by D. J. Heart
“Evan, I’m sorry. It’s just… you know how some alphas are about omegas. I don’t want you to see that when you don’t have to.”
Evan doesn’t respond. He does know what alphas are like. He was in a fucking omega house.
The rest of the ride is silent and tense. When they get back to their building, Evan walks ahead of Chad into the elevator.
“Come here,” Chad says when the elevator doors slide shut. Before Evan can object, Chad pulls him into a hug, one huge hand cupping the back of Evan’s head, pushing his face into Chad’s jacket. The leather is cold. Chad’s arm curls around Evan’s upper body, hugging him tight.
Evan is stiff, fighting the instinct to melt into the embrace. Chad leans down and kisses Evan’s head, rubbing his back as he rests his lips on Evan’s hair.
“I don’t want you to be mad at me,” Chad says, voice rough and low. It’s a request; the sincerity in Chad’s voice makes Evan feel tingly.
“I’m not a little kid,” Evan says, needing Chad to understand. “You don’t have to… you could have just asked me to wait in the car.”
His voice is muffled by Chad’s chest, and when Chad pushes him back he realizes that he’s on the verge of crying. Chad takes ahold of his shoulders, studying him intently.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel like that. Next time I’ll ask, okay?” Chad squeezes Evan’s shoulders, rubbing his thumbs in soothing little circles over his clavicles. Evan nods, mollified.
“Okay,” he agrees. The elevator has long since arrived on their floor, the doors closing again after they failed to step out. Chad hits the button to open the doors again, wrapping his arm around Evan’s shoulder and pulling him in under his arm. It feels nice, Chad’s muscular arm a heavy thing where it rests across the back of Evan’s neck.
***
Chad feels bad for making Evan feel like a child, though he doesn’t really regret the way he treated him. Evan is an omega, and though he should be treated well and allowed a certain degree of agency, Chad is his alpha.
Evan shouldn’t forget that his role is to submit.
But Chad doesn’t want to make a mountain out of a molehill. Evan’s feelings were hurt, and Chad will make a point in the future of asking rather than telling. He knows that Evan will submit no matter what, and if phrasing some of his orders like requests will make Evan feel better, Chad has no problem doing it.
“Are you hungry?” Chad asks after he’s hung up his coat and slipped off his boots, walking ahead of Evan toward the living room. “I could call down for some lunch.”
“Sure,” Evan says, sitting down in the sofa next to Chad as he pulls out his phone. “I’ll just have whatever you’re having.”
Chad orders BLT sandwiches for the both of them, knowing how much Evan likes them, and then calls Dawn to tell her the results of the meeting.
“That’s good. I’ll set up a shell corporation to make the actual purchase,” Dawn says, sounding satisfied. The beta doesn’t have any personal interest in helping omegas, but doing a good job for Peter is her top priority. Chad appreciates her skill, and he would be completely lost without her help.
“Thank you, Dawn. I appreciate it,” he says.
“It’s my job. I’ll call you once the contract is signed and the suppressants are on their way.”
Chad thanks her again, hanging up.
Evan, who has been listening intently, looks up at Chad. “So how long before we can give Trick and the others the suppressants?”
Chad shrugs. “As soon as we sign a contract and pay them, I think. Dawn is taking care of it. Next week, maybe?”
Evan doesn’t look happy.
“I know it sucks that they have to wait at all, but at least we’re trying to help them,” Chad says, trying to make Evan feel better. “If it weren’t for you, they would still be owned by Richard Cruz, with no hope of ever finding new alphas. They can wait a few days.”
Evan nods, eyes lowered, and doesn’t say anything. Chad feels awful about what the omegas are going through, but he’s doing his best to help them. Still, he knows that there’s no way for him to really understand their ordeal. Not the way Evan does.
“Can I… would it be okay if I went to visit Trick? To see how he’s doing?” Evan asks, looking up hopefully. Chad wants to say no, wants to spare Evan, but he can’t think of a way to deny the request without being an asshole.
“Are you sure you want to? They’re all pretty out of it. Wouldn’t it be better to wait until we get them on suppressors?”
Evan frowns, thinking. He licks his lips and looks up at Chad. “I want to see Trick. I should tell him that we’re going to help him. I don’t want him to think that I just forgot about him when you and Peter came and rescued me.”
Chad doesn’t correct Evan and say that Peter was the one who rescued him—without any help from Chad—though it makes him feel a little bit like a fraud.
“We’ve already told them that we’re going to help them. If you really want to see Trick, and Peter says it’s okay, then I won’t say no.”
Evan throws his arms around Chad, hugging him tight. “Thank you,” he says, letting his body go limp in Chad’s arms. He’s basically in Chad’s lap, head resting on Chad’s shoulder.
“Peter still has to say it’s okay,” Chad reminds him, rubbing his back. Evan grunts, nodding his head. Chad can feel the omega’s breath on his neck, lips barely touching his skin. Closing his eyes, Chad enjoys the feeling of his cock getting hard, knot pushing against the denim of his jeans.
The ping of their new dumbwaiter alerts them that their food is ready and waiting, interrupting whatever was about to start. Chad sighs, pushing Evan out of his lap as he walks to get the food.
