by Drea Roman
“Where are we going?” Sasha covers the machinery with their dust covers and takes one more look around his coffee station before nodding with satisfaction.
I pause before continuing, choosing my words carefully in a way I rarely do. But Sasha is precious to me and I cannot bear any misunderstandings with my fated mate. Sasha turns to walk toward the entrance of the bookstore, but I grab his arm gently and turn him around to face me. He draws in a surprised breath and looks up at me in bewilderment.
“Just to make sure, we are on the same page, all right? You recognize me as your fated mate.” I make it a statement of fact instead of a question because for me, it most certainly is fact.
Sasha’s eyes widen and he licks his lips, leaving them glistening and oh, so very tempting. He breathes in deeply and nods. “Yes.”
I cannot help the smile that spreads across my face then. Sasha smiles back, and I can almost feel the happiness inside of him. Soon enough, if all goes well tonight, I will be able to feel his emotions through our bond. Joy at the thought of a mate bond washes over me and I close my eyes against the onslaught.
Sasha steps closer, close enough for me to feel his body heat through my clothes. “Dominic?” he whispers. “Are you okay?”
Opening my eyes, I stare down into his. “Yes, omega, believe me. I am more than fine at this moment.”
Another shy smile and Sasha nods. “Since we are both in agreement then, perhaps we should go.”
“Yes, to my house.”
Sasha swallows hard and nods again. I lead the way out and to my car. When I open the passenger door for him, he smiles brightly, never taking his eyes off me as he sits and buckles in before I close the door.
The ride to my house is quiet. There is so much to say and yet, I could not hold a conversation to save my life. Glancing over at my companion, he seems to be in a similar state of excitement and trepidation. When I pull into my driveway, I can tell by his intake of breath that he is surprised by the size and grandeur of my two-story house.
He looks over at me stunned. “What do you for a living?”
“I own several businesses mostly in the shipping industry. I do well enough.”
Sasha laughs. “I would say so.”
When he unbuckles his belt and reaches for the door, I stop him with a hand on his arm. “Let me, please.”
That shy smile is back and he nods, allowing me this little act of chivalry for my fated mate.
2
Sasha
As soon as his front door closes behind us, Dominic reaches out and pulls me against him into a tight hug. His orange and ginger scent washes over me and I feel at peace. And turned on, oh, so very turned on.
“Do you want this?” Dominic asks, his breath ruffling the curls of my hair as he kisses the top of my head. Since I come up to his chin, I tuck perfectly and easily against his body. I nod, knowing exactly what he is asking me.
My alpha pulls back to look me in the eyes. “I need your words, Sasha. We are fated mates. Do you accept that?”
I swallow hard and nod again. “Yes, Dominic. You are my mate. Please.” My voice drops off to a whisper and only his eyes give me the courage to continue. “Please, I want you to claim me.”
With a grin more than a little feral, Dominic takes me by the hand and leads me up the stairs. We enter a room to the left and when Dominic turns on the light, I can see that it is dominated by a huge bed, far larger than a king.
Dominic pulls me closer to the bed and turns me by the arm so we are facing each other. When he speaks again, I am shocked by the frankness of his question.
“When was your last heat, omega? I do hope what we are feeling here is not heat induced biological lust. I want you to choose me because I am destined to be yours, not because your body has decided it is time to make babies.”
Though I am a little scandalized by this intimate line of questioning, I understand why he must ask. I shake my head, needing him to know I want him because the fates have decided he is perfect for me, not some biological imperative of procreation.
Blushing and stammering, I finally reply. “Five months ago, Sir.”
The final word slips out and I freeze, but the wildly pleased smile that crosses his lips tells me he likes such signs of respect. He must be reading my mind, because his smile deepens. “Thank you, my boy. I adore hearing you call me Sir. Maybe one day you will call me something even more.” I have no idea what that could be, so I just nod, my throat clogged with lust and need.
He continues with his former train of thought. “So you will not be in heat for another month then, little one?”
