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  They got the message when they could see that I wasn’t messing. I was rampant with this Omega’s odour. It was part of the reason why these Alphas dispersed with a bad mood flowing from their body language.

  And when they did, I got a charming glimpse of the commotion that caused them to act as such vultures. He was a specimen I’d describe as edible and far tastier than my lure for raw flesh. A brief pause, and then a case of an irritable nature came from him.

  Maybe he enjoyed the competitive nature of those Alphas with intentions to rip him to shreds and roast him. I for one, allowed myself all the time in the world to study and break down all I needed in terms of the cookie-dough he gave me below. He became intrigued with my subtle allure for wanting to just inhale and never exhale his presence.

  He eventually came to me. “I’m not sure if I should thank you for removing the totty.”

  “I’d hope I was doing you a favour. All that craziness and no room to think for yourself.”

  “It was a little much. But it beats just sitting alone and not really wanting to…well, I just think it was a nice distraction.”

  “I use food for that.”

  “And does it work?”

  “Mmm-Hmm.” I picked up my plate. “To some extent.” My eyes enlarged again when I took in his odour. “Nothing says I’m busy like food does.”

  “I might grab a plate…would you like some company?”

  My loins spoke, “Sure. Come and join me by that low wall.”

  Chapter 3

  Arden

  Compared to what I had seen tonight, Samson was a butch change on the menu and I wanted to have my picking. He was way bigger than the other Alphas that were praying for my attention. He was a little different in the outfit department: formal, but I liked that. He was not that much older, but definitely had an air of seriousness that I found pleasing.

  The other Alphas were less in their own zone. Samson didn’t want to be there. And in odd ways neither did I. I knew what my duty was, and figured that either way I had to deal with the situation.

  And his smell… I took it in as I tried to lay back and control the urge to pounce upon him. He had his legs spread-open and I huddled with my legs close together as the sexual tension started to bubble and his legs started to twitch as he could sense what I wanted from him.

  He ate. I ate. The silence building into the inability to concentrate on anything other than ourselves. The party raved all around, and we were lost in each other’s bodily fragrance. Samson’s was woodsy, like fresh bark on a tree that is older than the majority of the earth.

  A pinewood finish with insects and dampness. I wanted him right there and no hesitation. I gave in to my desire and placed down my plate and allowed my hand to rest on his thigh. He stiffened so tightly that I kept it there to make it painful. He could barely move. But I released him and moved closer, so he could hear, “I want to tell you something.”

  Samson peered at me still recovering from my hand leaving his leg. “What?”

  I gripped his collar and the direction of his head caused both our noses to touch at the bridge. “I want a baby.”

  Samson’s reaction was typical. He was up and ready for it.

  “In my room,” I tell him. I get to my feet when I’m sure he gets it.

  He agreed. And I led him there to have our session.

  We nearly didn’t make it to the room. We made out with our lips crashing and tongues waggling with each other’s idea of tongue-a-lingus. I had to stop him half-way as he grabbed my manhood and told him again in a heated daze, “In my room.”

  “Where is it?”

  I point.

  He feverishly kissed me and sent chills down to my piece as he dragged me in there and pressed me against the wall. It was a muddle as we ran fingers through each other’s hair: him pressing up against me with his hand aggressively rubbing and me doing my best to return the favour.

  He dry humped me and I opened a little more for him to have that pleasure. It was full of harsh grunts and I found him upon my neck and tearing off my clothes as he tilted my head to the side with a lick and a kiss. I moan as he tried to become gentler. But Samson didn’t know the meaning of the word.

  It was rough. And I enjoyed it…until he fell to his knees; unbuckled my zipper; revealing my piece and whipped out his tongue to lick my glands. I cover them…he peers up at me like a sad puppy for a second. “What’s wrong?”

  “No biting.”

  It didn’t turn him off. It did stiffen the mood, but we pushed through it. I sensed he didn’t get it. And that was ok. I just wanted him to continue with the rhythm that he was going at. He did, and gave my piece a soft kiss. A little condescending, but I changed the channel and found some little strength by raising him back to his feet. He followed, I kissed him briefly, and then unbuckled his trousers and undid his zipper.

  They came undone. I pursued, taking it into my hands and yanked-a-doodle while I rested my palm against his flat stomach. He took off his shirt and I ran my palm up and down his navel area. I started to lick-and-lick, and he moaned for me to keep doing it like that.

  I listened to him. He rubbed the top of my head: giving it a little rustle and then gripped enough to have a chunk in his hand. It was time to wrap my full mouth around there and I did…slavering until his hand scuffled into a fist and he thumped the back of the wall. He was getting hard, and I was getting wet.

  I needed to fiddle with my behind. He noticed, and took this as a cue to lift my chunk of hair – that helped with removing my mouth from his Johnny, and making his way rapidly to the bed. I followed, and he turned me over onto my back, pulled down my trousers and stuck his tongue clean in. I was moist, but he dove in and devoured me until I was pulled an exorcism of a face.

