by Bonnar King
Dinner was capped off with wine on the house, and we finally left at around nine. It was then that I tugged him in the direction of the place I initially wanted to go to in the first place, the nerves coming back as he parked the car where I directed.
“You wanted to show me the library?” Nicholas asked.
I nodded as we both got out of his car. I expected a protest of some sort and him saying another version of me wasting his time, but to my surprise, there was none of that. Nicholas followed me as I led the way to the backdoor, where we entered a narrow hallway and a dark library. I turned on some lights to illuminate the way, and the glow it gave off in the silence was pretty nice. It looked like whatever fundraising activity they had yesterday was cleaned off pretty well, and I watched a stack of donated books at the side of the entrance door, to be sold off for more additional money by Monday. A part of me was sad that I wasn’t able to help them out with the hectic schedule, but I vowed to make up for it next week.
“So is this another convincing plea to get me to stop buying the place?” There was amusement in his tone when he asked the question, which meant he wasn’t offended or anything like that. In response, I shot him a playful look and kept tugging him. The contact of my hand on his wrist was warm, and I could feel his steady pulse. We navigated the maze of shelves, and the darkness wasn’t enough to deter me as I already knew the place like the back of my hand.
“In here,” I said, opening a door behind the last shelf on the third floor. It was the floor where most of the rare books were located, and no one really went there. The door I opened was supposed to be one of the storage rooms, but I had converted it during my years of working here without anyone’s knowledge. I turned on the lights when we stepped inside—fairy lights—and let him see the effect.
The storage room had been turned into my own personal haven—something I explained to him as I watched him take the place in. It was small, but bigger than my bedroom back at my apartment, and it was cozy with its couch and beanbags. It had a cloud-colored rug and a wide window with gauzy curtains, giving a view of the town lights in all its glory.
“You did this?” Nicholas asked, going over to the window and observing the view. “Wicked view.” He turned to me, waiting for an answer to his earlier question.
“This was where I went when my parents died. I used to live in our old home, but it was too painful after their death and I ended up selling it. I rented the apartment, but sometimes I wanted to get away from it, too—so I made this place over and just hung out here to lose track of time and read whatever I wanted…you know, to forget the world.”
“Did you want to forget the world too often?” he asked softly.
“At one time, yes. But I got over it. Now I just come here if I want to think, or if I want to read up again over the weekend. A reading marathon.”
“Reading marathons are fun,” he murmured. He took a step closer. “And you’re a brave omega.”
His compliment was matter-of-fact, which made it all the more sincere. I found my words drying up in the throat as his eyes bored into mine, the intensity in them overwhelming. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach. Suddenly, I wasn’t sure being alone with him was a good idea.
“I’m sorry for what I have to do,” he said. Again, the apology surprised me. “But I haven’t changed my mind.”
I nodded. “Yes. I know.”
“But I’m giving you the month or two you need for your fundraising.”
It was…it was shocking. It stunned me enough into silence, and I wanted to give him a hug and thank him. But Nicholas smirked, playing it off casually, and perhaps it didn’t mean as much to him as it did to me. Deciding not to think about it too much, I played it off as casually as him by joking that I could totally get him lost in the shelves and no one would find him for days.
Nicholas chuckled. Then it was his hand tugging me on the wrist.
“Tell me why you won’t go out with me,” Nicholas said.
There were too many reasons: he was the enemy, the one person who was bound to take the library away from me. He was arrogant, ruthless, with a caring side that was dangerous.
He invoked too many feelings that overwhelmed me, and I wasn’t ready for them.
“What if I told you I’m dating someone?” I asked instead.
I watched his eyes widen before they narrowed. He stepped closer, and I realized perhaps I should have said something different.
“Who?”
“Well,” I hesitated. “There’s this alpha in the library who sort of confessed his feelings for me, and I don’t know…”
I knew, of course. I knew I could never have feelings for Lance—not the same way I had them for this alpha standing in front of me. But maybe I needed to use it as an excuse to keep Nicholas away from me, because he just wasn’t good for my sanity.
Except it didn’t work.
Instead of getting angry, a smirk formed on his mouth. It was so devastatingly sexy. “I don’t believe you.”
I blinked at his words. “Why?”
“After our kiss, I don’t think you’d get over me that easily.”
Oh, God. What an arrogant thing to say. This time, it was me narrowing my eyes at him. “My, you’re very confident, Mr. Chambers?”
“I know an affected omega when I see it, Mr Olsen,” he shot back.
I glared at him, suddenly not liking this game. I walked out on him and turned my head, sniffing almost haughtily. “Well, that doesn’t include me.”
Just as I got to the first floor, I found myself pulled into a corner and backed against one of the shelves. I held my breath as Nicholas stood in front me, his eyes sparking with the challenge of what I said.
“So are you telling me library boy is satisfying your…needs?” he asked softly.
I lifted my chin up and nodded my head. “Maybe. You’re not the only good kisser in the world, you know.”
