“Chance.” His skin was like silk against my palm. His name was fitting, since I was most definitely willing to take a chance on this man. It was almost a pity I would be leaving in a week, because I could easily see myself taking my time with this one.
“Can I buy you a drink, Chance?”
“Is that what you’re offering? A drink?” His smile was slow and seductive.
Oh, you beautiful man, I am offering you so much more than a drink.
3
Chance
A dragon. Not unwelcome but an unexpected bonus!
“Is that what you’re offering? A drink?”
“Depends.” He was older than me by a good chunk of years, and his grin went straight to my cock as I glanced sideways at the stubble covering his jaw and his startling green eyes. Was I imagining it or were there a few red… no, wrong word… more like burnished copper strands in amongst the dark hair? Hard to tell in this light. But they echoed my own reddish hair.
Instead, I pushed through the crowd, not checking if he was following. As I leaned on the thick slab of wood, worn shiny by decades of elbows leaning on it, he brushed against my shoulder. A frisson of excitement throttled my body, and I was grateful for the bar holding me upright because my legs failed me.
My dragon stirred, his interest piqued. I need to scratch an itch. Nothing more. No need to get excited, I told him.
“So, what’ll it be?” Devlin asked.
There were so many ways I could answer but I went with the most direct. “I’ll have a dark and stormy.”
Devlin sucked air in through his teeth. Inner me cheered. One point to me. His reaction was not what I anticipated. He leaned closer, his bristly chin tickling my skin, resulting in a raging thirst burning my throat, but not for alcohol. Us, skin to skin. Panting, thrusting, moaning, sweating, and us reeking in the unmistakable aroma of slick and sex. My dragon reared his head and his tail twitched.
As the alpha’s warm breath curled over my ear, he mumbled, “I’m not familiar with that. You’ll have to give me pointers.”
He was good. I nodded at the bartender hovering in front of us, probably bored, having witnessed this little dance a million times. “I’m sure this guy knows what it is.”
“One dark and stormy coming up. And for you, sir?”
“A whiskey. Neat.”
An alpha who knew what he wanted. “Straight up.” The night was only just beginning, but it was heading in a direction I liked. Him and me naked.
“The only way.”
His voice reminded me of syrup, the kind that Cook put on our pancakes when we were kids. Thick, luscious, and fragrant with a hint of promise. It took a lot to unnerve me. Chance, youngest son of King Ari and Prince Ezra—who was his consort and my omega dad—and prince of the ancient Montipan Dynasty. But Devlin managed it, seemingly with little effort.
When my drink was placed on the bar, I gulped a mouthful, and in my haste, droplets escaped my lips and dribbled over my beard. Devlin caught one on his finger and licked it. I counted the seconds as emotions flitted across his face. There was one I recognized… was certain of. It was unmistakable. Lust.
“Mmmm, delicious. Rum. Lime juice and something else.”
“Ginger beer,” I croaked, my voice catching in my throat.
“I’ll have to try that sometime.”
His words had desire spiraling through me, and I blurted out, “Why not tonight? Right now.”
Devlin didn’t blink but took a long slow sip of his whiskey, the seconds stretching out like a lonely highway until I was about ready to pummel him. He jerked his head toward the exit at the rear of the room. “Through there, second door on the left. It’s a storeroom. Meet you in one minute.”
Without glancing back, I strode toward the door, shoving my way between alphas and omegas, scenting shifters of different species.
“Hey.”
“Watch it.”
“Look where you’re going.”
I ignored them all, my focus on the door in front of me and the raging boner in my pants. There was a dim light in the storeroom and a sizable lock on the inside. He’d been here before, and my guess it wasn’t to collect supplies for the bar. But as I surveyed the room, the door clicked and I jumped. “You lied,” I uttered, not turning around.
“How do you figure that?” He was behind me, not touching but so close I could feel the heat radiating from his body.
“You said a minute. It had to be all of thirty seconds.”
