“Yeah, and you’ll keep your fucking fangs to yourself. She’ll hug you like a vice, squeeze you so damn good, but she’ll never be yours
. Never.” This was it—the line in the sand. Some alphas walked back out the door at this. “Kit needs a knot and I can’t give her one, so I give her yours, if you agree. Knot her hard and deep, come inside her, mark her in every other way, but that final step. It’s a win-win situation. You’ll float out of here satisfied in a way you’ve never been before and with no pesky omega in tow, and we’ll…”
He stroked his hand down my throat, and for a moment, my eyes fell shut, the smell of the alpha and Tristan fusing into something so much more.
“And we’ll be satisfied.”
“Yes, that…” I whispered.
“So what do you think… What the fuck was your name, anyway?”
A harsh snort at that, and when I opened my eyes again, I watched the alpha shake his head, a harsh smile twisting his lips.
“Len,” he replied. “My name is Len.”
So Len, he looked us over with the kind of gaze that only alphas seemed to manage, a world of meaning packed away in such a simple gesture, but his focus, it didn’t settle on the way Tris’ fingers teased the aching points of my nipples, nor the flush of my slick cunt. He took in my expression, seeming to suck in my little gasps, then moved onto and over my shoulder.
“And what about you, omega?”
Not me, Tristan. I could tell, and so could he.
“Who looks after you?”
“She’s all I need, all I’ll ever need.” He’d said the words so often, I knew them by heart, but familiarity made it easier to pick up the thread of yearning in it—a yearning that wasn’t directed at me.
Len responded like every alpha did, shaking his head slowly, that cocky smile broadening as he undid the top few buttons of his shirt, exposing acres of hard, brown muscle.
“Yeah? Well, if that’s the way you want to play this, I’m in. You…” My spine tightened as the alpha’s focus narrowed down to just me. “Your girl, she’s pure fucking fire. You’d find a lot of alphas would do a whole bloody lot to get a taste of her, and to knot her?” He took a step forward, undoing more buttons, then jerking his shirt up and out of his jeans, tossing it on the floor. He caressed me with his eyes, over and over. “Fuck…I dunno what I’d give to be allowed to do that.”
His hand dropped down, just two fingertips grazing my ankle, before pulling away at the sound of Tris’ growl.
“You gonna let me force my knot into you, love?” Len’s voice dropped a few octaves, even deeper, more resonant now. “You gonna cling to me with those pretty little fingers, bite me with your little fangs, pant as we feel your cunt gripping me tight right up until—”
My whine interrupted his description, high and pure, rising, rising as I began to shift in Tristan’s grip.
“Yes, she wants that,” Tristan replied. “Yes.”
“I need to hear it from her, omega.”
Those blue eyes were like spikes, catching me on his gaze and not allowing me to look away.
“I gotta know what you need, omega.”
“You, alpha…” I cried, and Tristan’s arms wrapped around me tighter, because here we were again.
Most relationships had a dark secret at their core—an inconvenient truth that was ignored so the relationship could continue. My father’s need for complete control, my mother’s inability to live up to it. In other couples, it might be risky financial decisions or infidelity or just plain shitty behaviour, but for us, it was something we never got the chance to ignore.
I’d loved Tristan with my whole heart since I was a child. He was always the prince in my dreams, the other half of my soul, and it hurt the day they hauled him off to the academy and every day afterwards, in a way I spent my every moment trying to assuage. But here, now, when we were finally together, as naked and intimate as two people could be, our designations and our natures rose, not giving two shits for what Tristan and Kit felt. Omegas need alphas—a reality my father would use to marry me off to someone convenient and Tris off to Theo, a wedge that could be used to split us in two, separating us forever.
“Good enough for me,” Len said, hands going to his jeans as he kicked off his boots. “You got your situation detailed in one of Marcus’ contracts? All the permissions spelled out?”
“Exactly as I told you,” Tris replied. “Signed and sealed.”
Len nodded, emerging out of his clothes like an alpha god, and I knew then that if this worked out, we needed to take down his details, see if he was open to future engagements, because damn… He was so much bigger everywhere than any other alpha I’d seen before, his brown hair just a fraction too long and falling in his eyes, the only softness in a hard, hard body. His muscles flexed as he palmed his cock, moving his hand slowly enough that we watched him stroke every damn inch.
“Well, all right then.” His eyes flicked up to meet Tristan’s. “Tell me how you want this to go, but I’ll tell you one thing—your ‘instructions’ better involve licking your mate’s sweet little pussy. Her slick?” His free hand rubbed his chin, as if he could feel my residue there already. “I need to taste it.”
“You’d want to. I need her to experience every fucking pleasure. Eat her like you’re a man starving. Eat her like hers is the last pussy you’ll taste.”