The Omegas (3 page)

He loved it.

Except something was missing. He sighed and shook his head. “You don’t have a television either. Guess I won’t be watching the football game tonight.” His frustration tied a knot in his gut. First, his lack of assessing the Omegas’ situation better, then Sugar’s tempting presence, and now he couldn’t take pleasure in his one hobby.

She giggled.

The quiet, melodious sound made him smirk and shake his head. He twisted to glare at her. Not for laughing but for being so damn adorable. They had the apartment to themselves, the cubs were out chasing raindrops, and he’d run out of things to distract him from his lustful thoughts. It looked like he would surrender to her charms sooner than later.

She’d clapped her hands over her rosebud mouth. The gesture made her tight pink blouse rise enough to reveal a peek of creamy, soft flesh. The buttons strained between her firm, full breasts. He wanted to rip the top open and let those buttons fly.

“I guess they didn’t succeed in getting the television,” she mumbled behind her hands before letting them fall to her sides, lowering her shirt. “There’s a sports bar down the street, you can catch the game there.”

“I don’t like sport bars.” He could imagine the trouble his presence would cause at such a place. Their business came from selling food and drink. What could he possibly purchase to watch the game? A waitress? Vampires were legal citizens, yet still not well liked.

Sugar shifted back a few steps, stifling another nervous laugh.

If he focused his hearing, he could hear her heart race. She smelled of lavender and cinnamon. A tinge of fear tainted her scent. He didn’t want her to be afraid. “Do I frighten you?”

“Frighten?” She stopped her backward motion. “No, not really, more like intimidate.” She gave him a shy smile, but the way her eyes traveled over his body spoke of unashamed interest.

His cock grew thick at her heated gaze. “Intimidate I can accept. That’s my job.” He grinned and advanced on his tempting prey. “You have nothing to fear though. I don’t bite, not unless you want me to.” The delightful way her eyes widened at his comment undid him.

* * * *

Sugar retreated further until she bumped against the cool metal of her fridge. She’d been disappointed to find only Daedalus at her door but didn’t regret his presence one bit now. His tight, black t-shirt outlined every hard, scrumptious detail of his chest. Lust awakened. An urge to splay her hands on his delicious body, kneading those hard muscles, gripped her.

With each sinuous step he closed in on her until she found herself cornered. His body inspired all kinds of naughty ideas. She’d love to pour massage oil on his smooth head and let it drip down his naked body, so she could rub it all over him.

“I’ve been thinking about you.” His husky voice brushed along her skin. Caged between his arms against the fridge, she felt trapped. Her heart raced with expectation, and she tried to moisten her suddenly dry lips by pressing them together.

He leaned in until his face almost touched hers. Yearning replaced his mischievous grin. His eyes feasted on her as they traced along her face to focus on her mouth.

“You have?” She wanted to drown in his half-lidded gaze.

“Haven’t you thought of me, Sugar?”

The way he spoke her name, like it tasted good, sent a thrill down her spine. Every single night he invaded her thoughts, starring in all her fantasies, but she couldn’t admit that to him. Even though he’d openly admired her, the desire he now displayed amazed her. She was a librarian, not some porn star, though his actions made her feel like one. “You’ve been on my mind once or twice.”

Almost touching her, he denied her a kiss. Their lips were close enough for her to sense their movement when he spoke. “What will I do to entertain myself while your friends are gone?”

The wait for his embrace made her burn with feral passion. It grew too much. She laid a gentle kiss on his mouth in sweet surrender. A bare touch.

“I could think of a few things.” Who was this bold woman using her voice?
Her curiosity for him made her brave enough to lose all her discretion.

His eyes widened, amusement crinkling their edges. His tongue traced his lips where she kissed him, like he could taste her.

Mesmerized, she watched, tingles rippling along her own mouth as if he licked her lips instead. Anticipation fluttered in her stomach.

“So can I.” Avid desire still shone in his eyes when he glanced down at her. His responding kiss crushed her to the fridge as he cupped her ass to lift her from the floor.