I flush pink at the endearment, perhaps even more than the intimacy of the question. “Uh, yes, not for another month, sir.”
Pleasure seems to deepen his voice even more. “Good, because I want time to play with you before we consider starting a family. What do you say, Sasha?”
For the moment I do not say anything because I am too turned on for my brain cells to fire. “Uh, yes, I don’t think I’m quite ready for a family, sir.”
He pauses a moment, pensive, his thumb stroking his chin. If he does not touch me with those hands soon, I think I am going to die on the spot. He breaks me from my lust induced fog by saying, “I think we should establish some ground rules here first. What do you think, Sasha?”
“Ground rules?” I squeak out.
A soft, rumbling noise emanates from his throat. “Your pleasure will always be under my control. I may try to guide you otherwise, since you are so young, but in the bedroom, I will control everything.” My expression must register my surprise. “No worries, little one, I will never hurt you, only care for you exactly as you need. This does, of course, require a certain amount of trust we have not developed, yet.” He pauses, looking me up and down and I wish I were naked under his perusal. “But, I think we are well on our way on that point. You are, after all, in the bedroom of your fated mate approximately an hour and a half after meeting him. Do you think you want what I am offering you?”
I shiver and swallow hard, my Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as I try to clear my throat so I can speak. The words come out nearly breathless. “That is exactly what I want, alpha.”
“Then first things first. I want to strip you out of your clothing so I can look at my beautiful mate’s body.”
He steps forward into my space and I shudder at how good he smells. His fingers move swiftly down the buttons of my shirt and before I can even think, it is slipping off my shoulders to fall to the floor.
Dominic pauses a moment as he gives me an admiring look. “I think you should do the same for me, omega. It seems only fair. What do you think?”
Think? I can barely think as need thrums through me and the only thing I know is that this man is my fated mate.
My alpha chuckles and correctly takes my silence for agreement, grabbing my hands and placing them at the top of his shirt, my fingers against the top button. He leans down and whispers in my ear. “Take my shirt off of me, mate, so we can be equally nude and equally vulnerable before one another.”
My fingers start to work before my brain. Then his shirt is gone and I slide my hands into his dark chest hair. Not only is Dominic taller than me, he looks like a Greek god, muscular and well proportioned, with his olive complexion, dark brown hair, and seductive, dark chocolate eyes. I fall under their spell and cannot help leaning closer into him as he leans down toward me. Our chests touch for the first time and his hair is rough against my nearly hairless pecs. I whimper at how good it feels. Dominic threads his strong, long fingers through my hair, tilting my head back slightly as his face descends towards mine. When he is within a hair’s breadth of my lips, he whispers, “May I kiss you, Sasha?”
“Yes,” I whisper back, and the first touch of our lips is soft and sublime. The connection I felt the first moment our eyes met thrums stronger inside me and I gasp. He takes advantage of my parted lips, running his tongue against them before reaching in to lick my tong
ue. I feel like fireworks are exploding behind my eyes. This isn’t just a kiss. This is a true mate’s kiss and it is a powerful drug. Pushing myself up on my tiptoes, I kiss him back, becoming lost in him until I feel my pants open and his other hand sliding in to cup my growing erection through my underwear. A squeak of surprise escapes me and Dominic pulls back from our kiss with a soft laugh, releasing his hold on my hair.
Looking deeply into my eyes, he grasps the edges of my underwear and pants, pulling them down, going with them to his knees. I step out of them, completely dazed by how safe and wanted this man makes me feel.
“Are you sure?” I ask.
He looks up at me. “Sure about what?”
I swallow thickly and voice the fear that has been plaguing me since he first stepped up to my café counter. “That we are mates. This is really happening, right? I won’t wake up tomorrow, alone and cold, will I? Please tell me, Dominic, is this real?”
My beautiful alpha stands and takes my hand, placing it against his heart. “Do you feel this here, Sasha?”
