Page 20 of Rocked By the Alpha
“What?” Is the dude bi? Is she involved in some kind of ménage à trois?
She peers up at him and examines his face. “He’s not my boyfriend, asshole. He was never my boyfriend.”
He takes a long exhale. “Why the hell didn’t you just say that?”
“Because it’s none of your business if I do have a boyfriend.”
It’s very much his business. But hostilities never got him anywhere with women, especially Ruby. Instead, he changes the subject.
“Congratulations, again.”
“Did you set that up? The award thing?”
“No,” he says simply. “Did you? That was a dick move by your band mates.”
She nods, taking another sip. Her hand shakes and her scent deepens. He shifts to lean over the bar, brushing against her as he does and whispers in her ear, “That dress should be illegal.”
“Pick up lines like that should be illegal.”
He smiles to himself.
She turns around to place her drink on the bar. “I’m going to get some fresh air.” Her eyes flick up to his and her pupils are blown wide.
Then she strolls away, through the crowd of people, her hips swaying as she does, and slips through a door at the far side of the ballroom. He forces himself to count to ten, slowly in his head, one hand deep in his pocket, spinning one of his rings around and around his finger. When he reaches ten, he dips his head and walks across the ballroom too, taking a meandering route. At the door, he pauses, sweeping his gaze over his shoulder, ensuring no one’s watching, and then he pushes against the wood and steps into the dark corridor. He follows her scent and finds her waiting in a doorway at the far end. She sees him and disappears through the doorway into the darkness. His feet hurry him into the room and he shuts the door behind them.
The room looks like a janitor’s cupboard, a shelf of cleaning products lining one wall and mops and a vacuum stacked in the corner.
“We have to stop meeting like this,” he says. A little street light filters in from a small square window and he can make out the outline of her face, the slight glint of her eyes.
“I told myself I wouldn’t do this,” she mutters as he reaches for her waist.
“And I told myself I’d stay away.” He tugs her towards him, bringing her flush against his body. The dress feels even better to touch than it does to look at, smooth and silky beneath his palm. He glides his hand over her hips and down to her ass and he’s pretty sure she’s not wearing any panties.
Fuck!
In the confined space, her scent engulfs him, so sweet it tastes like sugar on his tongue, and it gives him the same delicious buzz. He wants to taste it.
“Gland, Omega,” he commands. His voice sounds gruff and low.
She lets out a little gasp, her hands fisting in the front of his shirt and bends forward her head, exposing the gland at the back of her neck to him.
His hand skates lower, finding the slit in the cut of her dress and the soft flesh of her thigh. He squeezes it, gliding his thumb over her skin, then bends down, chasing that scent of hers right to its origin. Soft hair tickles his nose and he sweeps it to one side, bringing his mouth right up close to the quivering skin of her gland. He inhales, long and hard as if he’s snorting the most expensive drug, and her scent hits him in just the same way, right at the back of his brain, exploding there and sending spirals of pleasure cascading through his mind.
“Shit,” he stutters, as his knees buckle momentarily and he has to fight to regain his balance. “So sweet, Omega, so good. Even better than normal.”
“It’s my heat,” she whispers, her nails sinking into his chest. “It’s coming soon.”
He licks his tongue over her gland, letting her flavour coat his tongue, sinking into his mouth. She moans and her gland vibrates against his lips.
He slides his hand higher inside her dress, squeezing her ass cheek and then finding the swollen lips of her sex, wet as he’d known from the aroma of her slick.
“Need to feel inside you,” he mutters against her gland, and, finding her entrance, thrusts a finger inside. She moans, and he lets her hold him there, warm and soft and throbbing.
“More,” she whispers, “please Alpha.”
He adds a second, stretching her tight pussy open, and reaches high inside until he finds that soft, cushiony spot he knows sends her wild. He strokes at it and the gland under his lips thrums with more intensity.
He smiles.
