by Kian Rhodes
“Can we eat now?” I huffed, planting my feet and dropping my hands on my hips, not even trying to hide the erection trying to drill its way out of my underwear.
Sylas was sitting on the couch and glanced up from his phone, growling deep in his throat when he saw me. “I told you to get dressed.”
I shivered at the deep gravelly tone but held my ground. “I’m not naked.”
Sylas stood and stalked over to me, squeezing my straining dick with one hand and bringing the other down on the back of my thigh with a resounding slap, making me yelp. “Unless you want me to redden this ass before you have to sit down on it to eat, you will get properly dressed.” He raised a brow, his hand rubbing the spot he’d slapped. “Of course, if you earn a spanking, you’ll be going the wrong direction to get what you want later.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. He wouldn’t really refuse to make good on his promise about making me cum on his tongue, would he? From the frown on his face, I was afraid he might.
Ug.
“Fine,” I huffed, turning and stomping back toward the bedroom.
“And Paul?” I stopped but didn’t turn around. “Dress up, please. No ratty sweats or holey jeans.”
Double ugh.
“Fine,” I repeated, slamming the bedroom door behind me in a fit of temper.
It didn’t take long before regret started to fill me. Sylas had been nothing but kind, compassionate, and patient from the moment that we’d met and how did I repay him? By throwing a hissy fit because he wasn’t willing to drop everything to offer stud services for the fifth time that day. Because he wanted to finish giving me a birthday to remember before indulging my sexual impulses.
No wonder nobody at the ODI campus had been willing to bother with me. I really was an overly dramatic prick, just like they’d said.
Determined to make amends -or at least try- I tossed a pair of charcoal slacks and a neatly pressed white dress shirt on the bed before ducking into the bathroom to brush my teeth. I even spent a few minutes adding a touch of bronzer to my face and lining my eyes to make them pop. Once I was dressed, I made my way back to the living room where Sylas had already put away the ladder and was mumbling to himself over a text on his phone.
“Excuse me.” My voice was a little on the faint side, but at least it didn’t tremble.
“Hey.” Sylas greeted me with a smile that was every bit as warm and welcoming as it usually was. “You look great!”
If anything, his easy acceptance of me made the knife of guilt in my belly twist harder. “I’m sorry I was an as..a jerk,” I said quickly, hoping to keep the tears from starting. Stupid pregnancy hormones.
Sylas’s eyes widened in surprise. “What? You weren’t a jerk, Tiger.” He reached out a hand to pull me to him.
“I was,” I disagreed sadly. “I was rude and snotty and slammed the door.”
“Oh, that,” Sylas chuckled and rubbed his nose behind my ear. “No worries, Paul. You’re allowed to have feelings and opinions and everything else,” he assured me gently. “Just because we disagree on something doesn’t mean you have to apologize.” He snorted. “It doesn’t even mean that you’re wrong.”
I felt my eyebrows knit together in confusion. “But..”
“No buts,” Sylas interrupted with a well-practiced leer, “unless they’re the kind that get birthday spankings, hm?”
Heat rushed through me and I promptly forgot what we were talking about. “Spankings?” I parroted, making him laugh again.
“Soon,” he promised, pressing a kiss to my cheek.
“But..” I tried again, this time I was interrupted by the doorbell. “Are you expecting another delivery?”
“Could be the wrong house,” Sylas shrugged, obviously trying to hold back a smile. “Why don’t you see who it is?”
The wrong house, sure. I rolled my eyes and walked over to open the door. Even with all of the other surprises that day, you could have knocked me over with a feather when the door swung open to reveal a very pregnant Bari standing with an unfamiliar man in front of a group of people from Omega Destiny, International, all of them holding neatly wrapped gifts or colorful bags and grinning from ear to ear.
