Page 27 of Alpha’s Conquest

Marshall returned before I could say anything, and I quickly hid the paper in my pocket. Adam took a careful step back from me, giving his son a disarming smile.

“Sorry about that. We’ve got dinner if you’re hungry, Dad. I’ll set up the couch bed for you.”

“No need. I found a hotel room.” He locked eyes with me before smiling at Marshall. The paper sleeve. It was a hotel key card. He was inviting me to join him.

“You sure? It’s no trouble.”

“I’m sure. You two need your privacy, and I respect that. The trip wore me out, I think, so I’m heading back to my hotel. I’ll see you in the morning, son.” His wording was so specific. He’d see Marshall tomorrow, but not me. He expected to see me much sooner than that.

With one last look in my direction, he left the apartment. His pheromones lingered in the air. So nice. The warm, earthy scent relaxed me from head to toe, and I smiled for the first time that day.

“I rush home, and he just leaves.” Marshall chuckled, despite the slight frown on his face. “Typical Dad. Wash up. I’ll unpack dinner.”

Once I was alone in the bathroom, I stared down at the key card in my hand. He’d written out the hotel address and his room number for me. Room 607 at the Plaza on eighth street. Adam was so certain I would go. He came all the way here just to see me again.

I shouldn’t. I should throw it away and eat dinner with Marshall, then have lots and lots of sex with him, just like I planned. I should…

But I didn’t.

SIXTEEN

Adam

Adam

Being away from Casey was agony. I thought I knew what a long time felt like, but it was nothing like this. Every minute, every second, I craved him. I wanted him. I needed him. It didn’t matter what I did, nothing made this feeling go away. Not eating, not jerking off, not sleeping. He invaded my dreams every night, and his name was on the tip of my tongue when I woke up.

That night in the sunroom… I took him with a passion I had never known before. No matter how many times I fucked him, it could not slake my lust. Maybe it was from going so long without sex, or maybe it was just him. Fucking Casey was like nothing else. My need for him grew with each shudder of his body. Every time he tightened around my cock, hunger raged inside me like an inferno.

One time was supposed to release me from this torment, but it only made my need that much stronger. Once would never be enough. I was lying to myself if I’d ever thought anything differently. And now I was willingly throwing myself into danger just for another taste.

I thought resisting him was torture.

The real pain was letting him leave.

Pursuing him might destroy our lives. I knew I should move on, for both our sakes. But that would be worse than twenty years alone. If it wasn’t Casey in my bed, then I wasn’t interested.

After a week, I couldn’t take it anymore. I left home and went to Hanford. I wasn’t sure what would happen, I only knew I needed to be near Casey again before I lost my damn mind.

As soon as I returned to my hotel room, I hopped into the shower. Being on the road made me feel a little grimy, and I didn’t want to touch Casey with dirty hands. He deserved better than that.

The hot water felt good on my tired limbs, and I leaned my head back to wet my hair, running my hands through the strands. He was so beautiful, my omega, my Casey. Being close to him again made my cock so hard, it hurt. Even now it was fully erect against my belly, refusing to go down for anything. The sweet spike in his pheromones when I handed him that key card, it was like a neon sign on his forehead. He wanted me just as desperately. I knew it without asking. Just like I knew he would come to my hotel room.

Fully clean, I got out and put a towel around my waist. It was so small, it barely covered me, and the small tuck on my hip threatened to come apart with every step. Typical hotel room towel. Not willing to give us full sized towels, even knowing they knew Alphas would be staying here. That was fine. I didn’t intend to be covered for very long.

Two timid knocks came at the door.

Casey.

The smell of rain and cedar leaked into the room, and I had to suppress a pleased growl as I opened the door. There he was, his timid eyes staring up at me. He was all mine tonight.

“Come in.”

He quickly obeyed, and I shut the door behind him, flipping the locks and chain and closing us in here together. I didn’t care if there was a fucking fire, he was not leaving this room until I was done with him.

“I…” he whispered, his voice wobbling over a single word.

I turned and approached him, pressing our bodies together. Water dripped from my chest onto his shirt. He smelled so good, so sweet, a scent just for me. I hovered over him, our faces getting closer and closer until his breath was on my face. He was almost panting, trying to stay calm when his heart raced in his chest. Mine was already thundering with anticipation, knowing what the night would bring for both of us. I would have him again, and again, until this madness was under control.