Alpha Meets Beta (Alpha Meets Omega Book 4)

by Sky Winters

“Well, unless you have to get back, I thought maybe we could go down to the construction office and do a bit of snooping around.”

  “Haven’t you already done that?” she asked.

  “Yeah, but maybe a fresh set of eyes will help,” he told her.

  “Okay, but I have to go back to work tomorrow, to the office, so I need to be home by curfew.”

  Dane laughed. “What is your curfew, Pollyanna?”

  “Eleven on work nights.”

  “Well, you work in the city. I live in the city. We could swing by your place and get your things so you could stay here.”

  “As much as I would love that, I think I need to stay at my place tonight. Early day tomorrow, and I need to take care of a few things around there before I go in.”

  He looked wounded, and it made her feel bad about making him feel it might be personal against him. In fact, she wanted to just tell him to forget it and she’d stay, but who was she becoming around him? It wasn’t like her to cling to a man like this. The best thing she could do was try to keep a little distance from him. This was all moving way too fast.

  “I see. I guess it’s my loss then,” he told her. “You don’t have to come with me if you don’t want to. I can get you on home so you can tend to things.”

  “It’s okay. I’ve got time to go with you. Maybe we’ll figure something out.”

  He smiled, but she could tell he didn’t like it. He kissed her on the cheek and picked up their leftovers to throw in the trash compactor. When he came back, he held out his hand for her to take and smiled.

  “I’ve got a better idea before we go,” he said.

  “What’s that?” she asked with a sly smile.

  “I thought I could read you a story.”

  “A story?”

  “Yes, but you have to sit on my lap to listen to it.”

  “Hmmm, sounds a bit naughty.”

  “It might be,” he told her.

  “Okay, then.”

  Dane led her over to the chaise lounge chair and stopped, getting undressed before sitting down.

  “What’s this?” she asked.

  “It’s naked storytime,” he told her. “Get undressed.”

  She didn’t question, stripping down to nothing and facing him. He picked a book from the bookcase and sat down, inviting her to sit on his lap facing away from him. She did so, her bare bottom meeting his exposed crotch. The reaction was almost instantaneous, his cock pulsing to life against her warm pussy.

  Dane opened the book and slid it around her so she could see the pages. He began to read over her shoulder, his cock continuing to gain momentum as she sat in his lap.

  There was little time for them as they met in the woods. He was forbidden, an outcast to his people, their people. Before his banishment, he had been her first love, her only love, and he continued to be just that. So, they met in secret whenever they could. Each night, he waited in the woods until her curfew and hoped she would show. Tonight was one of the good nights, as he saw her making her way through the woods toward him, her large bosom bouncing in her milkmaid’s outfit.

  Tonight, her hair hung in stubborn strands about her face, escaped tendrils from her bonnet that only served to make her look more beautiful, more wanton. Her beautiful mouth, her beautiful eyes, all his. He wanted to marry her, to make her wife, but it was forbidden, so they met here in the dark.

  He kissed her fiercely as she came to him, her cheeks chapped from the cold of the night. His warm mouth fell on her breasts, her nipples hard against the winter chill. He suckled gleefully as she lifted her skirt for his hands to find her womanhood. They had once been innocents, but they were now skilled at pleasuring one another. His fingers knew exactly where to go, where to touch her, and he wasn’t shy.

  “Now, Angus. Now. We don’t have much time,” she moaned against him.

  He stroked her warm pink blossom, brought it to flower once, twice, three times before unbuttoning his worn trousers and mounting her, his hardness filling her void as she moaned his name beneath him on the ground.

  Dane was aware of her squirming on his lap, feeling his cock hardening against her pussy lips as he read. It wasn’t the story. He’d read it before. His reaction was from her. He could smell her scent, a mix of human desire and animal pheromones. He shifted, letting his cock enter her, and she accepted it, still sitting, and listening to the story as he continued as if he didn’t have her pegged onto his throbbing dick.

  Her breasts were exposed, milky white and full as he leaned forward to knead them with his hands as their sexes intertwined in the perfect unison that only true lovers can achieve.

  Dane became aware that she had placed her own hands on her breasts, kneading them as he spoke. He pushed his hips upward, shifting his weight to grind into her heavily. She gasped but said nothing. He couldn’t see her, but he could hear her breathing grow heavy and imagined her biting her lip like she sometimes did.

  Such was their liaison, each night that they could find one another in the cold dark night until such time that their sin became apparent, Hannah growing heavy with child, his child. Her father was livid, demanding the father be brought before him, but she didn’t dare. Instead, she suffered the cruelty of being labeled a whore and let herself and her child be exiled.

  Dane could feel her shift against him, could feel her wetness dripping down his cock. He put the book aside and place his hands on her hips, pulling her upward and then pulling her back down onto him heavily. She gasped as his hardness hit bottom, pulsating inside her heavily as she began to grind against him, riding him like he was a bull and she a cowgirl in heat. Soon, she had her feet on either side of the chaise lounge, fucking him with wild abandon as her own body vibrating with orgasms.