His mouth quirked, and it distracted me enough to stare at his lips before I finally comprehended what he was saying next.
“Want me to prove that to you?”
I shook my head, suddenly wanting to get away as far as possible. My body rebelled against it as usual, wanting to press against him instead. In his jeans and that white shirt, his muscles reminded me of the alpha behind the businessman façade—pure, one hundred percent alpha male in all his glory. I realized he was tanned, and his muscles bunched on his shoulders and tapered down to a narrow waist… strong thighs…a huge bulge beneath his pants…
My eyes flew up in shock at the sight of his erection. Instead of humoring me, I found that his eyes were now piercing mine again.
“I don’t need any proof,” I whispered.
Silence filled the air as his hand went up and brushed against the side of my face. I closed my eyes, feeling his thumb trail down and touch the side of my mouth. I waited, then held my breath as that thumb brushed against my lower lip. It was so erotic, and I found myself aroused out of my own accord.
I felt his hot breath near my mouth, and anticipation tingled in my bones.
But his next words weren’t what I expected.
“I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. You don’t seem to like to live on the wild side, anyway, so maybe his kisses did satisfy you. And maybe you really don’t kiss as good as I remembered.”
And the hot breath was gone.
My eyes opened as I realized I was hearing his retreating footsteps. My arousal was still there, throbbing within me, but his words reverberated in my head over and over—enough for me to feel indignation over something that wasn’t true.
In an instant, I was walking forward, too, going after his fast footsteps. My heart pounded in my chest, but I ignored it as I called him.
“Hey, Nick!”
He turned around. He looked at me in amusement. “Yes? You wanted to argue again?”
I shook my head. I watched as he tilted his head, his inky black hair falling on his forehead.
“No.”
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bsp; “Then what, Robin?”
“I wanted to prove you wrong,” I snapped.
Then I ran my hands through his hair and pulling him down for a desperate kiss.
12
Nicholas
Robin kissed like a dream and tasted like sin, and I found I couldn’t get enough. The initial shock of him taking the initiative left me in a state of non-response for the first few seconds—but the way he cajoled me to open my mouth pretty much melted whatever resolve I had not to touch him in this moment. I slid my tongue in between his lips and tasted him right then and there, loving the way I could taste the milkshake and wine we had earlier, as well as his essence.
I had been lying when I said he wasn’t as good a kisser as I remembered, because hell knew his kisses were all I could think about for the past few days. But Jesus, it couldn’t compare to when he really put his energy into it, and I found that perhaps I had bitten off more than I could chew.
Time to remedy it, then.
In response to his enthusiastic kissing, I backed him again into the nearest hard surface—which turned out to be one of the library tables—and pressed my body against his, letting him feel my erection. It had been raging for a while now, and the feel of his softness against my hard body only had me groaning out loud as I realized how much I missed it.
I wanted him. Right now.
Without further ado, I lifted him by the hips and sat him on one of the library tables, revelling in his gasp as he pulled slightly away from the kiss. I ignored the move and placed my mouth on his jaw instead, cruising down until I was kissing his soft throat. A moan came out of his lips, and the protest he was trying to murmur earlier disappeared.
“What are we doing?”
“We’re exploring each other,” I murmured, drunk in the taste of him. “Touching each other.”
“But in the library…”
“Robin…haven’t you tried living on the wild side every once in a while?”
My words got to him as his hands stopped pressing against my chest. Now they clutched on my shirt, and I felt his palms give me a tentative caress there. I gave a murmur of approval at his shy movement, encouraging him to do more.
“Touch me, Robin,” I rasped. “Touch me wherever you please.”
And he did. Robin’s hands tugged my head back up, and we kissed again—harder this time, with all of the pent-up frustration and desire between us coming to the surface and consuming us both. Clothes were unbuttoned and unzipped, and I pulled away from the kiss so I could see his tight, toned torso.
The sight was beautiful, and I found myself groaning again as I caressed him with my hands.
I wasn’t prepared for the sight again—his glorious body in hands, and pink nipples stiff and puckered to perfection. I brushed my thumbs over those tips, watching as Robin’s eyes blurred and he moaned again. His smoky voice was the clincher that had me losing some of my control as I leaned my head down and captured one nipple in between my lips.
I played with him, sucking and licking until his taste seeped into me. His hands went through my hair again, tightening, and incoherent sounds came out of his mouth. I switched to his other nipple, using my hands to please the neglected one, doing it over and over until he was writhing. His legs spread naturally, and I slid in between them and slid further down, with one quick move, I had his boxers down to his ankles, revealing his hard dick. Nicely plumped up from excitement. I took my time, cruising my mouth down his abs until he was whimpering. Then I finally allowed my mouth to kiss his head softly where he wanted it the most.
“Nick…” he moaned out.