A hand slid over my hip as the other one yanked my shirt back, exposing my bare skin. His mouth was on my flesh, sucking, licking, and nibbling as he pulled me toward him, his arousal brushing over my ass.
“Perhaps you should be punished.” I was ready to give him the full Prince of Montipan routine. Me having the upper hand, giving commands as he dropped to his knees and did my bidding. I’d role-played this a million times, my sexual escapades mirroring a real-life persona. Of an ancient prince. Not me. In real life, I rarely told people what to do, except in bed.
Devlin grunted and pulled me closer. “The only one giving orders will be me.” He bit the soft part of my ear which had me yelping, my head falling backward as pain and pleasure combined and had me wanting him more.
“Fuck me, Devlin.”
“What did I say?” he hissed.
My body reacted to his gruffness. “You… you g-give the orders.”
He twisted me around, and I swallowed as his green eyes, the color reminding me of the emeralds in Father’s crown, glinted, sending goosebumps sprawling over my skin. “On your knees.”
I dropped to the floor, as grateful as a starving man being offered a morsel of bread. Devlin unzipped his pants and yanked down his briefs. He palmed his cock. Hard, swollen, enormous. I’d never seen anything so beautiful and I wanted a taste. Without thinking, I poked out my tongue and flicked a drop of pre-cum from the tip.
Devlin hissed. Oh right, the whole obeying thing. Oops!
He leaned against a wall and jutted his hips in my direction, the head of his dick sliding over my cheek leaving a trail of pre-cum. “Suck me.”
Wasting no time, I opened my mouth wide and swallowed him, my pursed lips gliding over his length while my tongue lapped and licked the shaft. His breath sped up and his ass banged against the wall as he grabbed tufts of my hair and tugged. More mingling of pain and pleasure.
Using my teeth, I grazed his cock, and his head slammed on the wooden surface at his rear. Ouch. That’s got to hurt.
“Take out your cock and pump it while your mouth is on me.” His voice left no room for doubt. I kept my lips wrapped around him as I fumbled with my zipper and pulled out my stiff dick, aching for relief.
With one hand wrapped around his length and the other gripping my own cock, I sucked and pumped, my hands moving in tandem. I whimpered, the vibrations making him moan as there was a knock at the door.
“We’ve run out of vodka,” a voice yelled as the door rattled. “Open up.”
“Ignore him,” Devlin whispered. I was doing my best, surrounded by his crisp, clean fragrance that reminded me of the lime in my drink, along with the scent of slick coating my ass and the intense aroma of sex washing over me. My knees wobbled and ached on the cold, hard floor as my mouth made its way over his cock, inch by inch, back and forth, Devlin’s body trembling, his fingers in my hair, nails raking over my scalp.
Passion clouded my thoughts and blinded me to my surroundings. There was his dick and mine. His gasping and my panting. Devlin muttering, “Chance… so good… so, so good.” I slowed my pace and then sped up, and his frenzied jerking and moaning had my hand and mouth go faster.
Pleasuring him while giving myself a hand job, imagining his cock in me, was messing with my head, and emotions, scents, and sounds overwhelmed me. In the distance, there was laughing of customers in the bar, the complaining of the guy outside the door, Devlin’s grunting, and my sucking on his length. They blended together as he grabbed a chunk of my
hair, arched his back, and spurted his seed into my mouth.
I was so close. A few more seconds. Keeping the pressure on his cock, I pumped my dick and scrunched my eyes closed as every part of me throbbed and cum streamed out. Moments later, with my body limp and with one eye open, I mentally patted myself on the back for not splattering Devlin’s boots. I’d aimed between his legs. Go me!
He brought me to my feet, his mouth a hair’s breadth from my own. He pecked me on the lips and licked off remnants of his cum. “I want to be inside you, Chance. Not just fuck but make love to you.” Whiskey breath billowed over my face. Yes, please. “But not here. Come back to my place.”
Were we still doing the boss-man thing with him telling me what to do? If it ended with his cock in my ass, I’d grovel at his feet if necessary. “Ummm, I’d like to clean up a bit first.”
