Page 12 of Alpha’s Conquest

The house was still quiet when I got back inside. I quickly tossed my shoes off at the door. A quick sniff inside my shirt made my nose curl. I needed a shower after that run. I pulled my sweaty shirt off and tiptoed to the stairs, already sliding my pants down my hips. Hopefully, no one was awake yet, and I’d be safe to use the downstairs bathroom without anyone seeing…

Mr. Wilson.

He stood by the kitchen sink, stirring something in a large bowl. His pheromones hit me right in the face, erasing all the effort I’d put in to calm myself down. Fuck, he smelled so good. Earthy, rich, and potent. A scent that made me weak at the knees. I dropped my wet shirt as something between a squeak and a moan escaped my lips. Damn it. I couldn’t keep it together for one second around him. So much for taming my hormones.

“Hey,” I said hurriedly, so he wouldn’t think I was going to stand there like a dumbass. “Mr. Wilson.”

He slowly turned to acknowledge me, those bright green eyes staring right into my soul before looking away like I wasn’t even there. A shudder ran through me, one that almost made my knees collapse. He gripped the mixing bowl like it was about to slip out of his hands, even though it was firmly placed on the counter.

“Don’t call me that.”

“S-sorry,” I stuttered. My eyes darted away, down to my shirt on the floor. Right. I was standing there shirtless with my sweatpants falling down my hips. I was half naked. My lips almost muttered another apology, but it didn’t seem like he even noticed. Except that he had. His eyes were pinned on my bare stomach, and the trail of hair beneath my belly button. Oh. Oh, no. Could he tell how hard I still was, even after running across town? Or how hot it made me, knowing he was staring at my body? Keep it together. “Is there something else you would prefer me to call you?”

His eyes slowly shut, and he let out a noise too, something between a growl and a grunt. “No, there is not.”

“What should I call you, then?”

He growled low, his eyes flying open and fixing me with a scorching glare. His grip on the bowl tightened. “If you call me Mr. Wilson again, I…”

He’d what? He didn’t finish the threat, but it hung between us as if he’d spoken it out loud. I almost wanted to poke the bear, just to hear what he thought was a fair punishment for calling him Mr. Wilson.

No, I told myself. Ignore him. Go about your day like he’s not here. That’s all you can do. It’s what you have to do.

Rather than speaking, I grabbed my shirt off the floor and raced upstairs to change. Marshall was still asleep, and he didn’t wake up when I grabbed some fresh clothes. My pants barely zipped from how hard I was, and they were more than a little uncomfortable no matter how much I adjusted them. I returned to the kitchen anyway and tugged my shirt down to hide the obvious bulge in my pants. It didn’t work as well as I hoped, but maybe Adam wouldn’t notice.

I should’ve stayed upstairs, but my stomach was grumbling after that run, and I needed a suppressant to get myself under control. At least, that’s the excuse I told myself so I wouldn’t feel bad about wanting to be near him. Just the smell of his earthy pheromones in the air was like magic.

At the end of the kitchen counter sat a familiar pill caddy that every non-beta household had. There were four pill bottles of suppressants there: three large ones for Alphas, and a medium-sized bottle for omegas. Someone had brought my bottle from Marshall’s bedroom and placed it there for me. The caddy fit the four bottles so perfectly. I traced my fingertip over the lid. Marshall’s mother. It fit four bottles because hers used to sit here too.

I looked up to see Adam watching me from the sink as I mused over the pill caddy. I quickly grabbed my bottle and opened it, pouring ‌one pill onto my hand. Before I’d even popped it into my mouth, Adam’s voice rumbled in my ear.

“Take two.”

My hand paused halfway to my lips. “Excuse me?”

His firm, unyielding glare sent a shiver down my spine. “Are you trying to destroy my control, omega?”

EIGHT

Adam

Adam

Was he doing this on purpose? Did he think I enjoyed laying awake all night, unable to curb the intense, raw hunger I felt when I looked at him? Did he know how hard it was to not cross the hallway during the night and snatch him from my son’s bed?

The only thing that kept me from leaving my room was standing in a cold shower for over an hour, fisting my cock to quell my need. Just the thought of Casey almost made me explode as soon as I touched myself. His delicate, sturdy body held secrets I wanted to discover. What spots would make him gasp? What would his nails feel like on my back? Would he mewl like a kitten for me when I shoved two fingers inside him? I wanted him to moan in my ear as his body rushed towards release. If I fucked him until he cried, begging ‌me to stop, it still would not be enough.

I wanted everything.

Gritting my teeth, pleasure surged from the base of my cock and I shot all over the shower wall, climaxing so hard I could barely stand. Then I did it again and again. Over and over, picturing Casey beneath me, on top of me, kneeling in front of me. But no matter how many times I came, until the shower wall was covered in my cum, the feelings remained.

After getting no sleep all night, the only thing I could do was put on some loose pants because that was still happening, and try to distract myself by making breakfast. Halfway through assembling the pancake batter, I smelled him. Casey’s pheromones, that heady rain smell, drifted into the kitchen a few seconds before the front door opened.

He didn’t notice me at first. He was too busy sneaking over to the stairs with his sweatpants halfway down his thighs and those slutty pheromones all around him. The filthy, thirsty thoughts that surfaced in my head would’ve made anyone blush.

Looking at him with barely any clothes on, it was clear he wasn’t like other omegas. He looked strong. The supple skin of his arms and stomach was soft and firm at the same time. His thighs were almost the thickest part of him, typical of omegas. How would they feel wrapped around my waist?

I longed to feel the soft skin of his thighs pressing against my neck as I sucked his cock. It had been so long since I felt desire for anyone, but it had never been this intense. Not even with my late wife, Laura. Being with her was like breathing. Simple and beautiful. But this… this was like drowning, and not even caring as you take your last breath before falling into an abyss of desire.