  When he couldn’t take much more, Dane yanked her up off his cock and carried her to the bank of windows facing the biggest part of the city. He pushed her against the glass and entered her from behind, letting her tits push against the glass as he fucked her like a wild animal. No one could see her unless they were in the air, but it felt like fucking in public, which seemed to be a huge turn-on for both of them.

  Reaching between her legs, he began massaging her clit with his fingers until she was sputtering and screaming, the vibrations of her voice clattering across the glass panes as he fucked her harder and faster and milked her clit until she was panting and coming without any control over herself.

  “Harder. Fuck me harder,” she screamed.

  Dane continued to ram his cock home until he was afraid he might literally push her through the glass. Her high-pitched screams were gratifying. He loved the mix of pleasure and pain he was able to elicit from her, but he was close, and he wasn’t holding back. With one last stroke, he shoved fully into her, almost picking her up off the floor, and filled her with his seed. A part of him wished he could get her pregnant, though he knew that was just his primal urge coming to the forefront of his thoughts.

  Dane stepped back and pulled her away from the glass. She was almost panting as she walked toward the bathroom on wobbly legs to get herself cleaned up. He could see the heavy streams of sticky residue on her thighs as she moved, a mixture of both of their fluids. He followed her, starting the shower, and climbing in with her. It was no surprise to find her on her knees halfway through the shower, lapping eagerly at his cock until he was nice and hard again.

  This time, there was no foreplay or sweetness. He let her suck his cock until he exploded into her hot mouth. His load still heavy as it dripped from her mouth even while she tried her best to swallow it all. Given his current mood, he’d like nothing more than just to stay in the penthouse and fuck her every which way to Sunday, but he knew they needed to get moving.

  He wondered, as they finished getting cleaned up and dressed, if he would ever tire of being inside her and decided that he couldn’t imagine ever being bored with a woman like her. He still hadn’t decided what it was about her that drove him so wild, but he knew it was special, and he knew that, desp
ite his best efforts to remain unattached, she was the one woman that could have him eating out of her hand with zero effort.

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  Adriana

  “What’s that?” Adriana asked.

  Dane turned and looked toward her, but she was looking at the ceiling, pointing toward a rectangular shape cut into the otherwise solid surface. They had already searched every crack and crevice of the small wooden building that served as his office and were now in the large concrete structure that held the offices of his foreman and assorted supply rooms. It was in one of the back rooms where chemicals were stored that she had noted the odd shape.

  “The real estate agent that showed me this place said it was a section the owners had replaced after a flooding issue.”

  “Or it’s a hiding place. Where better to hide something than twelve feet above shelving holding chemicals I’m guessing people don’t want to spend too much time with.”

  “Maybe. I’ll go find one of the ladders and we can see if we can get up there for a closer look.”

  “Don’t bother. I can get up there,” she told him. “Close the door.”

  Dane pushed the door closed but protested. “I don’t know if the shelves are stable. You might bring them down. Let me do it, or I’ll go get a ladder.”

  Adriana smiled at him and began undressing. He seemed to realize she intended to shift, but the expression on his face as she broke apart and reformed in front of him, her bones condensing until she was in much smaller form, was priceless. He looked both stunned and amused as he sat there looking at the spider monkey in front of him.

  “Okay, that’s fucking adorable,” he teased.

  Adriana chattered at him in monkey speak, and he laughed. She turned and scurried up the side of the rack toward the ceiling, standing on top of a large barrel to push at the spot in the ceiling. It didn’t budge. It felt like it was sealed in, so maybe it was just a repair. Looking around, she spotted a grate in the wall, hidden behind the barrel she was on. She moved down and pulled at it, losing her grip as it popped loose and clattered to the floor. She slipped inside for a look around.

  It was dim, but she had no way of lighting it up. Still, she could see well enough from the light spilling in around the barrel. She began picking up the books stacked together to one side and tossing them out to the floor below, watching as they landed on the concrete with a thud. When she’d sent them all down, she picked up a stack of bills and tossed them out too before scurrying back down the rack to retrieve the grate that had fallen and putting it back in place.

  Returning once more, she shifted back into human form and began dressing while Dane picked up the books and stack of cash she had tossed down toward him. He flipped through it and looked back at her with a hint of disbelief.

  “I can’t believe they would just leave all this behind,” he said.

  “They’re dead,” Adriana replied.

  “You think so?”

  “I know so. That’s not the only stack of cash. They’ve stuffed the walls full of it between the beams, I’m assuming down to whatever joists there may be.”

  “You knowing proper construction lingo is a bit of a turn on.”

  “I’ll tuck that away for later.”

  “Tuck away comments about me wanting to monkey around with you, too,” he quipped.

  “So awful,” she groaned at his bad joke.

  “I know. Anyway, why do you think they’re dead?”

  “Do you really believe they would leave all that cash behind in the walls if they were going to run off and never return? That’s all back there because they weren’t able to come back for it. I’d bet on it.”

  “Makes sense and explains why the Black Talons want this place so badly. They lost their laundering operation. Do you think this money is clean or dirty?”

  “I don’t know. Let’s go find out before your construction crews comes back and we have to explain what we’re doing in the chemical room.”

  “I don’t have to explain anything.”

