Page 11 of Alpha's Two Omegas

Ty was unlike any alpha I’d ever met. He was sweet and kind and generous and he’d spent two weeks padding round the house carefully and making sure he never crowded me, leaving the doors open so I wasn’t shut in a room with him and shuffling against cabinets in the kitchen to make sure I had a clear line to the door if I wanted it. I’d had to tell him that it wasn’t necessary, that I wasn’t afraid of him. Because I could see him twisting himself into those contortions permanently if he thought I needed it. And who wouldn’t fall for a man so sweet and caring?

I woke the same way I had for the past month: so hard I was already humping the bed, desperate for friction.

The sheets were rucked and my dick scraped over them, but I was too close to sort the sheets or change position or get the lotion. I couldn’t do anything except grind my hips down, burying my face in my pillow as I whimpered at the sensation.

I didn’t even know which man I’d been dreaming about. It didn’t matter. My body wanted them both. I gave another whimper as I pictured Ty’s large hands on my hips, guiding them down as I thrust against the bedding. When I imagined Alder’s lean body beneath me and his lips on mine, I gave a cry, my balls pulled up and I spurted all over the sheets.

I kept thrusting through my orgasm, feeling the sticky liquid against my dick, wishing I had someone else’s warm body pressed against mine as I did so.

I wished the same thing every night as I crawled into my bed alone. For one of them – or both of them – to come to me.

Even in the afterglow of my orgasm, I felt myself blush at the thought of having them both. It was a wild dream. Impossible. Neither of them wanted me, let alone both of them. The thought made my afterglow fade and I lay there, panting and sticky and wishing I could just be grateful for what I had and not so greedy for more all the time. Nobody else fantasised about having two men – one was enough for everybody else. It was just that, if Santa Claus had appeared in my room and asked, “So which man do you want to find in your Christmas stocking this year?” I wouldn’t have been able to answer. I just couldn’t choose between them.

Not that it mattered. They were clearly gone on each other.

I climbed out of bed and headed straight for the shower to clean up the mess I’d just made. I felt vaguely guilty about the way my imagination had wandered but it wasn’t as though I could help what I dreamed about.

By the time I was ready and went downstairs to grab some breakfast, Alder was already gone. He often went to work early, and it was just me and Ty in the house until I left for my lectures.

I was glad I’d got used to Ty. Not just used to him but really, really liked him. A lot. As proven by the incident this morning. It meant I didn’t mind at all that I was alone in the house with an alpha. I felt completely safe, just like Alder said I would be.

When I walked through the lounge towards the kitchen, I couldn’t hear any sounds of typing, so I wondered if maybe today was one of the days Ty went to meet his clients.

It wasn’t.

Ty was in the kitchen, bent at the waist with his hands on the floor in the ‘downward dog’ pose. And his ass was high in the air.

I stopped, my eyes going wide and fixing on that ass as though they were ball bearings and it was a magnet. I couldn’t look away. Ty’s body was spectacular (and, yes, I’d noticed) but I’d never seen him flexing it like this before. He swayed his hips and lust began to simmer in my veins.

So what if I’d just got off? I was young and healthy, which meant I could spring a boner at the drop of a hat. Or, in this case, at the sight of two perfect, round ass cheeks high in the air, right in front of me.

I stopped where I was, gawping at the sight of Ty’s body as he stretched and arched his back. An image flashed in my mind of just what it would be like to touch him while he was doing that and I began to ache with the desire to do that. To touch. To run my hands over that large body and feel those glorious ass cheeks, those long legs, that strong back…

I might have let out a whimper and Ty nearly fell face-first onto the floor. He scrabbled up, turning to look at me, and we stared at each other for a second in shock.

He was the first to speak.

“Ah, Ronnie, I was just… stretching. Sorry, let me get out of your way.”

“No! I mean, you don’t have to.”

“No, it’s alright, I’ll just sit down and work. I didn’t realise you were up yet.”

When he sat down at his laptop, I stepped into the room, disappointed that he’d stopped displaying himself.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt,” I said.

Ty gave an awkward chuckle. “Just doing some stretches. Otherwise I get really stiff from sitting all day long.”

He wasn’t the only one who was stiff. I had to move round the kitchen in the most awkward way possible to try and keep my back to him. I’d pulled on some pyjama bottoms and an old t-shirt but I wasn’t wearing any underwear and my dick was sticking out in what would be a very noticeable way.

By the time I sat down, the silence had stretched out and I tried to think of something to say to break it. The trouble was, my mind kept going back to the way Ty’s big body looked, all strong and supple.

“So do you do yoga?”

“Not really, I just do some stretches every day. Actually, I only do them because Alder makes me. He says it’s important to move around and not just sit at my laptop all day every day.”

“He’s right,” I said. I also privately thought Alder was a genius and I’d be happy to agree with whatever explanation he gave if it justified me walking in on that sight again.

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