“Surprise!”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Sylas
As the night wore on, the look of complete astonishment when Paul opened the door and found out that the delivery was actually a surprise party had me grinning every time I thought about it. Besides a very round Bari, Chuck was there, and Paul’s old caseworker, an Omega named Jeremy came with his husband and little girl. One of the other Omegas had even come, a slightly odd young man named Cielo accompanied by an almost overbearingly protective Alpha named Mitch. All in all, it was a good turnout and everyone seemed to enjoy themselves, the birthday boy included.
Paul still seemed dazed when our guests departed en masse, all but Cielo and Mitch having made the drive together in the ODI bus.
“You okay?” I asked as he stood with his back to the front door, staring blankly at the living room.
“Yeah, I think so,” he said after a moment. “It’s just..” Paul trailed off and tried again. “I, um, wouldn’t have thought anybody at ODI like me enough to go out of their way for my birthday.” He gave a self-deprecating laugh. “I’d ask if you bribed them, but I’m not sure I want to know the answer.”
I had to force back a flash of irritation at the implication that there was something wrong with my Omega. “Of course not,” I said a little more sharply than I’d intended to. Softening my voice, I tried again. “Sweetheart, I would never do that to you. I just called and told Chuck about the party and asked him to let Bari know.” I smirked. “He and Chuck were the only ones I invited. The rest invited themselves, so you can’t be that bad,” I teased.
“Really?” Rather than seeming amused, Paul sounded shocked. “Jeremy wanted to come? And Cielo? Really?”
I nodded and he shook his head in disbelief. “I seriously can’t wrap my brain around that.”
“Oh, Tiger,” I sighed, stepping into his personal space and lightly pressing my body to his. “One of these days I am going to get you to see yourself the way I see you, as the amazing man you are.”
When his lips parted a breath from mine, I knew Paul was getting ready to argue so I took matters into my own, er, mouth and pressed our lips together, taking full advantage of the opportunity to slide my tongue into the warm, wet depths to tease his.
“Your mouth is so sweet,” I murmured against Paul’s lips as the blended taste of the birthday cake frosting and the half-glass of champagne he’d indulged in teased my taste buds. Even I could hear the wicked undertone in my voice when I nibbled my way up his neck to whisper in his ear. “I wonder where else you taste good.”
The shudder that ran through Paul’s body emboldened me -not that I’d ever really been called shy- and I pressed him harder against the door, my lips returning to his just in time to swallow his gasping moan.
“You didn’t forget what I promised you all those hours ago, did you, Tiger?” I scraped the tips of my fangs lightly down his neck.
“I..no,” Paul whimpered, another shudder racking his body as his head lolled back, thudding when it connected with the door. “Please?”
“Please what?” I breathed in his ear. “Please strip you naked and spank that perfect ass? Hm? And when it’s all nice and rosy, should I hogtie you on my bed and tongue fuck your tight little hole until you beg for me to let you cum?”
The strangled noise that escaped from Paul’s throat was indiscernible as language, but from the way his dick was drilling into my thigh I was pretty sure that we were on the same page, so I felt comfortable carefully hoisting my husband over my shoulder and carrying him into the bedroom to make good on all of my dirty promises. If Paul had really thought I was trying to get out of them earlier that day, I was more than certain that as soon as he realized just how much thought I’d given to what was coming, he’d never doubt how much I wanted him again.
I laid Paul on the bed and his eyes widened comically as he took in the, ahem, accessories I’d snuck away from the party to lay out in anticipation of this moment. It was probably a good thing that no one had confused the door to the bathroom and wandered in by mistake, I thought to myself with a muffled snicker.
Paul’s glittering green eyes were dilated, his chest rising and falling rapidly, and the racing of his heart was music to my ears as he took in the hot-pink rope lying in a silken puddle next to the padded leather paddle.
“If you want me to stop say owl,” I instructed, unlacing his shoes and dropping them unceremoniously to the floor. I reached for the button on his pants. “Understand?”
Paul nodded vigorously, whimpering when I narrowed my eyes. “Yes, Alpha.”
