Page 27 of The Omega's Alpha
The corners of Quin’s mouth twitched and he pinched himself to fight the urge to laugh. “I don’t know why I keep you around,” he scolded, though he choked off a laugh on the word ‘around’. Holland threw him a disgusted look and rolled his eyes, then went back to being the sad, beleaguered secretary.
“I swear I’ll do better,” he said in a woeful voice. “What can I do to make it up to you?” He turned his eyes up piteously to Quin, and that’s when Quin lost it. He laughed until the tears came. Holland slapped his shoulder, then threw up his hands in despair. “Try to get kinky, and this is what I get. You clown.”
Quin wiped his eyes. “Well, I can give you one thing.”
“Yeah?” Holland asked, his tone verging on sarcasm. “What?”
“This.” Quin swept all the papers off the desk, then picked Holland up, laid him on top of it, and began undoing his jeans.
“Acceptable,” Holland said mildly, and shoved at the waistband to force them down over his hips. Quin stripped them off, tossing them with enough force they thumped against the wall and bounced.
Holland laughed and sat up to pull off his t-shirt, then grabbed the back of Quin’s collar and yanked Quin’s shirt over his head. “Get your jeans off,” he panted, and threw the shirt in the general direction of the patch of floor where his own jeans lay crumpled.
Quin shoved his jeans down his thighs and grabbed Holland’s ankles to spread his legs wide. “Takes too long,” he said and slid his hands up Holland’s legs until they cupped the base of his thighs. “I’m not a patient boss.” He let the end of his cock play over the delicate skin of Holland’s balls, taking fierce delight in the way Holland gasped and squirmed in front of him. “That’s right.” He drew a sharp breath and pushed harder against Holland’s legs. “Mine,” he whispered and stroked the soft flesh beneath his hands before taking himself in hand and pushing inside the paradise that was Holland’s body.
Holland gasped and curled up toward him, hands reaching for Quin’s shoulders, patting, touching, fluttering about as if overwhelmed by the feel of Quin’s cock inside him, as if he thought Quin the same kind of miracle that Holland himself was to Quin. Quin leaned into him and curled his arm around the back of Holland’s shoulder, holding them close together while his hips pushed forward and back. Holland crossed his ankles in the small of Quin’s back and moaned in delight, adding his own slight pressure to encourage Quin’s invasion of his body.
Quin bent his head and took Holland’s mouth. They kissed and nipped at each other’s lips, exploring each other like it was their first time. Holland’s hair was spread out on the desk like a dark halo, beautiful silk. Quin tangled his fingers in it and bent Holland’s head back so he could taste the skin of his neck.
Holland let out a quivering breath and his fingers finally found lodging in the muscle of Quin’s upper back, his arms echoing the curve of Quin’s body to hold them close, to keep Quin worshiping at the shrine of his body. Something Quin was entirely pleased to do, because Holland was a light worth following and just knowing he was around blunted the sharp edges of Quin’s emotional wounds.
Quin traced the shape of Holland’s neck, feeling the racing pulse beneath his tongue, the convulsive movement of Holland’s throat as he gasped at the sensation. Holland tasted of salt and something both sweet and bitter, a flavor that was Holland alone. Quin spread his jaws and engulfed that racing pulse and the heat beating off the omega’s skin, teeth resting on each side as if waiting for the opportunity to swallow him whole. Holland made a small noise, desperate and willing, and tightened his grip with legs and arms.
“My alpha,” he whispered, his throat flexing against Quin’s lips and tongue. “Come to me.” He dug his fingers into Quin’s shoulders, demanding Quin’s attention, the power of Quin’s body and the pleasure it could provide.
With a breathless laugh, Quin did as his omega commanded. He thrust harder and faster, and took Holland’s mouth at the same time, both demanding and begging for Holland’s response. Holland obliged him, nipping at lips and tongue, as aggressive as an alpha. He moaned and clawed at Quin’s back, leaving long streaks of stinging brightness on Quin’s skin. He’d be sore tomorrow, but it would be worth it, and a rich reminder of Holland’s sense of humor and his passion.Bad secretary.What other surprises did Holland have in store for him?
He felt it, that slight catch in Holland’s breath as Holland strained toward that peak of ecstasy. Quin reached between them to stroke Holland’s cock, something that Holland still found surprising and wonderful because his former mate had never touched him like that. Never touched him properly at all, as far as Quin could tell. The thought made his blood boil and he had to fight not to dwell on it when they made love, because this time together should be about them and to the Barrenlands with Holland’s ex. So he put extra effort into making sure that Holland felt wanted and knew how much Quin enjoyed him, in all ways. He kissed him with everything he had, with all the nuance and skill he’d learned from his human lovers, and all the while he stroked and fondled and his hips worked against the inside of Holland’s thighs, until that moment when Holland stiffened and cried out Quin’s name almost on a sob. And then Quin was safe to chase his own pleasure, which, with Holland to sheathe him so closely, was only a matter of a couple more thrusts before he, too, cried out and came.
They lay on the desk, panting and sticky with sweat and then Holland chuckled. “I should screw things up in the office more often.”
Quin started to laugh, and then he couldn’t stop and they ended up on the floor with Holland in his lap laughing until the tears came. “Thank you,” Quin said, and kissed Holland’s temple.
“What for?” Holland sounded amused and bemused.
“For being you. For reminding me that I can still have fun. For being so fucking hot it’s a wonder the desk didn’t go up in flames.” Quin craned his neck as if making sure the desk was still okay.
Holland licked along Quin’s jawline. “For you, I’d be anything.”
“Just you. That’s all I ask.” He buried his nose in Holland’s hair, right behind his ear, and that’s when he smelled. “Shit. Why didn’t you tell me?” Holland was in heat, though he had to strain to scent it.
“Because it doesn’t matter. I’m not any more yours now than I was before. And it was fun.” Holland tipped his head back and reached up to comb Quin’s hair back from his face. “Enjoy it, Quin. Don’t poison our pleasure over something that makes no difference.”
He hated to hear Holland say those words, though the truth of them rang loud. “I’ll try.” He gazed down into Holland’s blue eyes. “But if you’re mine, I’m yours. Give me a little leave to fuss and worry over you, okay? Or I’ll feel I’m not doing my job.”
Holland snorted and grinned. “Oh, you did your job all right, trust me.” He reached up for another kiss. “All right. I guess I can’t keep asking you to compromise without doing some myself.”
“Thank you.” Quin held him a moment longer. “Want to go have a bath and watch a movie?”
“Sure. It’ll pass the time until I jump you again.” Holland stood up and held his hand out to Quin, as if Quin needed help getting to his feet.
And maybe he did, because when Holland smiled at him like that, it was like the rest of the world disappeared around him. He let Holland help him up and then happily followed him into the apartment, their hands still linked together.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Quin’s phonewoke him just before four the next morning. “Hello?” he mumbled into it. Holland muttered and rolled over, pressing himself against Quin’s back.
“Alpha?” It was one of the young shifters who worked security. What was his name? Edward? Something like that.