Peter had the dumbwaiter installed so that no one would have to come into the apartment to deliver food. It’s been working perfectly, their food sent up from the floor below, though they now have to set and clear their own table.
Evan and Chad eat in the dining room, neither one having much to say. Chad’s cock is still hard, and he knows full well that Evan is aware of this fact. The tension is palpable, and as soon as he’s wolfed down his sandwich, Chad has every intention of bending Evan over the table and fucking him senseless.
He can’t wait.
***
Evan finishes his sandwich, heart beating fast as Chad slides his chair back and simply sits there, observing him. Looking out from underneath his lashes, Evan watches Chad watch him, the alpha’s eyes smoldering. Sweating, Evan licks his lips, wondering what Chad has planned.
“Come here,” Chad says after the tension becomes unbearable, crooking his finger and spreading his thighs, boots pointing up. Evan swallows, sinking to his knees and crawling the short distance to where Chad is waiting.
“Good boy,” Chad says, fisting his hand in Evan’s hair and pulling him up, pushing Evan’s face into the bulge in his pants. Evan can feel the length of Chad’s cock underneath the denim, hard and hot. His tongue pokes out to lick the rough fabric.
“Fuck,” Chad growls, grinding Evan’s face down. He’s being rough, pulling on Evan’s scalp, and there’s nothing Evan can do but take it.
He loves it.
“How do you want it, babe?” Chad asks, pulling Evan’s face up and back, forcing him to crane his neck. Chad’s mouth is curled up in a smirk, and Evan feels his hole twitch in desire. He loves Chad like this, all cocky and hot. It’s a perfect complement to Peter’s intense domination. Playful and fun.
Evan knows that Chad expects an answer. A detailed answer. Evan may or may not get what he wants, but Chad wants the truth. A few months ago Evan would have been scared out of his mind to be asked a question like this, panicking as he tried to decide what Chad wanted to hear, but now he just sees it as an opportunity.
“I want…” Evan thinks about it, mind racing as he tries to narrow down the myriad scenarios running through his brain.
He’s got it.
“I want to sit on your knot wh
ile you play with my nipples,” he says, breathless at just the thought of it. “Like Peter plays with yours sometimes.”
Chad’s smirk turns into a grin, and he pushes Evan back down into his crotch. Impossibly, he’s even harder.
“I can do that,” he says, pushing out of the chair and sending Evan sprawling. Before he has a chance to right himself, Evan finds himself over Chad’s shoulder, being carried to the bedroom.
Smack!
Chad spanks Evan’s upturned ass, palm landing with a noise that has Evan more startled than the pain itself.
“Ow!” he cries, though it doesn’t really hurt.
Evan has been spanked twice in his life. Once by Chad, for fun, and once by Peter as punishment. He’s not sure he enjoyed the first, and the second was horrible.
The slight burn on his ass feels kind of nice, though.
“I’m going to give you what you want, but you have to take twenty spanks from my hand first,” Chad says, rubbing Evan’s ass.
A thrill of anticipation runs through him.
Chad sits down on the edge of the bed, arranging Evan over his lap. Chad’s thighs are muscular and hard, and after he’s gathered Evan’s wrists at the small of his back, holding them tight in one huge hand, Evan is trapped.
“I want you to count these out, Evan. I’m not going to start over if you miss one, but for every blow you don’t count, Peter is going to give you one before you go to bed tonight. Do you understand?”
Evan shudders. He understands. Peter is more than willing to spank for fun, but his idea of fun is pretty brutal. Evan is almost certain that Peter won’t go as hard on him as he would on Chad, but he isn’t sure.
“I understand,” Evan says, unprepared when Chad’s answer is hard smack on his upper thigh.
“One!” he cries, the sting of the blow not that bad, his pants muting the impact.
“Good boy,” Chad says, sounding pleased, delivering another smack, this one right on Evan’s cheek.
“Two,” Evan says, breathing in and holding his breath for a second before letting it out, anticipating another blow.
Chad waits for him to breathe normally, then spanks him again.
“Three!” Evan cries, gritting his teeth. It’s starting to hurt, though not so much that he’s even thinking about using his safety word.
Chad rubs his ass, a rumbling growl of approval coming from his chest. Evan’s balls pull up at the sound, his hole an empty thing that needs to be fucked as soon as possible. Chad spanks him again, and Evan counts it out.
“You’re doing so well,” Chad says, his voice proud. They’re on eighteen, and Evan only has two more spanks to go. His ass burns, but it feels good.
Smack! Smack!
Evan gasps, the two blows coming one right after the other. He counts them out, but Chad laughs.
“Ah-ah, you missed one,” he says, sounding thrilled. “That’s one from Peter when he comes home from work.”
Evan shudders, turned on. He can take one spank from Peter.
“Are you ready to sit on my knot?” Chad purrs, pushing Evan’s pants down and stroking his ass with the back of his hand. “Be a good little slut for alpha?”
Evan’s ass feels hot.
“Yes,” Evan moans, wishing Chad would part his cheeks and push one of his big fingers past his rim. Arching his back, Evan shoves his ass up.