Her arms entwined around his strong neck, and her legs circled his narrow hips. All the strength of his body wrapped in her limbs made her wetter. Such savage hunger for a man was a new experience. She wanted him to ride her hard and make her scream for mercy.

Daedalus pressed against her. Even with their jeans between them, she could feel his length, hard and firm, bulging against his zipper.

His kiss became an easy, practiced slide of his mouth against hers, gently demanding. She expected skill but not the ravenous appetite he displayed. His tongue toyed with her bottom lip, then entered her mouth in a slow, sinuous stroke. He tasted of something faintly metallic, like blood.

Her stomach knotted at the slight taint, but it dissolved when his hand cupped her breast, found her hard, throbbing nipple and rolled it between his fingers. She wriggled beneath his touch, grinding herself against his hard cock.

He moaned and pulled away. “Damn, you’re driving me crazy.”

She reached up for another taste, craving him.

A sinful smile tugged his mouth. He undid the buttons of her blouse one at a time until he exposed her thin, white lace bra.

She bit at her bottom lip as she watched. Her head spun with need. She wanted Daedalus badly. There had been enough fantasizing about him, now it would come true. Finally.

He slipped the bra strap from her shoulder to allow one of her nipples to escape its confines, and boosted her to give his mouth access to it. The pleasure he produced, as he sucked, shot straight to her clit.

She wriggled and couldn’t control the small noises of pleasure she made. The heat of his mouth and the touch of his tongue drove her wild. “Ah... Yes.” She raged with fever, and he was the cure.

Daedalus rained kisses along her exposed neck while lowering her to rest against his hips again. She couldn’t stop her gasp when he nipped and tasted her flesh. Those sharp fangs teased but never broke skin. She felt his lips smile at her reaction. He pinched the hard nipple under his hand and ground the growing bulge in his jeans against her groin.

Short of breath, she clung to him. “Stop teasing me.” Her pussy steadily grew creamier with each grinding thrust.

His laughter rumbled deep within his chest. Demanding her mouth, he pressed his tongue inside, probing and greedy, leaving nothing unexplored. He released her breast to undo her jeans and yank them low enough to give him access. His other hand supported her weight against the fridge while he slid his fingers in her panties. They brushed between her outer labia. An enticing stroke along sensitive flesh.

She gripped his t-shirt when he plunged inside her. Pinned between his hard body and the fridge, with his fingers deep inside, she didn’t have much room to move.

He pressed his thumb to her clit, making circular motions, steadily pumping his fingers inside of her. His tongue traced along her ear. “You’re very wet.”

Grasping his shoulders, she groaned and tried to rock her hips to his rhythm. She’d forgotten how good a man’s touch could be. Pleasure throbbed and built. “Please, Daedalus...please.” The pressure released in an explosion of sinful delight, sending cascades of ecstasy through to her core.

She writhed under his hand and bucked against the fridge, trapped while this passion rode her, sending thrills of bliss down her limbs. Her legs clenched him closer, her sex grinding on his fingers. The pleasure seemed to know no end.

A sigh escaped her as the passion released her from its grip. She rested her head back against the cool fridge. Sweat trickled down her neck and between her breasts. Her blouse stuck to her skin and her curls to her face. Satiated, she closed her eyes to rest. Daedalus had other ideas.

Still thunder-struck, she didn’t understand when Daedalus whirled her to stand in front of the kitchen island, until he yanked her jeans and panties to her ankles.

He didn’t pull off his own jeans but tugged them down enough to expose his long, thick cock. “It’s my turn.” His voice, rough with heat, brushed her ear as he spun her to face the island.

His cock slid against her ass. The angle was all wrong, so he lifted her to lay face down across the counter, then grasped her hips.

He ran his hard length along her ripe opening. It nudged her, proceeding achingly slow as he stroked himself into her. The agonizing stretch of her sex caused some discomfort, almost to the point of pain. He continued his gentle entry until he was sheathed deep inside of her.

He stayed there, running his hands over her ass while spasms of tenderness and excitement surged through her, squeezing around him.

“Sugar... You’re so tight.” Hands trembling, he pumped slow deliberate strokes, each one accompanied by a small groan.