When I nod, he continues. “My heart beats for you, omega. My heart has longed for you so long that I no longer believed it was possible to find you. Then, this afternoon, I was drawn inexorably and inexplicably into a bookstore I have never visited before. Behind the café counter was the most gorgeous omega I have ever seen. And before I even caught your scent, I hoped it was true, begged heaven, actually, that you were mine.”
I am so swept up in the romance of his words that I barely notice as he steps back and drops his pants. My attention rockets back to his body when I realize he was going commando, my eyes nearly bulging out at the size and girth of my mate’s cock.
Dominic laughs softly at my reaction and tips my head back up, my eyes back on his before he kisses me softly again. “Do you understand, Sasha? I stood at the threshold of knowledge, stopped there, and begged the gods for it to be true, for you to be mine. Then when I stepped forward and caught your scent of coffee and cloves, my soul recognized you. You are mine. You are my mate and I will always do everything in my power to make you happy. Do you believe me, Sasha?”
I nod fiercely because my throat is too clogged with emotions to speak. A few tears escape the corners of my eyes and Dominic brushes them away before kissing me gently again. Taking my hand, he leads me to his massive bed. He surprises me by picking me up and laying me gently in the center.
Laying down beside me on his side, he brushes my hair back and kisses me again softly before pulling away to look me in the eyes. His expression is so tender that my heart tumbles more for him than it already has.
“I have to ask you something, Sasha.”
“Yes,” I interrupt him, knowing his train of thought. “This is my first time.” I pause to take a breath. “And I am so glad I can share myself with you and only you. Please, Dominic, claim me. Make love to me.”
Dominic’s smile is soft, but his eyes are practically feral. “Yes.” He kisses me softly at first, his hands roaming all over my virgin body. He touches skin never stroked by anyone but myself. When he finally clasps my dick, I feel like I may orgasm on the spot. The more he touches me the more I lose control. I am whimpering and moaning, making noises I never knew possible as he touches me everywhere, marking me with little bites on my inner thighs, whispering dirty thoughts of how he wants to fuck me, telling me all of the filthy things he will do to me in the years to come.
Finally, he rolls away, but returns with a bottle of lube from somewhere.
“Since you are not in heat, omega mine, we need this.”
He slicks up the fingers of one hand while nudging my thighs apart with the other.
“Open your legs for me, my precious omega. Let me touch you where no one has touched you before.”
With a sigh, I pull my legs further up and flop them wide open. Dominic growls at the sight, shoving his hands underneath my ass cheeks and pulling me toward the end of the bed.
“On second thought, I do believe I need to taste you first.”
With just that warning, he leans down, pulls my cheeks apart, and laps aggressively at my hole. I howl at the sensation as his tongue swirls around me and then breaches me. I am moaning and writhing as his hand comes up to roughly stroke my cock. On the edge of coming, I am barely breathing. Then, my alpha pulls back, his finger replacing his tongue as he slowly pushes it inside me. The invasion is so welcome that my muscles clamp down on his digit. He must have applied more lube somehow because he glides in and out easily.
Dominic encourages me, telling me how much he loves the feeling inside of me, and before I even realize it, a second finger pushes in alongside the first. Virgin that I am, this burns a bit more and I whimper causing Dominic to pull out of me completely.
“No,” I protest, but he just shhs me as he pulls me back to the center of the bed. Resettled between my thighs, he brings his fingers to my hole again as he suddenly takes my hard cock into his mouth. The wet warmth and suction against my dick causes me to shake and I am unaware of the sounds I am making until Dominic pops off to encourage me to cry out even louder. As his fingers plunge in and out of my channel, alternating between slow and steady and hard and fast, Dominic tells me all of his dirty fantasies for us.
“On our fifth anniversary, I will fuck you outside, with you bent over a hammock, your ass out for anyone to see. To see me plunge this alpha cock inside, making you writhe and scream. And you will want everyone to hear and see, to know I am loving you so well, in a way no one else ever could. I will own you in the daylight, forbidding you to touch your cock, which will be held firmly to the soft, sexy curve of your belly by the ropes of the hammock.” A pause. “Did I mention this is on a beach? Next to the ocean.”
