Maybe I was thinking too far into it. The glances. The comments. The… overall aura of ‘I want to fuck you so bad.’
Or maybe I was a little more insecure about Charlie being a rich alpha than I liked to admit, and I was just looking for a sign that Tara was going to like him more than me.
Which was insane, Tara never cared about money or designation before, and I doubt she’d start now.
I was just being jealous.
Yeah, that was probably it.
“Want to check out the VR?”Tara asked when she and Jesse finally broke apart.
I coughed, averting my eyes as the tips of my ears burned.
There was no doubt about it, in the time since I’d seen Tara in that heat hotel she’d managed to get even more beautiful. Or maybe it was a bit of the cheerleader effect, Jesse being near her augmenting her own natural beauty to heights I’d never imagined possible.
“I didn’t know they had that,” I managed to get out, reclaiming my beer for a long drink that I hoped would stop my voice from creeping upwards. “But sure.”
The beer was, admittedly, less disgusting than the one I’d had at the pub the other day, but I still longed for a Manhattan instead.
Tara kept hold of Jesse’s hand as she let us through the games towards the staircase at the back of the room, the three of us heading down with the clang of shoes against the metal stairs.
Seeing her again felt… unreal. The entire aura surrounding the omega held a shimmering, dreamlike quality that made it feel like I had to be asleep.
Sometimes it was like that entire few days was nothing more than a fantasy. Something I’d dreamed up in the haze of stress and excitement before my big move to Seattle. Warped and changed over time to suit whatever lewd imaginings I needed in order to relieve the crushing tension brought on by my new job.
But no matter what changed in the self-indulgent, wank-filled, reminiscing that Tara had become the star of, one thing had always remained the same.
Her.
Her smell.
Her taste.
The way her skin felt under my fingertips.
How her slick-soaked cunt had felt wrapped around my throbbing cock.
How easily she took my knot?—
“Have you played anything like this before?” Jesse asked, their head turning to look at me as we paused on the landing below.
“Nah, but how hard can it be?”
“Pretty hard, if you’re as clumsy as you say,” Tara teased, clicking through the options on the panel outside of the room.
My cock threatened again to stir to life at the little thread of humor in her voice.
You’re such a good boy, aren’t you?I could practically hear the memory like a recording.
Judging from the surprise on her face, she didn’t have any idea that it would be me waiting for her today. It made sense, Charlie—Charles, really—was a common enough name, I doubted I would’ve made the connection either. I certainlyhadn’t with Tara, at least not at first. But once Jesse showed me her photo… seeing her again was all I could think about.
After Omega’s Lust… It wasn’t that I didn’t want to see her again. Of course I did, the experience we’d shared was nothing short of mind-blowing. But that alpha she’d met there, that wasn’t me. Not really. He was an insane amalgamation of character traits that my business partner, Cameo, had put into my mind and whatever bits of myself that managed to slip through the cracks.
Omegas wanted forceful. Not to think for themselves. Dominant alphas who can be in charge.
That was a guy I was able to pretend to be in short stints, but notme. And there was no way that an omega likethatwanted a gangly, goofy alpha who liked it a little too much when she degraded him. So, I left and had to put my full focus into building up my company.
A coward who couldn’t pick up the phone only to find out that my suspicions were correct. That I wasn’t the right alpha for her.
