Page 32 of Alpha’s Conquest

After the first few drinks, I was feeling pleasantly warm. “I was toootally sexting,” I whispered, my voice anything but quiet.

“Yeah you were! What’s Marshall saying? He givin’ you that Alpha cock when you get home?”

I chuckled and poured another shot, then downed it with a ragged cough. “Nuh-uh. He’s at the stupid hospital.”

“Ahhh, planning for later, huh? Building that sexy anticipation for when he gets back.”

The anticipation was building, but not for Marshall. I couldn’t wait to see Adam again.

Two drinks after that, I was struggling to not spill everything about my secret rendezvous with him, and had successfully distracted Lyle and Devon by convincing them to sing at the karaoke machine. I wasn’t sure what song they were attempting to sing, neither were they, it sounded like, but it kept them from asking too many questions as I glanced at my phone, hoping for another text from Adam.

More drinks, more shots. I was so hot and itchy. Adam’s face drifted in and out of my vision, and I reached out to grab him, only to find I was touching air.

“Y’know what suucks,” I said. I wiped my nose a few times, wondering why it kept feeling wet. Ahh. It was a wet spot on my sleeve.

“Men?” Devon guessed. He leaned against Lyle in a friendly cuddle. The two had never hooked up, but there was a first time for everything.

“Mennnn,” I echoed. “They date you, and then… then you get sad. And then someone is pretty. And they smell good.”

“I looove when someone smells good,” Devon agreed with a burp.

“And when they’re pretty,” Lyle added. He wasn’t as drunk, since someone had to keep their head on straight when two omegas were getting wasted.

More drifting, more drinks. I forgot how bad I felt for betraying Marshall. All I could think about was my Alpha. I wished he was here.

Oh.

Was he here?

“Adam?” I asked, rubbing my eyes just to be sure I wasn’t imagining things. He was glaring at me. My fantasies never glared at me.

Devon sprang up and awkwardly tried to hug Adam, but he got a firm hand to the chest to keep him away. “Heyyy, buddy! Sorry we called you. I thought you were Marshall. Casey had your profile pulled up on his screen.”

I stood, my legs wobbling as I walked over to him, to my Alpha. He smelled so damn good. I leaned in to take a big whiff of his shirt. “It’s okayy. He’s my Daddy.” I was way too drunk to realize I said that out loud, but luckily, Adam was completely sober.

“I think he’s had one too many. He means I’m Marshall’s dad.”

“Yessss,” I confirmed, poking him in the chest. “That too.”

Adam tucked his thick, sexy arm around my waist and pulled me closer to his sexy body. “I’ve got him from here. I’ll make sure Casey gets home safe.”

Lyle toasted us with his beer bottle. “Yessir. Have fun, Case!”

After a long walk through the bar, that may have only taken forever because I kept tripping over my feet, we were out in the cool night air. Adam’s scent brought a smile to my face as he propped me up against the building.

“Mmm,” I moaned, taking two fistfuls of his shirt and leaning in to take another big sniff. “You smell so fucking good.”

He smoothed my hair back, and my eyes fluttered closed from his touch. I loved the feel of his hands on me. “Not half as good as you smell.”

“I’ve been thinking about you allll day long.” Poking his chest again, I pulled him closer, and he hovered over me with his kissable lips.

He grinned, the same way he had when he fucked me. “I know.”

“You’re so sexy and cute. My sexy Adam.”

He tucked his fingers under my chin, and I moaned as he almost kissed me. “I thought I told you not to call me that, omega.”

“Whaddaryou gonna do? Spank me?” I giggled, drunk off the beer and his sexy pheromones.