I used my tongue, circling and teasing him around the head of his shaft, feeling him grow harder and more restless. He tasted so good and felt divine, and my cock jumped at the thought of being inside that tight omega ass of his. I opened wide and took is cock into my mouth, while inserting my finger into his ass, massing his g-spot, and giving him the most intense head he’d probably ever had. I enthusiastically pleased him over and over, feeling him grow taut against me as I started thrusting my fingers into his ass in rhythm with my tongue. Then I flipped him over onto his front and bent him over the desk. His amazing, round ass in full view. I wouldn’t help myself—I was in too deep now. I playfully spanked it, and Robin gasped and began to giggle in a seductive manner. I got on my knees and buries my face into his glorious omega ass, flicking his omega-hole with my toungue while stroking his shaft, flicking repeatedly until I found the response I wanted.
His body bucked. Then he let out one long moan as he exploded right in front of me, shooting thick creamy cum all over the desk, his body shaking with the force of it. I kept my tongue and finger inside, but surged up so I could kiss his and swallow his moans. I pressed my body against his to help him ride his orgasm, and he clung on to me sweetly and kissed me back.
When Robin was finally down from his high, I pulled back and smirked, watching his eyes.
“So are your needs satisfied?”
“No,” Robin bit out.
I narrowed my eyes and pressed my bulge against him, hearing his gasp. “No?”
“No,” he said firmly. “Because you’re still dressed.”
And with that statement, he then pulled me closer and began removing my shirt. His hands ran all over my chest aggressively, not holding back, and I found whatever humorous response I was about to say slip out of me as I lost myself in his touch. He then began to unzip my pants, slipping his hand in and wrapping his fingers around my cock. I gritted my teeth and tried to last, but it wasn’t possible with how hot I was feeling for his.
When he tugged me playfully, I finally pushed his hand off with a growl. Then I slid my pants completely down and bent him over the desk, his back arced, showcasing his amazing ass and omega-hole. I positioning my iron shaft at his entrance and kissing him shoulder.
Then I slowly slid inside him.
Oh, fuck. So good!
He was as tight as I expected, and so, so hot. I groaned against his throat as I finally slid to the hilt, gripping his ass and holding him in place.
I groaned.
Robin moaned in response. “Don’t hold back,” he whispered.
And just like that, all my tightly-held control snapped.
I slid out of him completely. Then I pistoned my cock in, over and over, until his ass repeatedly bumped against against mine, making a wonderful slapping sound. Everything narrowed as my center became only his and the pleasure our lovemaking brought.
It started slow at first—a sensual thrusting that only brought the heat higher. But our needs were higher than that, consuming us completely and urging me to quicken my movements. The world spun, and pleasure tinged every inch of my skin as I took him with me.
Wanting to take it a step further, I placed Robin on the desk, turned him to the side, thumbing his nipples again before sliding inside him sideways. Then I continued pounding inside his tight ass, leaning forward to press against him completely and angling his head so I could give his an open-mouthed kiss.
The pressure increased and so did the pleasure, and I knew I was going to explode soon. Wanting him to do so first, I found cock again and jerked it repeatedly, feeling his body strain once more as he cried out my name. Then he was exploding all over again, and I swallowed his sobs of pleasure as I continued pounding inside him, blind with my need.
A few seconds later, fire spread throughout my whole body, exploding in my cock. Then the pleasure consumed me, and I emptied myself inside him and clutched him tight as I went into that high with him.
13
Robin
“So what is he now? Your boyfriend?”
Charles’ question was tinged with part awe, part envy. It was odd how he was the first to apologize for being so snappy with me last week, especially when Charles was always the last to apologize when it came to arguments between us co-workers. But he admitted that he felt guilty for treating me badly right before I got so sick, and he wanted to make up for it. I forgave hi
m easily, relieved to have a friend by my side.
He was the only one, though. Ever since Nicholas called in, I could feel something heavy in the air: Richard’s caution with me, for one.
And the heavy disapproving silence from Lance’s side.
“He’s not my boyfriend,” I whispered. “He’s not my anything.”
Complete lies.
Today was sell-a-book day, and so far we had already sold half of the book donations provided by the community. Now, after lunch, we had enough leeway to rest our feet as no one had come in yet.
Charles, apparently, thought it was also the perfect time to get all the juicy details.
“But…he slept at your house!”
“Shhh,” I hissed, looking around. “He just took care of me, that’s all.”
“Why?”
“Because…” Because why, really? Because he cared about me? Wanted to sleep with me? I couldn’t figure it out until now, so I decided to give Charles the safest answer. “He’s probably trying to convince me to stop this fundraiser.”
“And yet he still hasn’t bought the place,” he pointed out.
“Well, don’t get your hopes up,” I muttered. “He already told me he hadn’t changed his mind about buying the place.”
“Bummer,” Charles said feelingly. “He’s really hot, though.”
Wouldn’t you know it? I could still remember exactly how hot he’d been when we’d made love in the library. My virginity had already been taken away in college by a friend I’d been casually dating, and I’d always thought sex was overrated. But Nicholas had changed that perspective completely when he blew my mind last Saturday, taking me against the desk with the passion of someone who never held back. It had been one of the best experiences of my life, and my body still tingled at the thought alone.