“Good boy.” My little praise slut sucked in another gasping breath at my words, his oh-so-obvious arousal leveling up a notch as I eased his pants off and reached for his shirt. “Now, we’re gonna have a little fun.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Paul
“If you want me to stop say owl, understand?”
Technically, I understood what the hot Alpha stripping my clothes off said, but since my brain had dissolved into a pile of mush as he’d manhandled me into the bedroom, I couldn’t honestly claim to have actually comprehended the words. Still, when Sylas narrowed his eyes at me, I was able to pull myself together enough to be able to force out a response as my head bobbed. “Yes, Alpha.”
And when he purred Good boy in that deep, honey-whiskey blend voice that shot straight to my already tight balls? I was pretty proud of the fact that I hadn’t jizzed into his face as he tugged my pants off. The self-satisfied smirk on Sylas’s face announced that he was not only aware of my reaction, but that he was pleased with it. And the devilish glint in those shimmery silver eyes as straps of cool leather stretched around my sack made it abundantly clear that no matter how ready I was to have my Alpha’s hard cock deep inside me, Sylas was just getting started.
I was so screwed.
Just like with everything else, Sylas started by seeing to my comfort. Even though my belly was still much too small to get in the way of anything, Sylas pushed, prodded, and pulled at my limbs until I was on my hands and knees on the bed. Then, he’d proceeded to wedge firm stacks of pillows under my chest and at the top of my thighs to support my weight should my arms and legs collapse – something that may have happened once or a dozen times when I was lost in the moment.
“Sylas,” there was no artifice in my breathlessness as his large, capable hands continued to stroke my overheated skin. “I want you.”
Sylas gave another one of those rumbly satisfied noises that made my dick jump, smearing precum against my belly. “Don’t you worry Tiger. You’re going to take every inch of me.”
I shuddered and whimpered under my breath, my entire body jerking as Sylas’s hot, wet tongue slid through my crease, his dirty words painting a much more erotic image than the one I’d been stuck on. “Oh, god!”
Sylas pulled away, tsking as he reached for the silken rope that was coiled next to me. “If you can’t hold still, I guess I’ll have to tie you up.”
So slowly that it should have been illegal, my Alpha looped the soft rope around one wrist at a time, tightening it carefully, checking to be sure the knot was secure before moving on to the next and then to my ankles, anchoring each limb to the legs of the bed until he had me trussed up, my legs spread just enough to put me on full display for him.
My blood was pounding so hard that I was half afraid I was having a stroke, my balls throbbing as they were held in check by the leather spreader Sylas had lovingly fitted them with.
“Don’t you look pretty,” Sylas muttered, climbing off the bed and walking around it, inspecting me like I was nothing more than an animal he was bidding on at auction. He raised my chin, stroking my lips with his thumb before fisting my hair and pulling my head back, claiming my lips in a biting kiss before releasing my hair suddenly. “Prime breeding stock,” he murmured, running one hand down my flank and shoving two fingers through my fluttering pucker, a satisfied moan rewarding me when he found my hole already slick and ready for him. “Mm. That’s a good little breeder, aren’t you? That tight little hole is just begging to suck my cock dry.”
The desperate keening noise that echoed through the room would have been embarrassing if I hadn’t been floating, only tethered to the bed by the silken ropes wrapped around my ankles and wrists.
The sound of Sylas’s zipper was unnaturally loud, coming mere seconds before the silk covered steel of his cock drove into me, splitting my body in the most amazing way, the delicious tension tightening inside me as I begged and pleaded to be allowed to cum. I thought he was about to give in when I felt his fingers dragging along the strappy ball spreader, but instead of releasing the snaps, Sylas pulled clear of my body, making me shout in protest as my entire body screamed for him to come back.
“Sylas! Please!” I was sobbing, completely overwhelmed by the litany of new and unfamiliar pleasures he was heaping on me, by the sensations thrumming through my nerve endings.
