78. Chapter Seventy-Eight

Chapter Seventy-Eight

Rourke

I didn't come out here looking for this, but the moment the Omega's perfume hits the air, I can tell I've found another true mate. It was unexpected, but I don't find myself frozen in shock, or even stalled by denial. My instincts are too strong.

I know this is what I want. It's the reason everything worked out the way that it did.

I wasn't meant to come out to the city looking for Beth until she found these guys.

They belong with both of us.

Just like she belongs with me.

The Omega leads me into a kitchen and stops, looking around before he decides where we're headed. I love how certain he is that he wants me, when he knows nothing about who I am.

He trusts his feelings the same way I trust my instincts.

When he knows, he knows .

The pantry he leads me into is pitch black, and the second the door swings shut behind us, all I can breathe in is his perfume. That spicy-sweet scent is the most delicious thing I've ever inhaled. It's a potent aphrodisiac and I'm feeling the full force of it's influence in this dark, enclosed space.

I tug on his hand, and pull him back against me, wrapping my arms around his slender body as my cock threatens to burst out of my jeans.

He lets out a gasp as my hands wander, slipping under his shirt to tug him tight against me, where he can feel the shaft of my cock pressing against his ass as I touch him.

I unbutton his pants with my free hand, unwilling to loosen my hold on his body.

Leaning in, I kiss his throat and collar while I work his pants open.

He's sweating lightly, one of the signs that he's in heat.

I lick my lips and find out his sweat is just as full of his perfume's promise as his slick should be.

Despite the fact that I never went looking for an Omega, I still managed to take in everything about them from the mainstream media.

The sexier parts are what stuck in my head.

So, I know everything my new mate needs, and I know how to give him all of it.

I start by stroking his cock, taking my time to get a feel for how he likes to be touched.

He whimpers, the pleading sound telling me he's desperate for the release only I can give him.

He doesn't just want my knot, he needs it.

His breathing quickens as I grip him a little tighter as one last tease.

"Please," he whispers. "Oh, God, Please …"

"Hush," I murmur. "I'll take care of you."

I let go of his cock, and he moves forward with a sigh, shuffling in the dark and, I think, getting rid of his clothes.

I haul my shirt off, letting it fall to the ground at my side.

There's no going back now.

This is about to get serious.

It's been so damn long since I last had sex.

I wasn't sure I'd ever care to do this again.

Now, here I am, ready to knot a complete stranger in a dark room.

We're bound to each other by fate, and our connection is about to become very real.

I unzip my jeans, kicking off my shoes to the side where my shirt is, and stepping out of everything else to banish it over there, too.

"Ready?" I ask, not sure if I'm asking him or me.

"I'm so ready I can hardly stand it," he admits.

His hand reaches out in the dark, falling over my chest, and discovering the raised lettering of the tattoo I got almost a year ago, while I was very, very drunk.

"That feels interesting," he says.

"I'll tell you about it after," I promise, knowing I'll have to.

He doesn't know who I am yet, and that feels fair while I don't know who he is.

His hand moves down my body, taking in the muscles I built up in training to be a cop, and then the thick, straining, length of my cock.

"Don't worry about getting me ready," he says. "My slick has taken care of that."

I raise my hands to his face, cupping it as I lean in to kiss him.

He kisses back with a quick tongue and an eager mouth.

Moaning softly, he breaks the kiss and I know it's time.

He guides me down to the floor, and I'm careful to use my hands to find everything as I get into position behind his raised ass. He wasn't joking about his slick making him ready. It drips onto my dick as I line the tip up to his very well lubricated entrance.

I'm about to become his mate. I feel the full weight of that decision as I push inside him, inch by inch, grabbing hold of his hips and thrusting once I'm halfway there.

He moans low and deep once I'm buried to the hilt.

"You're so big," he groans.

"Too big?" I ask, not believing that.

He laughs lightly. "If you were too big, I wouldn't be about to make your cock swell up as much as it can."

"You think you control my knot?"

"I know I do," he says, proving his point a second later.

It feels like he's getting even tighter, but I know that's the sensation of my cock swelling to lock inside him until we're done, and I've claimed him as my mate.

"Okay, I believe you," I admit, as I move a hand around to stroke him while I knot him.

"Fucking hell, yes," he murmurs, as he starts to push back while I thrust into him.