  It was that deformed. And soon enough, he was inside me; crazily pumping away as I lay on the bottom. He was on a mission to make me lose my voice. My vocal chords were exercised and spent. And soon my ass became sore. But he went on…and on… and I fell onto the bed and stretched my arms before me as he came down to the level where my neck was and kissed my cheek before leaving his head at the side and going in deep.

  When he came, we were sweatier than two men who worked in an underground mine. He yelled, “I’m coming.”

  I said, “No, keep going.”

  But he couldn’t, and blissfully came to a screaming end from him. I was filled with his sticky fruit juice.

  It was very interesting to me, as I cleaned my legs and thighs with a towel from the bathroom cabinet. To wipe away the whiteness from an Alpha who had rocked my bed and caused a few couples to bang on the walls to keep the noise down. They were just jealous.

  It was no fakery. All the noise I was forced to make was because of the connection that had me in stiches. And not the laughing kind. Getting up from the bed was like a stick keeping my inner thighs apart as I tried my best to feel them. Samson fucked my legs into a coma. They were the kind that Pinocchio would use. I had to walk the room until my muscles started to work again.

  I left him to sleep. A peaceful snore on the side of my ear at first. And then a realization came over me that I needed to leave before he got up. I packed the little things that I’d brought, which was mainly myself and a small bag with a clean t- shirt and drawers, and went to wake up my little sister who frantically wanted to sleep. But I needed to leave and that would not be an option.

  “Let me sleep.”

  “We need to leave, now!”

  She actually listened. I did a better job than my father when it came to authority over the little madam.

  It was early hours. And for whoever had to clean that mess, I left them a tip. Because those bedsheets will be covered with more than just little critters. If sperm had legs, then I wished them all the best. No insult to the cleanliness, but I’m sure I saw a bed-bug.

  I expected to be slipping out unnoticed with my little sister holding my hand; rubbing her eyes awake; and her head flopping because she still hadn’t re
alized that she was on her legs and leaving. I had to pick her up and set her down a few times when we came down the stairs. When we reached the bottom, I cut through the hall with Fiona grumbling something about breakfast.

  I ignored her. But I couldn’t avoid Steven whose hands were on his waist as if I’d done something very naughty by sneaking my way out. “And where is the queen of the ball going?”

  “Oh, sweetie.” I go overboard with him. “I have to slip off and enjoy the morning rays.”

  “Liar.” He squinted and leaned in with a whisper, “I saw who you brought to your room last night. And whooooooo! You and Samson were locked in lip-sation. No words, just pure lustfulness. Tell me I’m describing that in the best way possible?”

  “It was good.”

  Steven claps his hands and keeps them locked together as he wooo-hooo’s again.

  “But that’s all it’s going to stay at. A good experience.”

  “Arden, but you two were stallions, babe. It was sticky glue and no breaking that apart. Are you sure that’s all you want it to stay as? Just a one-night stand?”

  “Yes.” Fiona finally coming to prompts me to whisper to Steven, “No more sexual talk.”

  She rubbed her eyes and spread her arms for a hug. I lifted her into my arms instead. And carried her off home. Not wanting to think on that one-night stand.

  Chapter 4

  Samson

  It took me a while to wake up. I’d given a hundred-yard-run and touchdown with Arden. I’d walked to the top of the mountain’s peak and stuck that flag there for evidence that I conquered and made it. I gave that and more to our encounter, because I’d never been so aroused to the point of wanting to lavish my body upon a platter.

  I gave a few half-hearted yawns. Fell asleep again, all the time thinking that I should wait for the opportune moment to roll onto my side and compliment his performance from last night. I wanted to keep it steady. Take it slow. I hadn’t come with the intention to mate my socks off.

  But his oral had brought me to a few keys higher than my raspy voice could manage. And I had beaten those pillows with the side of my fist when he started to playfully stretch and showed me how beautiful his back was. I stared at him. It was corny for me to feel so attached, but that was it. He was beautiful. And I was hard and wanted to bone again.

  What stopped me was his low chest and breathing. He was so at peace. And I couldn’t interrupt that. So, I let him be. Forever hard next to him and having to attend to the pony myself. With him in my mind when I did.

  But I couldn’t fake my sleep anymore. I outstretched my arm and let it fall like I was doing a glamourous wave, only more masculine, and found that my arm fell all the way onto the pillow. I pat down on the empty space, then turned to see if I was dreaming. But no, he’d gone. And a thought came to me. A passing-chance, but it could be…maybe Arden was meant to be my eternal mate?

  It’s enough to propel me out of bed, grab my clothes, but drop them again when I found that I needed the bathroom. I’d been dying to take a piss because I was busting, and then shake…shake…shake …and I forgot to grab my clothes as I ran around the Alpha lodge. I had my boxers though. I wasn’t that confident.

  I ran into a familiar face. “Steven!”

  He spotted me and ran his eyes down my body with a lip bite at the end of it. And then came back up to meet me with a grin. “Steven, have you seen any sign of Arden?” He was too busy watching my wood.

  He got ready to flirtatiously answer...but was interrupted.

  “Um. No.”