Chad smacks him hard, laughing at Evan’s shocked yelp. The blow caught Evan completely off-guard, the burn far more intense on his bare skin than it had been over his pants.
“Good. Go lube up your hole,” Chad commands, pushing Evan off his lap. The alpha moves to the top of the bed, sitting with his back against the headboard, legs spread wide. Evan licks his lips, mouth pooling with drool when Chad frees his cock and balls. Chad’s massive shaft comes to rest against his abs, leaking pre-cum, with his heavy balls spilling down against his thigh.
“You have twenty seconds to lube up or you’re taking it dry,” Chad growls, lifting his arms up and resting his head in his hands. Evan knows that Chad would never fuck him without lube—or hurt him for real in any way—but the empty threat still turns him on. It’s all about Chad’s delivery.
“Yes, alpha,” he says, hurrying over to the dresser. Grabbing the lube, Evan slicks up his fingers and pushes them into his ass. It feels amazing, but Evan knows that Chad’s cock and knot will feel that much better.
Lubed up, Evan rushes over to Chad, crawling up on the bed and coming to a stop between the huge alpha’s legs. Resting his hands on the thick muscle of Chad’s thigh, Evan squeezes down and enjoys his alpha’s strength.
“Sit on my cock,” Chad orders, licking his lips. Chad isn’t smiling; his expression is predatory and aggressive. Evan rushes to obey, turned on like nothing but his alphas can make him.
Evan reaches down and wraps his hand around Chad’s length, his fingers too small to close around the massive tool, and holds it steady as he moves into a crouch over Chad’s lap. He aims the blunt head at his opening, spongy hard flesh pushing against his rim, and pushes down.
Looking over his shoulder, Evan’s heart skips a beat at the look of pure pleasure on Chad’s face. The alpha’s jaw is clenched, his eyes unfocused as Evan sinks down on his massive cock.
The feeling of being full, of being stretched, is amazing. Every time they do this it catches Evan a little bit off-guard how satisfying it is, taking the cock of his alpha.
Evan takes about two inches of Chad’s cock, then starts lifting himself off.
“Not in the mood for that right now,” Chad says, voice dark and hot. “Want you on my knot.”
Before Evan can object, Chad’s hands are on his shoulders, pushing him down. Evan has no leverage, and Chad isn’t holding back. Evan is rammed down on Chad’s cock, taking his knot and landing in the alpha’s lap. He’s impaled, with Chad’s arm curling around his throat and pulling him back, pinning him against a wide and muscled chest.
“Good boy,” Chad growls, scraping his teeth on Evan’s neck. “Breathe, boy.”
Evan realizes that he’s been holding his breath, letting it out in a gasp. Being taken that hard and fast is overwhelming; his body struggles to accept the invasion of Chad’s cock. To yield to it.
“Relax,” Chad says, his voice a rumble of approval. “You can take it.” Evan breathes deep, forcing himself to relax.
He’s so fucking full.
“There you go,” Chad says, one hand coming around to rub Evan’s belly. Chad’s other arm is still held over Evan’s throat, the pressure just short of choking him. Evan’s breathing has calmed, and he’s slowly getting ahold of himself. The cock in his ass throbs, but it’s no more than he can take.
He’s fine.
Amazing.
“Now what was it you said?” Chad asks, hand moving from where it’s been lazily rubbing Evan’s belly and up to his nipple. Evan shudders, clenching down on Chad’s cock, making him growl in pleasure.
“Naughty boy,” Chad says, lips on Evan’s cheek, sounding excited as he pinches down on Evan’s sensitive nub.
“Fuck!” Evan cries out, sucking in a breath between his teeth. Chad’s nails are digging into his nipple, the pinch hard and painful. When Chad doesn’t let up, Evan whimpers.
It’s delicious.
“I think you like this,” Chad says, taking his arm away from Evan’s neck and reaching down to wrap his hand around Evan’s cock. It’s sensation overload. Evan’s nipple hurts, and his cock feels like it’s going to erupt at any second. Chad’s hand is huge, and Evan’s shaft disappears inside his grip.
“Don’t you?” Chad asks, twisting Evan’s nipple as he pulls it away from his body. Evan leans forward, but he’s trapped by Chad’s arm over his lower stomach and the knot stuck in his hole.
“I love it!” Evan shouts, wanting the pain to end, and at the same time never wanting it to stop. “It hurts.”
“Squeeze down on my knot,” Chad growls, ignoring Evan’s words. The alpha keeps tugging on
Evan’s nipple, then lets go only to grab his other nub. “Come on, baby. Work my knot. Squeeze down.”
Chad jerks Evan off as he pinches and pulls on his nipples, the little nubs swollen and aching, Evan doing his best to squeeze down and milk Chad’s knot. He’s sweaty and overwhelmed, every nerve of his body feeling like it's on fire.
“Ow!” Evan cries, Chad pinching his nipple so hard it throbs. It’s like a string of electricity connects Evan’s chest to his balls, the pleasure/pain sending him over the edge. Evan comes, balls pulling up as he spills his load inside Chad’s tight fist.
