Page 36 of Alpha’s Conquest

A painful twenty minutes followed. Everyone was chatting and having a good time. Meanwhile, I was struggling to find something to say. Casey smiled and added to the conversation, his eyes flicking towards me every so often, then flitting away again like I wasn’t even there.

This is what it meant to be with him. Hiding my need for him, and pretending I wasn’t about to go insane without his touch. I knew it had to be this way. So why did it bother me this much?

Our food arrived, giving me a welcome distraction with each bite of steak. Delicious. Casey had excellent taste in food. Between spoonfuls of mashed potatoes, I stole glances at him every chance I could. The sensual looks on his face as he ate his meal made my cock throb to full attention.

I carefully readjusted myself under the table, leaning back in my chair to give my cock more room. “Excellent suggestion, Casey. Thank you.” I speared a piece of broccoli and ate it as he watched, sinking my teeth into the green stalk the exact way I wanted to bite his skin. His cheeks flushed bright pink, and he quickly went back to ignoring me. Cute. It was so much fun riling him up. I’d punish him for ignoring me later.

Marshall sat back in his chair, gliding his fork over the top of his food. “How long are you staying, Dad?”

I’d only been here for a few days, and he was already trying to make me leave. I bit back a retort, knowing it would only make things worse. “As long as you’ll put up with me, son,” I said with a forced chuckle. “I haven’t taken a day off in years. It’d be nice to relax for a bit. Lane’s got the business covered for as long as I’m gone.”

My answer wasn’t what Marshall was hoping for, if his brief scowl was anything to go by. He wasn’t attentive enough as Casey’s Alpha to sense my true intentions. I’d be able to smell an invasion of my territory a mile away.

Everyone sat frozen as Marshall pushed food around his plate with a fork. David, no doubt expecting a fight, quickly took over the conversation.

“I’m here on my own, if anyone cares. Dina wanted to see the big city, so we thought we’d take a little vacation for a few weeks.”

“One week,” Dina murmured, her wineglass halfway to her lips.

“Yep, one week.”

“Son,” I said, waiting until Marshall glanced over at me. “We haven’t spent time together since you left home. So let’s do that. Okay?”

Scoffing, he tried not to roll his eyes. “A little too late for that, right?” He got up and put his coat on. “I’m… I’ve got stuff at the hospital.” Marshall walked away from the table, his footsteps making my stomach sink. That went horribly. He was civil when we were in Oakridge. I guess that was over.

David leaned back, his arm slung over Dina’s chair. “That didn’t take long.”

“Stop it. I didn’t come here to fight with him.”

“I know, Pops.”

Casey stood up and mumbled that he was going to the restroom. The conversation at our table continued, but my eyes were fixed on Casey’s back as he weaved through the restaurant and disappeared through a doorway. How long should I wait until I went after him? David and Dina seemed distracted, but they would notice if we were both in the bathroom for too long.

I got up and stacked my empty dishes on the table. “I’m gonna get some air. Be back in a bit.” I went straight for the bathrooms, stopping inside the doorway. One side led to the restrooms. The other to the outdoor patio. David was too distracted to notice me going left instead of right. I pushed the omega bathroom door open and stepped inside. There were a few stalls and some urinals across from the sinks. A pheromone dulling air freshener went off every few seconds, making the room smell like cherries.

Casey was unzipping his pants at a urinal when he spotted me closing the door. He waddled over to me with his pants wide open. “What are you doing in here?”

As an answer, I grabbed his arm and pulled him to an empty stall, squeezing us both into the tight space so I could close the door and shove him against it. I leaned over him, pressing my lips against his earlobe, flicking my tongue out to lick his neck. His pheromones burst onto my taste buds. Fuck, I’d been dreaming of this all day. “I want my dessert,” I whispered, my voice husky with desire. Lifting his leg, I fit myself between his thighs, rubbing our cocks together through the fabric of our jeans with slow, teasing thrusts. The smell of him… the feel of his body against mine… it was intoxicating. “I hate being so far away from you. Watching Marshall touch you almost killed me.”

His cute little gasp as I thrust against his cock made me growl. God, he was addicting. Every time I touched him, I wanted more. “I… we can’t. Not in here. They’ll find us.”

What part of him should I devour first? He seemed to enjoy it when I sucked him off.

“Pants off,” I told him. Making him do it himself added an extra level of anticipation, knowing I was about to do whatever I wanted to him. Someone came into the bathroom just as he worked his pants over his hips, and he almost stopped for a second as his dark eyes searched mine for reassurance.

Keep going, I mouthed.

Flushing bright red, he dropped his pants and briefs in one go, and I slipped my hand around him as he removed everything else, leaving him naked below the waist. There was something about being naked in public that made everything more exciting. I bent my head and knelt in front of him, but he frantically pressed his hands against my neck, trying to make me stop.

“What are you doing?” he whispered, his voice almost too loud.

A sink turned on, and another omega entered the bathroom. There was no time for talking. I hooked his legs over my shoulders and put his cock right beside my lips. If I turned my head, it would slip into my mouth. The musky scent of his skin wasn’t enough for me. I wanted to smell his pheromones and cover him with my own, but the cherry scent in the air overrode our scents. I stared up at him, watching him desperately grip the top of the stall door, his other hand pushed against his lips to stay quiet. His breaths came in ragged gasps as I waited for the omegas to leave.

“You’re so beautiful.” I took his cock into my mouth until my lips were on his pelvis and the tip brushed the back of my throat. He moaned into his hand, barely able to stay quiet as I bobbed my head, sliding his cock in and out of my mouth. Exquisite.

“A-Adam,” he whimpered, my name slipping out between gasps. “You don’t have to… do that.” He broke off with a loud moan that echoed across the bathroom. I sucked my cheeks in and massaged his cock with my tongue, ending with one long lick against the tip as it popped out of my mouth.

“I want the taste of you to linger on my tongue all night.” I opened my lips for him and he thrust between them, eagerly fucking my mouth with what little leverage he had balanced on my shoulders. Next time I would let him do this on his feet, to properly fuck my face with his pretty cock, but I needed a better angle for what I had planned.