He's making me pound into him harder and harder, and that makes my grip tighten on his cock.

It feels so damn good I might actually come before he does. It's been so long since I had anything more than the touch of my own hand. Add never experiencing knotting before, and never having sex with a stranger, and I'm so fucking close to the edge that I can barely hold back.

Fuck. It's going to happen. I can't stop it.

"Slow down," I tell him. "You're going to …"

I suck in a breath as I start to lose it, and it feels like I'm coming for minutes, spilling every last drop of cum out of my balls into my new mate.

"That was way too fast," I chide him.

"Don't worry, you're not going to unknot until I'm done being claimed."

I can tell he's smiling as he speaks. He slows down now, of course.

It turns out he's not wrong about my knot. My cock stays swollen despite my climax.

This whole knotting thing is going to take some getting used to. It's a good thing we've got a lifetime together to explore it.

I use my free hand to stroke his balls while I pump his cock slowly with the other.

And I make sure the slow pace he sets is also one that makes him take me as deep as he can.

He issues soft, sexy little moans while I knot him, losing his breath more and more while I make him feel good. He comes when I least expect it, coating my hand, and probably making his flat stomach sticky and wet with his spend.

His perfume deepens, and I have a strong urge to lick my hand when I remove it from his softening cock.

"Okay," he sighs. "Your knot isn't going to last very long now, so you'd better …"

I hold him where he is, my knot buried deep, while I lick his sweetly spiced cum from my hand.

Fucking hell. He tastes so damn good.

I only realize I'm moaning once I start to thrust again, and he lets out a sexy sound of his own.

He's sated, apparently, or he wouldn't be telling me my knot is ready to go down.

I should finish up so we can deal with everything that comes after.

It's a bitter-sweet thought.

If I could live in this moment with him for longer, I would.

But reality doesn't go away just because you ignore it.

I listen to the sexy sounds coming out of my Omega's mouth, and I think about what we're doing here. He's about to become mine. We were always fated to meet and become mates. Nothing could have stopped this moment from happening.

My teeth tingle with the desire to mark him.

That one little act would make it harder for him to hate me.

We'd be fully connected to each other as true mates.

I can't do it.

I won't.

I fight the urge even as I fantasize about pulling him up and burying my sharpened teeth into his throat, marking him for the world to see, making him mine.

I can almost taste his perfume scented sweat and coppery blood in my mouth as I picture it.

He wanted me to do it in that alley. I saw the way he looked at me.

I told him I was going to, and he wasn't going to stop me.

I thrust a little faster and come at the exact moment that my knot starts to go down.

It takes a second to catch my breath afterward.

Everything feels perfect, but that's not going to last.

"I guess we should probably exchange names," he jokes as I pull out of his ass.

"Probably," I murmur, trying to keep it light.

We feel around in the dark for our clothes.

I find my underwear and my jeans, and I pull them on together to save time.

"Damn. Can't find my pants," he says. "Hold on …"

I find my socks and sneakers next and sit down to put them on.

My shirt seems to have slid farther away than I thought.

Suddenly the room lights up while I'm feeling around.

It's so bright. Wincing, I cover my eyes.

"Found the light switch," my new mate says, a little late.

"I can see that." I take my hand off my face and blink as I look for my shirt.

It's crumpled up in the corner a few feet away. This food store is pretty big.

I get up and move over there, picking up my shirt and turning back to the Omega.

He's fully dressed now, and his gaze is moving from my face to my body.

It fixes on the spot where I tattooed my first love's name over the left side of my chest.

Felt appropriate at the time.

My heart beats for Beth. It always has.

I had no idea it would also beat for someone else.

"Oh," he says, blinking. "You must be Rourke."

He looks shocked, but he doesn't sound surprised.

"That's me," I admit, feeling vaguely guilty for not telling him before.

Not enough to wish I'd made a different choice, but enough to feel like an asshole for it.

His expression doesn't take long to turn. He frowns at me, clearly wishing he'd taken another few minutes to decide to do this. Maybe long enough to exchange names before we exchanged bodily fluids. That's all it would have taken for him to reject me.

I thought claiming him might change that, but by the look on his face now, I'm not so sure.

I wait for his outburst, but it doesn't come.

He opens the pantry door and leaves the room.