4
Devlin
“Hurry back,” I whispered to Chance as he quickly buckled his pants.
“I’ll be back in under a minute,” he promised, trailing his fingers along my arm on his way past. His touch left my skin tingling from the contact, goosebumps trailing up my arm.
He unlocked the door and a wall of sound came blasting in as he opened it. Chance slipped out, past the bartender who was standing outside, arms crossed over his chest and a scowl firmly in place. I loved that Chance barely spared him a glance, no sign of being affected by the man’s shitty attitude. That omega had some serious confidence, and I felt a keen sense of pride.
Once Chance had sauntered off, the bartender turned his scowl to me. “You know better than that, Devlin. You’re supposed to check if we need anything from the storeroom before taking someone in there.” Jeff shook his head, grabbed what he came for, then headed back to the bar with his vodka, shouting over his shoulder at me, “Just make sure you clean up your mess, or you’re banned for life.” He’d forgive me. He always did.
So, I’d admit this wasn’t the first time I’d taken an omega into the dim closet—the boys and I were regulars to the pub, and we’d all had a romp or two when the mood struck—but the feelings currently stirring inside me were most definitely unfamiliar. The way Chance had looked up at me from his position on his knees, taking my cock into his mouth like he was made for me, a perfect fit. His whimpers and moans as he’d stroked his own length. I just wished the lighting was better so I could get a good look at him. Maybe a closer look… Maybe that look could come with a taste…
I crouched down and wiped up the cum on the floor. The scent of it had my dragon practically purring. Down, boy, I chided, but in fact, I happened to agree with my inner beast. Chance followed my commands so well. My dragon rumbled, We know what he needs. And that was exactly the problem. I wanted to take him home with me, caress him and cradle him in my arms, take care of his every need. Guide and protect.
What the hell was wrong with me? I didn’t know a single thing about him, except his first name and that he had a perfectly wet mouth. I was leaving next week! Dream job, remember? This was most certainly not the time to start considering what a future would look like, especially not with some random guy I picked up at the bar.
Nope, certainly not considering his lips and tongue, or the tight ass that went with the sweet-scented slick I could practically still taste on the air. I didn’t even know how it felt to knot his ass yet, though I would be sure to rectify that tonight.
“Fuuuuuck,” I panted, already getting hard again as I relived the memory of what just happened a few minutes ago. I needed Chance to hurry up in the bathroom so we could get out of here.
Now that the clean-up was finished, I had nothing better to do except pace back and forth across the small space. What the hell was taking him so long? I was itching to get him back to my place and have a long night of fun before I left for Montipan, but Chance certainly wasn’t coming across as all that eager. Maybe he was in the bathroom, stalling, trying to think of a way to let me down easy.
Or maybe he wasn’t coming back at all…
Now that the possibility had snuck into my thoughts, self-doubt began to claw at me, an uncomfortable itching under my skin. Right now, at this very moment, Chance could be out the door and halfway home without me.
Or worse… maybe he grabbed himself a different alpha on the way out.
No, that wasn’t it, it couldn’t be. There was no denying the chemistry between us. I’d seen the way he looked at me, felt his fingers across my skin. There was no mistaking the reaction his body had displayed as he’d rushed off to the bathroom to clean up. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t dealing with his own self-doubt. Could I blame him if he was experiencing some regret? Maybe I freaked him out by saying I wanted to make love to him. That probably came across as way too serious for a one-night stand.
What could I do about it? Well, I could barge into the bathroom, tell him I understood what he was feeling… maybe help him clean up…
No, stop that line of thinking. But comfort, understanding, letting him know that whatever he was feeling was okay. Yes, I could do that.
Decision made, I opened the door to the storeroom and stepped out. Walking back into the bar was shocking; I’d almost forgotten where I was. The storeroom had acted like a sexy cocoon, and the pub was like a wall of noisy, stinky strangers. I crinkled my nose at the stench, already missing the storeroom.
