Page 4 of An Alpha’s Guide to Finding the One

My breath stalls, a sudden bout of nerves striking me. I’ve never had someone go down on me before. Sure, I’ve had sex, but it was always a quick fuck in a bathroom stall or an assisted heat spike between suppressant packs where I was nothing more than a glorified sex toy for some horny alpha that had been “vetted” by the clinic staff.

“O-okay,” I stammer, momentarily breaking my cool facade. If he notices at all, he’s polite enough to ignore the lapse. Instead, he tears the panties down so fast I swear I hear them tear, but before I can be adequately upset about losing one of my favorite pairs of panties, his tongue swipes straight through my soaked core, making me moan loudly.

He doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t wait for me to direct him, this man, who looks like he would only ever think about his own pleasure, devours me. His tongue is all over the place, lapping up the slick from my thighs and pussy before nipping at my clit. It takes no time at all for my thighs to start shaking around his head, and as soon as he slips a finger inside me, I’m done. My orgasm crests over me in a wave, leaving me weak-kneed and breathless.

But he doesn’t stop there. No, no. This alpha gives me no time to recover before diving back in for more. The stimulation is too much for my overly sensitive clit, so as soon as he guides me back to sit on the edge of his bed, I flip the script.

Literally.

I use surprise to my advantage and flip us so he’s on his back, staring up at me like he might be dreaming. I’ve somehow landed so one leg straddles either side of one of his muscular thighs, and I immediately moan when my clit brushes the dusting of hair over the thick muscles there.

The urge to find out what this alpha tastes like hits me hard and before I realize my body is moving, my mouth is brushing his. He groans, licking into my mouth like he’s desperate to taste as much of me as he can. Sweet mint explodes across my tongue, making me mewl pathetically. My omega really likes this alpha’s scent and it’s making me act irrationally. This was supposed to be just a quick fuck, but here I am letting him kiss me like we’re long lost lovers.

He breaks away with a gasp, and I feel his cock twitching against my stomach. “If you don’t stop grinding that sweet little body against me, I’m going to come and end this night before we get to the really good part.”

The gravelly words bring me back from the cliff that is my omega impulses and I readjust myself, straddling his waist instead so his cock sits flush with my soaked slit. “You’ll be lucky if I let you come at all, ball boy. Maybe I’ll use your pretty dick to get myself off and leave you high and dry.”

He chuckles low. “Oh, kitten. Bold of you to assume I’ll last long enough for you to get off again.”

I raise a disbelieving brow and he shrugs, biting down on his kiss-swollen bottom lip in a way that makes my stomach flip. “Apparently I have a thing for hot, mean blondes.”

It takes considerable effort to force away the shiver that his words cause, but I refuse to allow him the upper hand here. I pat his cheek, my expression dripping with as much condescension as I can muster. “Oh, come on. You can be a good boy for me and wait to come until I say, can’t you?”

His pupils, which had returned to normal with our banter, blow wide again at my words. The black nearly overtakes the green and brown of his irises as he nods frantically. “I can. I can be so good for you, kitten.”

That should not be so fucking hot.

Something about the way he says that trips the impulses in my brain and sends me into full blown needy omega mode, which is the only excuse for what I do next. I grind down on his erection, whining when my clit rocks over the tip. The alpha chokes beneath me, and stops breathing altogether when I align him with my center and drop down, crying out at the stretch. I’ve never been with an alpha before and I’m terrified of being knotted, which is part of the reason I made sure I was on top.

His brain must come back on line finally, because he takes over, thrusting hard enough to bottom out every single time. We’re being so loud I can only pray his housemates are gone or they’re going to get one hell of a concert.

My hips slam down to meet his, and on one of the thrusts my hips tilt back a fraction of an inch, but it’s enough that the tip of his cock hits my g-spot with each thrust and has me clenching around him. He growls, hands gripping my hips so tightly I know there will be bruises tomorrow. “Kitten…” the word is clawed out of his throat behind gritted teeth.

“I’m going to come,” I moan. “Come with me. Come for me.”

That’s all it takes. With a primal roar that damn near shakes the room around us, the alpha comes inside of me, barely stopping himself before his knot breaches my entrance. It’s the consideration that finally takes me over the edge, and before I know it I’m falling into my third orgasm of the night.

Strong arms wrap around my back and flip us so we’re lying face-to-face, but he keeps his eyes closed, a dopey smile on those plush lips that almost makes me want to kiss him again.

But I can’t. Because I know that no matter how much I enjoyed my time with this alpha, this is all it can ever be.

So when he falls asleep a short time later, I admire him and inhale his scent for a few more seconds before silently redressing and slipping out of the house into the cold early-morning air, all the while wondering why I feel a deep sense of loss over never seeing this man again.

Three months later…

“I swear to god, Pose. If I have to smell one more case of B.O…” I trail off, fighting desperately to hold back a gag as I think about the particularly rancid scent of the alpha standing in line in front of me at the campus coffee shop this morning.

Posey looks up from arranging her desk with a concerned frown. “Lainey, you haven’t been feeling well for weeks now. Do you think maybe it’s time to see a doctor?”

My head shakes, the thought sending anxiety skittering down my spine. When my mom closed our store last fall, just a couple of short weeks after informing me of the sale, I lost my health insurance. And in her words, “I’m legally an adult now, so I should figure it out myself.”

Meaning I still don’t have health insurance. There aren’t a ton of options for unbonded omegas out there, unless I want to live at an Omega Care Center and be subjected to weekly mixers where hundreds of plucky hopeful omegas wait with bated breath to find their perfect pack.

Gag me with a spoon.

“I’m fine, Posey. It’s just stress. Between the store closing, moving into the dorm, my god-awful roommate… it’s just been a lot and my omega isn’t handling it well.”

Her expression drops into a sympathetic grimace. “I’m sorry. Are you sure you don’t want to move into my old apartment? It’s empty now and I think⁠—”