  “I’m sure you don’t, but you know what I mean.”

  “I do. Come on.”

  On their way home, they stopped off at his corporate office and went by the accounting department, where he summoned his chief financial officer and handed him one of the hundreds from the stack.

  “Jonas, can you tell me if this bill is legit? A guy paid me in cash, and I wasn’t able to check it on the spot. I want to verify it before he gets too far away.”

  “Let me see,” Jonas replied, pulling a small pen from his pocket and making a stripe across it. He then held it up to the light and tilted it back and forth for a few moments before handing it back. “Looks good. You got more you want me to check?”

  “Nah. If that one is good, the other is good.”

  “Alright. Anything else?”

  “That’ll do it. Thanks.”

  Dane nodded toward her to follow him, and they made their way up to his penthouse, where he spread the books out on the kitchen table. They flipped through them, taking note of the intake and outtake. According to the books, they were laundering approximately two million per month. It was a lot of money to switch out for the size of their business.

  “I wonder how much of the money is in the wall and who it belongs to?”

  “No idea. It looks like they were making regular drops and they only had a few hundred thousand of the fake money when they went missing, but I’m thinking that money might have been elsewhere. There had been some vandalism while the bank still had possession of the place, so maybe they knew where to look and took that, but the stash in the wall was the construction company gain and stayed hidden.”

  “Yeah, I think you’re right. I don’t think they are after this place for money in the walls. I think they just want their laundering business back.”

  “Shit,” he said, shaking his head in realization.

  “What?”

  “They were close, maybe without knowing it. It’s the Black Talons who put that hole in the ceiling. There was a leak because they blew a hole in the roof to get in and look for the cash. They did the same thing to my workshop. I mean, not to look for money, but to look around.”

  “What were they looking for in your workshop?”

  “I’m not sure. I assumed that it was just to piss me off once I realized they had done it. When that didn’t work, they torched the whole thing. I think they may have been looking for something else, though. I just don’t know what.”

  “What do we do now?” she said, her lips pursed as she looked over the books strewn about the table.

  “I don’t know. I think I’ll pay a visit to the Black Talons, act like I’m interested in selling the construction company and see what I learn if anything.”

  “Sounds dangerous.”

  “No more dangerous than sitting around waiting to see what they do next.”

  “I suppose not. Listen, I need to get home. Early day tomorrow and all that.”

  “Of course. Let me put this stuff away and I’ll meet you down in the lobby.”

  Adriana nodded. He obviously had a safe and wasn’t ready to let her know where it was. Perhaps she should be offended by that, but it was understandable. Things had moved quickly between them, but they were still strangers of a sort. He walked her to the elevator, and she got on, smiling at him as the doors closed and it began its descent toward the ground floor.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  Dane

  “Berta, where is Adriana?” he asked as he stepped off the elevator and into the lobby less than five minutes later.

  “Adriana?” she repeated.

  “The woman I brought in with me earlier. Redhead?”

  “Oh, of course. She went to the powder room.”

  “Ah. Great.”

  Dane waited, pacing back and forth through the lobby for the better part of ten minutes, but she hadn’t turned back up. He walked back over to Berta’s desk.

  “Berta, can you do me a favor?”r />
  “Sure. What is it, Mr. Jensen?”

  “Would you step down to the ladies’ room and check on her? It seems to be taking her an awfully long time to get back. Perhaps she is sick,” he said, afraid she’d gotten exposed to the wrong chemicals while they were at the construction company and was now reacting to it.

  “Absolutely,” she replied, pushing a button on the phone to send calls to voice-mail while she was away.

  Dane’s heart pounded as she crossed the lobby, her heels clicking across the marble floor and echoing throughout the mostly empty chamber. She disappeared down the hallway and was gone for a few minutes before returning, shrugging as she approached him.

  “I don’t know where she went, Mr. Jensen. She’s not in there.”

  Dane turned and ran back to the elevator. He went straight to security.

  “Mr. Jensen. We weren’t expecting you,” the main guard told him.

  “I need to see the last twenty minutes of footage from the lobby and down the hallway toward the women’s room.”

  “Sure, um. Hold on. The guard started rewinding a segment from one of the cams until the time stamp was at the right mark and then pushed play.”

  Dane watched as Adriana emerged from the elevator and walked over to Berta to say something. He assumed she was asking where the restroom was from the way Berta smiled and pointed down the hallway on the opposite side of the lobby. Adriana nodded and turned back in that direction. The camera showed her walking across the lobby and entering the bathroom. There was nothing for a few minutes, and then a figure emerged, Adriana’s slumped figure over one shoulder.

  “Oh, Jesus. Who is that?” the guard gasped.

  “Someone who isn’t going to like what happens to them next,” Dane growled, watching as the figure, wearing dark clothes and a cap with a half-mask, turned and walked down the hallway toward the side entrance into the garage. “Pick up garage footage from there.”

  The guard switched to the garage feed at the set time and they watched the figure emerge into the parking garage, a dark SUV waiting for them. Dane recognized it immediately. They put Adriana inside and sped off, disappearing down the ramp and out the exit, where they turned to the left. No doubt, they were headed to the Black Talon reservation.