As I was halfway across the room, I saw the bathroom door swing open. A grin spread across my face at the sight of my omega—the omega, most certainly not mine, I reminded myself. But Chance was most definitely not smiling.
My dragon reared up inside me, looking for any sign of a threat. I just barely had time to clamp a muzzle on my beast before he took over. He was ready to shift right here in the middle of a crowded pub, laws about exposing ourselves to humans be damned, and flame roast whoever had put that frown on our omega’s face.
I practically flew across the room, barely aware of who I was throwing out of the way. I wouldn’t have been surprised if Chance took one look at me, my dragon so close beneath the surface, and ran the other way, but if anything, he seemed to relax a tiny bit in the presence of him.
I wrapped my arms around Chance, pulling him against my chest. “Show me who hurt you and I’ll give them a bad sunburn,” I snarled, my teeth elongating.
Chance’s lip curled up. “If only you could, sweet alpha.” He placed a hand against my chest, balling my shirt in his fist. “You have no idea…” His own dragon reflected back at me from his eyes when he looked up and met my gaze. I could feel his rage and frustration simmering.
“Then tell me. Anything you need, I’m here.” I couldn’t pinpoint what it was about this man that had me so untethered. This protectiveness I felt was more than a simple fling in a back room. I could try to tamp it down, but my dragon had made it more than a little clear that he was the one in control here, and I knew better than to ignore his instincts.
Chance leaned forward and gave me a lingering kiss.
“Why do I feel like that was goodbye?” I asked sadly.
“Sorry,” he whispered. “I wish I could—Fuck.” He gave himself a shake, his shoulders squaring off. “Gotta go.”
Just like that, he let go of my shirt, leaving a wrinkled patch across my chest, and he turned and walked away. I watched him storm off towards the exit, clearly pissed at somebody, and my dragon roared at me to chase after him.
But I didn’t.
I looked back over to where my friends were still seated. I had no interest in going back to the table and attempting to reclaim the evening. How had things changed so quickly? It had probably only been 20 minutes since I was sitting at the table drinking shots with my friends, celebrating my new job and a bright future. Chance had been like an eclipse, however, overshadowing everything else in the blink of an eye.
I couldn’t blame my dragon for his rage, since I happened to agree with him. This certainly felt like we’d lost more than just a fun night.
I caught Randall’s eye from across the r
oom and gave him a wave. I would call him tomorrow. But for now, all I wanted was to go home and sleep, dreaming of the omega whose scent still lingered on my clothes.
5
Chance
I knew I was going to be in trouble the second I decided to take the plane. Silly me thought he wouldn’t notice until morning, and not once did I suspect he’d call me—demanding my immediate return, like I was fifteen years old and not an adult.
Having to leave Devlin because my father called... I had been so angry I nearly cried. I hated when anger impacted me this way. I was mad. I should want to throw a punch or twelve, not shed tears. But here I was, exactly like that as Devlin came to me, rushing, as if he were going to swoop in and save the day.
Only he couldn’t save anything. My father’s command hadn’t been that of a father... he knew I’d blow him off and pay the consequences later.
No. He had made it a royal command and cited some BS about national security and sending the royal guard to come get me. That was the last thing I needed, Devlin’s knot in my ass as they broke through the door to bring me home.
With each minute on the plane, I got angrier and angrier. It had been a damn long time since I felt that strong of a connection with anyone, and if I was going to get cornered into the mate-or-else conundrum, not acting on it wasn’t an option.
Until it was mandatory.
“We are about to come in for our landing, Your Highness,” the pilot’s voice echoed through the cabin. Your Highness. Great, he knew the trouble I was in or else he’d have dropped the formality like he always did when it was just us and we weren’t on the island.
“Thank you,” I said automatically, even though he couldn’t hear me. I buckled my seatbelt for something to do and took out my phone for one last glance at Devlin, a picture I took on the sly as we parted ways. It was a crappy picture all blurry and pixelated, which was probably for the best. The chances of me running into him again—being on my knees for him again, swallowing his cum again—just not existent.
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