Page 7 of Such a Grumpy Omega
“No, just whatever. Everything.”
“All right, then.” For someone who had seemed so eager to get in here, who had done the paperwork required for a guest pass, possibly even a step to membership, he sure didn’t seem happy about his first visit. Was leaving his phone in a secure lockup that upsetting to him? I knew some people were obsessed with their devices, but this seemed on the extreme side. “Let’s start with the main floor, then. We like to accommodate the desires of all our members, but as you can imagine, there’s always someone with something we haven’t seen yet.” I waited, in case he might feel comfortable sharing his own kink, lifestyle, preferences, but he just shrugged.
So, I went on. “Impact play is one of the most popular around here, so we have several stations dedicated to it. The spider web, the St. Andrew’s cross, three spanking benches at the moment…” All of them were currently occupied, and with no guidance from our guest, who smelled distractingly good despitethe clash of perfumes and pheromones that generally filled the air here, I didn’t know how to proceed.
We paused at the St. Andrew’s cross where one of the member alphas was demonstrating his technique. Jerome, I thought his name was, although he was not a particular friend of mine. The owners often did demos on request, but this alpha was one of those who did them unasked. If they weren’t skilled enough, a DM would gently guide them out of teaching mode. Jerome, despite his snobby attitude, knew how to wield his tools, so I thought it would be a good opportunity for a guest to see how things worked. As we’d entered the room, his tension was palpable. Either he had never experienced the lifestyle, or his exposure had been limited.
After Jerome went from explaining to demonstrating, the omega took a big step back. “I-I would rather see something else.”
“Sure. How do you feel about electrical stimulation?”
“You electrocute people?” he squeaked. “Isn’t that dangerous?”
“Not at all, if you know what you’re doing. I see someone working with the violet wand over there. Come with me, and I’ll tell you about it while we watch.”
He did come, and we stood several feet away so we could see but not disturb the participants while I talked through what was happening. Everly didn’t say anything, but he watched, eyes wide, nervously licking his lips.
We visited a few more stations, but I didn’t bother taking him to the other areas off the main floor. If he was into daddy/little, he sure didn’t give off the vibe, and pet play? No…I wasn’t reading that or pretty much anything else off him. In fact, he didn’t react positively to anything we saw, and finally, I led him back to the front area and got his phone for him.
“That’s most of the club. Often there’s a live band, but not tonight, just the DJ up there in the booth.”
“Okay, thanks,” he said. “Appreciate the tour.” If he was so negative, why had he wanted to come here so badly? Maybe he’d built up what he thought it was about in his mind, and we didn’t live up to the fantasy? Reality could do that.
“Listen, why don’t we get together in a less formal situation, and you can ask me questions if you like? Maybe go out for a drink?”
He perked up at that. “Sure. I do have questions.” The side-eye he cast toward the room we’d just left made me wonder what they were.
Chapter Eight
Everly
The next night, I found myself sitting at a local bar I’d never been to before. It looked like a hole in the wall, but, once inside, it revealed its charm. Dark wood everywhere, even halfway up the walls and lining the ceiling. No booths, only stools at the bar and small high tables in the corners where you could sit or stand if you liked. In the opposite corner was a love seat, the fabric looked like navy-blue velvet.
“I was wondering if you’d come.” Fraser’s voice rolled over my head and down my back, caressing me without physical touch. My wolf whined, wanting him to actually caress us, but he didn’t know what this alpha and his club had done to us. As I turned to see Fraser come into the bar wearing a navy shirt and dark jeans and tennis shoes, I realized this was going to be more difficult than I’d thought. Hell, I couldn’t even remember what beef I had with the man.
And the last thing I wanted to do was sit and talk and have a drink. On the contrary, I wanted to not talk, not drink, and take him home.
What the hell was wrong with me? I never reacted to an alpha like this. I’d dated, of course. Every omega had, or most omegas, but I’d never felt the magnetism that pulled me in like Fraser.
“I did. You’re not in your usual black suit.”
He looked down at his body, smiling. “I really only wear that for my nights at the club. Why? Don’t I look nice?”
Nice didn’t cover it. “I…you look much better than nice.”
His cheeks reddened. Alphas blushed? “You do as well. The love seat is empty. Want to grab some drinks and takeour conversation over there? It’s usually not busy in here on a weekday.”
“You come here all the time?” I asked. “Bring all your dates here?” That was a slip on my part. Big-time. I wasn’t here with Fraser to be some jealous omega. I was here to pump him for information and get the scoop on Cuffed. Damn it, I wanted him to pump himself inside me more than anything. The time we’d spent watching the impact play had me hard as a rock. It had been all I could do not to grab his hand and plant it on my bulge, demand he offer me relief. No amount of jacking off on my own later made it cease, either.
“No.” He reached up to brush his knuckles over my cheek. “I don’t bring anyone here, Everly. Did I mention how lovely that name is?” He leaned down. “I bet it would sound even better coming from my mouth while you were under me.”
I gasped. If only this alpha weren’t directly in my way of getting my house back, I could see myself falling for him. Over and over and over. “Let’s get that drink.”
Fraser chuckled low and deep. We ordered our drinks and went to sit down. The love seat was shrouded in shadow, and the rest of the lighting was dim. “Can I ask a question?” he asked as his thigh rubbed against mine. Yeah, the love seat was a great idea.
“Sure.”
“What was the deal the other night when it wasn’t a good evening?”