“What’s the matter, Tiger?” the bastard’s voice was smug as he bent to nibble on the back of my thigh, his tongue tickling me as it lapped up the slick his cock had dragged from my body when he pulled out.
“I..” I choked on the words I couldn’t find. “You..”
“Oh, right,” Sylas said, snapping his fingers as if he’d suddenly remembered something. “You still need your birthday spanking. We can’t forget that!”
I opened my mouth to try again. Begging, pleading, negotiating. Hell, I was even willing to try threatening the man if that was what it took to get him back inside me, but before I found any words, my aching hole was filled with a sudden stretch that stole my breath.
“There we go,” Sylas said, his voice dripping with satisfaction as he fingered the base of the plug he’d shoved into my hungry hole. “That should keep you nice and ready for me.” His palm came down on my ass without warning, jostling the plug so that it grazed my prostate, making me gasp.
“Twenty-one, right, Paul? Oh, and one to grow on,” the sadist chuckled, swatting my ass again. “Don’t forget to count, Tiger. I’d hate to have to start all over again.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Sylas
Watching Paul come apart over and over as I teased and played with him was amazing. Although, by the time I’d finished with him, finally fucking him through the mattress as I found my own release and then sat back to watch as it seeped out where his puffy, abused asshole was still stretched wide around my throbbing cock, it was possible Paul was regretting having filled me in on at least some of the fantasies that lived in his spank bank. Or, considering the blissed-out expression on his face as he laid floating, maybe he was pretty happy with the outcome. Honestly, he wasn’t in any shape to offer me a qualified opinion.
The bed was a mess of filthy, cum-soaked bedding twisted and bunched beneath us, but when I suggested that we clean up before dozing off, my sweet Omega barely managed to crack one eye open, allowing it to drift down nearly immediately without any response.
Chuckling to myself, I grabbed a wet cloth to clean him up and then leaned back on those same wartime nursing skills to change the bedding around my lover, rolling him back and forth as needed until he was tucked into clean sheets and covered with a light blanket that had thankfully been shoved to the floor early on.
Crawling into the bed, my heart sang when Paul immediately snuggled into me, even in sleep his body craving contact with my own. Once I was sure he was comfortable, I closed my eyes and was quickly pulled into the darkness.
~*~
As an investment advisor, I’m self-employed and, naturally, hadn’t scheduled any client appointments for the morning after Paul’s birthday. Still, when Drey’s receptionist had texted me during the party, I’d promptly agreed to meet him the next day.
Paul was still out cold
when I silenced my alarm the next morning. Not only was he still asleep, I wasn’t entirely sure he’d even shifted his position after I’d pulled him against me the night before. Untangling our limbs as carefully as possible so I didn’t wake him, I put a pot of coffee on to brew before yawning my way through a quick shower. Scribbling a quick note and propping it up on the coffee pot, I grabbed my truck keys, filled a travel mug with fresh coffee, and headed out into the peaceful quiet morning.
With the address that Drey had sent me plugged into the navigation system on my cell phone, I tooled on down the road, clearing the usual morning business traffic as I reached the edge of the city. It wasn’t until my phone dinged and announced signal lost that I realized exactly how far out of the way I’d gone.
A tiny thread of concern began in my chest and wound itself around my heart, squeezing as I slowed the truck and examined my surroundings.
I was in what I’d normally consider an industrial area, but between the rampant weeds on the shoulders of the road and the boarded up warehouses with overgrown parking lots, it seemed to have been abandoned for a good long time.
The concern knotted itself into dread as I reset my phone, hoping for a nearby tower to connect to.
Nothing.
Spinning the truck around in the center of the road, I stomped on the gas pedal, the tires screeching as the truck jumped forward, leaving who knows how much rubber on the road. As soon as my phone chimed to tell me it had located a signal, I was swiping the screen but before I could dial, a second notification sounded, alerting me to a new voicemail.
