Page 40 of His Temporary Alpha Mate
“Unlike a restaurant, there’s no menu. Winter has chosen what we’ll be eating today, but he assures me he knows what we both like,” I explained.
Really, it was awesome enough Winter was doing this for us, I didn’t want to add extra work by asking for menu options.
Melody appeared at the side of the table on silent feet. She was one of the best enforcers if you wanted a job done quietly. People underestimated her because she was “just” a beta. Joke was on them, the woman was lethal when necessary. If there was ever a fight, I wanted her by my side. She didn’t even have to shift to fuck you up, she was that dangerous in human form.
Like Chase and Winter, she hadn’t stayed sick with the beta sickness for the full month, which meant she only had a half-formed gene. A relief to her because she didn’t want to be an omega after seeing some of the treatment her sister, Cadence, went through. Melody’s girlfriend, a witch from Northarbor, was probably glad she didn’t have to worry about alphas and heats.
To be honest, I was glad Melody didn’t have the beta gene. It would have sucked to lose her as a fighter, as selfish as that was. She would have been amazing as an alpha, though, but as far as I knew, no beta females had presented with that gene yet. If they had, they’d kept that quiet. The problems we faced because of two alpha baby girls would have most people keeping their alpha gene a secret. Couldn’t really blame them there.
“Wine, gentlemen?” She held up a decent bottle of white wine. The alcohol wouldn’t get us even close to tipsy.
“Please.” Dalton’s face was alight with pleasure, dimples on show. This date had been a fantastic idea. He was practically glowing! I wanted to commit every detail of his pretty face to memory.
His hazel eyes were bright. There was no shadow of a beard, suggesting he didn’t grow much facial hair, or hardly shaved. He set his lips in the barest of smiles, as if he was trying to stop himself from saying something witty. I loved how the bottom lip was thicker than the top, that supposed imperfection made his smile better to me. His slender fingers twitched at the tablecloth like he was trying to ground himself in the moment.
Our first course was a simple, yet flavorful, salad with mixed greens and edamame beans. The dressing was tart, offering a nice balance of tastes.
Winter had made a pasta dish for our main course and ended the meal with a lemon posset, which was perfect. I would have to get the recipe, because Dalton stole what remained of mine. He reached the spoon over to me with the last mouthful and I winked as I took it into my mouth.
Our lovely server, Melody, must have felt the air shift because she made a quick exit with a giggle, as Dalton fixed a molten gaze on me.
He slipped off his seat and under the table. Before I knew it, those artistic hands were working on my fly.
“No, come up here.” I moved my seat back to make room for him. “I need your mouth on mine.”
Barely a second later, Dalton was straddling my lap. My hands automatically cupped his ass, grinding him against my very interested cock.
His kiss was long and deep. He sucked on my tongue, nipped at my bottom lip and swallowed my groans. Dalton’s fingers twined in my hair, angling my head so he could kiss me deeper. All the while, he rocked, bringing me pleasure.
All I could taste was the lemon dessert and Dalton. His strawberry scent surrounded me. He was a solid weight in my lap, yet somehow I needed him closer. I needed more.
Dalton’s fingers tightened their grasp of my hair as he rocked harder, faster than before.
“Close,” he gasped.
Without even thinking about it, I pushed away from him a little, deftly opened his pants and stroked him to completion on my stomach.
“Ah, fuck!” he breathed against my neck as he came down from his high.
“Saved your clothes, at least.” I laughed. My cock hurt. I was so hard for him. There was nothing I wanted more than to spread him out on the table and slip inside him.
“But you didn’t…” Dalton looked dazed. My lizard preened at how satisfied our mate was.
“I will.” Taking his come to use as lube, I reached for my cock and stroked only a handful of times before I came, adding to the mess on my shirt.
“We ruined your shirt,” Dalton said with a sleepy yawn. Unfortunately for him, there wasn’t time for a nap before he had to get back to work.
“Better than getting come all over your clothes. I can go home and shower.”
“Thank you.” He pressed his lips to mine in the sweetest kiss. “I better go.” It was obvious he was reluctant.
“Just another kiss.”
“Okay.”
A few more “last” kisses later, he left my lap and straightened his clothes. He winced when he looked at my soiled shirt.
“I’m sorry about that. You don’t have to walk me back…”