  I recognised that higher than thou personality coming from that tone. It was his partner: Drake. His survey of me was more with what you’d get when letting off a stink bomb and thinking it was a faulty sewer pipe.

  He stood in front of Steven, who didn’t look too impressed. “No, what the hell is this? You’re naked.” He spins on Steven. “And your eyes are way too bright with the sun rising on him.”

  “I only have eyes for you.”

  “And that peckerwood bulge.”

  Steven lowered his gaze onto that exact spot. “I didn’t even notice he had one.”

  Drake tutted and spun back to face me, like it was my fault that his mate was hungry for my body. I played it innocent and kept serious. But Steven was clearly in the mood for more drunk partying.

  “You need to get away from my mate!” Drake enforced.

  “And you need to calm down.” Steven came around him and pushed him back slightly. So that he wouldn’t be pressing against my package. The flirty eyes were still there, but Drake had to contend with his partner having the final word.

  “What were you asking again?” A head tilt that made me feel quite exposed. A piece of Alpha meat. He knew very well what I asked.

  “I wanted to know if you had any idea where Arden had gotten to?”

  He played deaf again.

  Drake poked him in the back, and cut the game short.

  “Ok. He left.”

  “But…but why? It was the best night ever!”

  “I could see that!” A sneaky smile was on his face which even made Drake smile, but his guard went up against me again. “But yeah. He went home. Any particular reason why he left you in the lurch like that?”

  “Listen, I just met the guy. We connected. It was a great night. He seemed to be so into me, and I him, and then I wake up and find that he’s nowhere to be seen!”

  “You seem pretty cut-up about that.”

  “He’s a beautiful guy. Who wouldn’t be?”

  “So, you want to find him?”

  “Hell, yes.”

  I wait for Steven to tell me. But I noticed Drake still huffing his concern over me being so blatantly naked with my bod.

  “Can you please put some clothes on?”

  I ignore this and asked, “Tell me where he is?”

  “I think you’re running to the edge of the water with no real chance, Samson.”

  “And I disagree.”

  “Well I think you should agree to cover up. And seriously, Steven, I’ve had enough of you just standing there and preening the bush!”

  “Ok. Ok. If you’re serious about Arden, then you need to do one thing for me?”

  “Ok.” I hurried Steven up.

  “Mate him.”

  “Mate him?” I raised one brow and dropped the other.

  “That’s what it will take.”

  “Right.” I said this louder again for him to get that I mean it. “Right.”

  “Ok. Arden lives at Wine Manor in Wything. Do you know it?”

  “I sure do. Two towns over.”

  “Bingo!” Drake said this and then folded his arms. “And now you can dash off to find him.”

  I did. But not before I heard the pair arguing over what it meant to have eyes for only each other.

  Chapter 5

  Arden

  I knew something was up when my belly rumbled, and I took a quick dash downstairs and rummaged on a whole foil-wrapped piece of beef that my father had stashed away for dinner. I usually cut the meat into portions, I bent over onto the counter and dug my face into the beef whilst tearing and ripping it off into strips.

  It was chewy. But I didn’t give up. I pulled until it snapped and chewed and licked my fingers and lips. I lost count at how many bites — and the lack of my gut getting filled. The beef got smaller, but I remained hungry.

  My father came into the kitchen, but that went unnoticed by me as I made my way to take another chunk of meat from the fridge. This alarmed my father; who rushed over to slam it shut, and then started to sniff all around me, and then found that the smell of fertility was coming from his son.

  “Make no mistake boy.” He sniffed, and stopped with a smile on his face. “You are definitely with child.”

  “I am?”

  “Yes.” He gave his nose another workout before making a firm head-shake. “Yes. You are pregnant, Arden.”

  I still wanted to get into the fridge. But my father was blocking
the way. “I suppose that’s good news for everybody.” But what about myself, I thought. Am I happy about this?

  “It’s comes at a perfect time.” I could see that my father was pleased. More pleased then he’d ever been. “You with child.” He pats me on the side of my shoulder twice. “Who was the Alpha that you chose?” He left his hand there.

  I hadn’t expected to be having this conversation. When I had reached home I wanted to put Samson in the back of my camouflage collection. The area of my brain where I stored desire, because there was always a possibility that I would revisit it for another look.

  And with Samson, that would be a regular booking on my list. But the complexities of now being pregnant, leaving him with no explanation, and having to deal with my father who suspected me to have gone about this in the proper fashion would be the start of a new commandment: Arden shall deal with his problems.

  Pregnant, hungry, and wanting my father to remove his hand from my shoulder to allow me to get some more meat.

  “No more food. I need you tell me about this Alpha.”

  “He was nobody, Father.”

  He removed his hand, but not himself from the fridge. I gave up on trying to get past and took a seat on the stool.

  “It was nothing spectacular,” I lied. “If anything, it was more of a butterfly floating past and having better things to do.” Samson was no butterfly. I should go with bodyguard.

  “I see.” My father was not convinced.

  “The lands. My focus is on that.” I rubbed my stomach. “This is all I really need.”

  “Son—”

  “Father, can you pass me some more meat? I need to keep my strength up if I’m feeding for two.”