Page 39 of One for the Money
Dr. Alex stumbles backward out of her chair, shaking her head. A true, visceral fear has taken over her body, and she’s vibrating with it. Quinton is out of his chair, walking towards her, and I snag him around the waist.
“Please leave.” Alex’s voice is harsh and gravelly. Nearly a bark, which I’ve yet to hear from an Omega. “This is wildly inappropriate.”
“No. I’m not leaving,” Q says, trying to throw me off. But I cement my feet and don’t let him move. “You may not realize it, but your Omega has marked me.”
I hiss, slapping one hand over his mouth.
Omega marks are an old-fashioned idea that the instinctual parts of us call to one another without us knowing, like what happened with the nest shopping. But it’s not real. That’s not how things work anymore.
Alex mirrors my thoughts. “That’s not real, Quinton.”
He slips an arm away from me and rips my hand off his mouth. “Then go off your suppressants and prove me wrong,” he challenges. “We’ll know in what, two days?”
She snarls, a feral sound that rumbles in her chest. It’s the most life I’ve seen from her since we got here. “Get out of my home,” she spits. “Now, Quinton, before I say something I’ll regret.” He looks like he’s about to challenge her again, but I grab him, dragging him backwards from her trailer. “I’ll send in a prescription for synthetic pheromone cream like menopausal Omegas use. There are preliminary studies that show that it may relieve some of the worst symptoms.”
Even offended, even pissed at him, she’s still thinking of his care plan. She’s a great doctor, probably what we all need, but fuck. Maybe having an Omega here really is going to fuck shit up. Quinton is the last person I would’ve expected to upset her like this.
Once I get him out of the trailer, he spins around, poking a finger into my chest.
“Do you not even care that someone is hurting her?”
I smack his hand away and begin to walk back to my trailer. “Of course I care. Someone hurt her here, and someone hurt her before she came here. But you can’t force an abuse victim to talk.”
I have never seen him so unmoored. He’s pulling at his hair, the brown strands sticking out at odd angles when he stops assaulting them. “But she needs help.”
“She does, and you tried. This explains the ‘only using cash’ thing, as well as the burner phone. You got her the stuff for a nest, to be comfortable here. You also bought her groceries and fed her. You are taking care of her. You are helping her.”
“But she doesn’t know that I’m helping her!” he whines. “I need her to know I’m a good Alpha.”
I yank open the door to my trailer and usher him up the stairs. Once inside, I push him against the wall. “Are you doing it to win her favor, or because you want to take care of her?”
His jaw drops a little, and he starts to pant softly, his chest rising and falling against my hands. His pupils dilate, and his aroused scent hits me. I can’t keep the amused smile off my face.
“I know you love being under my hands, but focus for a second, and then you can get a reward, yeah?” I say softly. He whimpers a little under the pressure and nods his head rapidly. “Do you want to take care of her, or do you want her to know you’re taking care of her? Because I don’t think you can do both, not right now. Once she knows, she’ll put a stop to it.”
“I want to take care of her. I need to.” His voice is desperate, and I know it’s for more reasons than one as hiscock stiffens, pressing against mine through our pants. “I didn’t expect it to get worse than at the nesting store, but seeing her hurt…” He groans as I thrust my hips into his, grinding our lengths together through our jeans.
Sometimes, Quinton gets so wound up, so lost in his head, that I have to shock him out of it. Right now, he’s on a loop that demands he take care of Alex, and I need to get his focus onto something a bit more attainable.
“Keep going,” I whisper against the soft flesh of his neck, my lips teasing him.
He groans, throwing his head back against the wall. His chest is heaving, and his fingertips are digging into my hips. “Seeing her hurt made me feel like I wasn’t sick anymore.”
I pause my movements. “What do you mean?”
“It felt like the layer of fog that I’ve lived with was lifted. It’s hard to describe.” He takes in a shuddering breath, his eyes falling closed. “I felt like I could almost scent her. Like it was right there, if I reached for it. And I would’ve done anything to get it so I could take care of her.”
I kiss down the curve of his neck, my hands still firmly pressed against his chest. Not like he’d go anywhere at this point.
“We’ll figure it out, Q,” I tell him, dropping to my knees. “I promise. If you felt better when your instincts were activated, that lends veracity to your theory.” I undo the button of his jeans, slowly inching them down his thighs. “We will be soft, and gentle, and delicate as we explore the possibility, but we will figure out if she’s ours, okay?” Next to go are his black briefs as I slide them down, admiring the way moisture pools at the tip of his cock. His knot is halfway inflated, and I wrap my hand around it.
“I promise, Alpha, we’ll find out. And once we do, we’llmake her ours.” He groans as I stroke up his cock. I lean forward to lap at its head. “Now, you’ve been a very good Alpha, listening to your Beta. I think you deserve a reward.”
“Please,” he whines, hips thrusting at me, dragging my hand down the shaft. “I need you, Teo.”
I love it when he’s desperate for me. It’s a powerful feeling, knowing that I have this man at my mercy. Taking him in my mouth, I groan and roll my eyes at the taste of him. I grow impossibly harder, giving into the urge to undo my pants and pull my cock out just for the pressure relief.
Sucking him down, my nose bumping against his knot, has him gripping my hair and thrusting into my mouth. I smack his thigh, pulling off his cock.