All of this feels like a dream and as the desire and need to come builds in my body, I cannot stop myself from asking my mate one more time for reassurance.
“Am I yours? Really yours?”
“Yes, my love,” his fingers find my prostate for the first time and roughly fondle it, making me screech and try to swallow my scream. “Tsk, tsk, omega mine. I want you to scream. I want you to scream so loud and so long that the neighbors call the police. Then I’m going to keep right on fucking you as the police pound on the gates. And when we are finished, and only after we are completely finished, after I have licked your cum from your belly and fed it to you on my tongue, will we go down to the end of the drive with only our robes and slippers on. Then you will tell the police in that sexy timid voice of yours that you screamed because I fucked you so well. And they will smell me all over you and you all over me and they will be so jealous and turned on that they may just fuck each other in the back seat of their squad car before they even leave the property. And wouldn’t that be something, omega mine? Turning two strangers on so much that they cannot hold themselves back from sullying the backseat of their car together?”
This whole time, as he tells me one dirty fantasy after another, he continues stroking me, inside and out. Every time I think he is going to back off and finally thrust his enormous alpha cock inside me, instead he sucks me down again or twiddles my balls, or tries to play my insides like a fiddle.
“Oh, my God, oh my GOD!” I really do scream this time as he forcefully fills me with a third finger and purposefully jabs my prostate. Hot, sticky release stutters out of my flushed cock, streams of it. If I didn’t know better, I would think I was in heat. But I am not. Far from it. I’ve never been so sober, clear-eyed, and focused in my life. And all of that focus is on what this man, my alpha, is doing to me with his tongue and his fingers.
Dominic plays with my body for what seems like hours, alternating between his tongue and fingers in my ass to taking my cock down his tight throat. Before tonight, I have never had a blow job before. It only takes Dominic a dozen bobs of his tight warm mouth up and down my cock before I come again, this time down his throat. I am sure at this point that he will take me, cover my trembling body with his and shove his huge alpha cock inside o
f me, mating us together. Instead, he pets me, touching every inch of my body with reverence, delighting at the sounds I cannot stop myself from making as he marks me with his fingertips and lips.
Finally, Dominic slides his body over mine and I think he will finally mate me, but he seems to have other plans. Holding himself up with one elbow, he grasps my cock, which has been growing again as he has nipped and sucked at my nipples, licked across the planes of my abs, and pulled hickies on both sides of my neck and even my inner thighs. I feel marked as his territory. I feel loved, but it is not enough.
“Please,” I murmur as his lips find mine again.
“Just one more time, baby. Come for me one more time, omega, and I will give you everything you want.”
“Please.”
His hand speeds up and I cannot believe how quickly I am on the edge again.
“Please, Dominic.”
“Please, what, omega mine?” His tongue twirls against my neck and I moan.
“Please, make me yours.”
He pulls his head back to look into my eyes, his grin seductive and full of unbridled passion. “You are mine, Sasha. Now come for me again so I can prove it to you.”
His words, coupled with the wicked way his fingers squeeze my balls, drag another orgasm from me. Before my cock has stopped shooting and before my muscles have stopped spasming, he suddenly pulls back and draws me to my feet. I am like a rag doll now as he walks me to the wall, bends me toward it, and places my hands chest high against it. He leans down to whisper in my ear. “I will take you standing here, my love.” He kisses my cheek tenderly before ghosting his lips across mine.
Then he steps around me, his hands smoothing down my back, his fingers still exploring my flesh as he murmurs to me how beautiful I am, how precious to him. My hearts feels like it is going to explode. And if he doesn’t take me soon, I feel like the rest of my body will go along with it. Suddenly, he grasps my cheeks and plumps them up before sliding a single finger inside me. My head hangs down and I can see the ribbons of cum from my third orgasm hanging from the tip of my still hard cock. How is this possible? I must have said that out loud as my alpha chuckles, the warm, deep, rich sound washing over me and making me want to come again just from the sound of it.