She struggled for breath, panting as his rhythm grew rougher.

He pounded, pressed, and plunged deep inside of her. Hot and hard, faster and faster, stoking the fire growing in her core.

The pleasure made her back arch, tightening her muscles around him, feeling every thick inch. His noises grew louder and wilder as he thrust himself in. And in. And in.

The orgasm coursed through her, suddenly loosed by his merciless onslaught. She bucked once more to the ecstasy while he held on and rode her. Mindless in its power, she cried out, unable to stop.

He joined her in duet and cried out, rejoicing in his conquest when he spilled himself into her yielding sex.

* * * *

They tumbled to the floor in a tangle of limbs. Daedalus rolled onto his back, off Sugar, still panting from the astounding sex. He scooped her up to cuddle against his chest. She fit perfectly in his arms, as if she’d always belonged there.

The smell of lavender drifted from her silken, wavy blond hair as she murmured quiet, satisfied noises.

He grinned and couldn’t help feeling smug. That response rocked him, he’d expected something meeker from her. The passion she unleashed on him! He loved being surprised. After such a long existence, not many things astonished him anymore. More than a sweet temptation, this small, gentle neighbor symbolized a tornado of spun sugar. Now that he’d tasted it, he hungered for more. He was addicted.

To think he’d only been looking for a television tonight. He heaved up onto an elbow. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”

Looking up at him, her eyes widened. “More?”

He kissed the tip of her nose. “Of course.” He pulled up his pants, then helped her stand. Her knees buckled when she got to her feet. His smug grin returned as he carried her to the bedroom.

The thumps of feet entering the building caught his attention. He sighed in disappointment. The Omegas were back. He’d hoped to get through one more round before they returned. No football and now no more sex.

Their progress should have pleased him. They’d cut their running time significantly. The rain helped, as he’d guessed.

He laid Sugar down on the blankets, taking in her honest, open face. She wanted him, he could smell it. Too bad their time for tonight was up.

He pushed a lock of hair from her face. “Your friends are back. They’ll be hungry. Do you still want them to come over?”

Eyes wide she looked down at her half-naked body, panic clearly on her face.

He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. “They’ll be soaked from the storm and will have to dry off first. When they’re done, I’ll send them over.” He chuckled. “You have time to clean up, and they can have the rest of the night off.”

“What about you? I want you to stay.”

Those five words made him happier than they should have. He would have loved to jump in her warm bed and make love all night, but he’d put something off for far too long. She cared for the Omegas. If they were to survive he needed to get this done.

“Another night. I have to go meet someone.” He kissed her, savoring her warmth, then left before the Omegas made their way up the three flights of stairs.

While they ate, he planned on checking out the alpha of the Ayumu pack. Damn, he hated rain.

Sugar struggled through the door with a bag of groceries, surprised to find the Omegas in her living room, flipping through her books. A flood of joy poured over her and proved how much she missed them. Without the Omegas, she felt alone.

She took a breath to settle her startled nerves and closed the door. Once in the apartment, she noted there were only three of them: Tyler, Katrina and Robert. She stomped on the small spike of disappointment when she didn’t spot her vampire stud among them. They hadn’t hired him to entertain her, after all.

Boxes of Chinese take-out sat on the kitchen island. Every time she looked at the island a thrill ran through her. No one had ever taken her with such raw desire. Daedalus was a skilled and scrumptious beast.

The time she’d spent with him had made her feel so alive and sexy. A small part of her wished it hadn’t happened, because now she thought of nothing else. Men like him didn’t want relationships, and she could accept that, but a break-the-box-springs, bring-the-ceiling-down affair would be a splendid change in her life.

A week had passed—who was she kidding, ten days and thirteen hours—since their fun in the kitchen. His strong body and careful restraint made her feel secure. He could have easily broken her, instead he’d ignited her. Her poor, abused fridge sat tilted to the left, it would never be the same. Since their glorious evening, time sped and left them only passing kisses to tease her awakened libido. Her frustration mounted.

“No training tonight?” Her voice sounded too high.

Tyler grinned ear to ear and spun his chopsticks to point at their group. “No training for us anymore.”