Page 15 of Broken Alpha
“I can’t tonight.” He shook his head, leaning into my body again. “But Erik has a family game night every Friday. He typically heads over there right after class, which goes into the early morning hours, so he spends the night.”
“So there is a potential for a sleepover,” I grinned wickedly at him, hugging him closer to my body.
“If that is your wish.” He smiled, returning my suggestive grin.
“No, little fawn. I won’t rush you into anything, even staying the night.”
“I’ll tell you what,” he said, sitting up straight and looking at me with a sudden serious expression on his face. “Get condoms anyway. If we use them, great; if not, we have them for when we do.”
“Mmm, very logical of you.”
“I try." He reached over, grabbed his phone off the coffee table, and handed it to me. “Put your number in. I don’t want to have to send you an email every time I want to speak to you.”
“For the best. Those emails are monitored.”
I’m grateful he remembered because it had completely slipped my mind. We exchanged phone numbers before realizing that Harllow was due home within the next half hour. Aidyn walked me to my car, our hands interlaced with each other. I was already missing him and hadn’t even left the damn parking lot. Longing and sadness filled his eyes as he looked up at me, and I took the opportunity to scent him once more, rubbing my face along his neck and face, followed by the inside of each wrist. I held him in my arms again, cupping his face and kissing him softly before bumping our foreheads together.
“Tomorrow?” I whispered.
“Tomorrow,” he confirmed, nodding.
Luke
Even the differences between the designations are visible in the types of condoms you can buy. Betas have access to fancy condoms that are ‘ribbed for their pleasure’ and ‘ultra-thin, barely there’ or ‘additional lubricant’ to spice things up a little. Alpha condoms come only one way, with a slight difference and no extra lubricant or ribbing. Regardless of designation, all condoms come in the standard sizes of small, medium, large, and extra large; however, Alpha condoms were designed with extra latex around the base to accommodate the swelling of a knot. The size of the condom correlates with the size of your knotat full swell, and I have never measured something that never existed until now.
Large seemed to be the standard for Alphas of my proportioned size, but as a dominant, that meant my knot was bigger. Unable to decide, I grabbed a box of twelve in a large and an extra large, just to be safe. I checked my watch as I got in the car, and nerves rattled through me when I realized it was almost time to pick up Aidyn. I hadn’t gone on a date in years and wanted this to be perfect. Aidyn was right; sex didn’t have to be on the table, and I was okay with that. I just wanted to show him a good time and treasure him the way an Omega should be treasured. The way I wanted my Omega to be treasured.
I sent Aidyn a text, notifying him that I was down the street and should be there in under five minutes, only to find him outside his apartment. He was dressed in a pair of dark navy jeans, gray shoes, and a gray sweater that zipped up at the breast. He had layered it over what appeared to be a cream-colored button-up. His hair was pushed back like he had run his hands through it with some product to give it a casual yet styled look, and the light in his eyes, when he spotted my car, made my heart melt. Fuck, he looked amazing.
I hadn’t done so badly myself, pairing black jeans with black ankle boots and a forest green sweater that reminded me of the color in his eyes. He climbed into my car, and I couldn’t help but lean over, kissing him in greeting. He deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue into my mouth, exploring my taste until I groaned. When he pulled away, I was breathless and hard as hell, and he had a large, smug grin on his face.
“Careful, or I’ll spank that smug look off you,” I mumbled, putting the car into gear.
“My safe word is tea,” he teased back, and my cock throbbed at the challenge.
“Why tea?” I knew he was joking, but I was curious if there was some truth behind it.
“It’s what you smell like. Citrus and honey, like a comforting cup of tea.”
I was his safe word? Lord, give me strength! I gave him a side eye as I turned onto the main street, making a show of palming my cock to readjust it and noticing Aidyn watching the movement, his eyes transfixed on my crotch and the noticeable swell there.
“You get to choose how tonight goes,” I said, pretending as if I didn’t want to find a hotel or take him back to my place and sink into him immediately. At least I have the condoms for that now. “Fancy date or not-so-fancy date.”
Aidyn grinned as he thought about it. “And you have plans regardless of what I choose on such short notice?”
“Yep!”
“Less fancy then. I’m not a big fancy person, not someone to go all out for.”
“That’s where you’re wrong,” I mused, turning to ensure I could switch lanes safely, and headed to our first destination.
I pulled into a local revolving sushi restaurant that I frequented often. I loved this place. The little dishes of fish and rolls moved along a conveyor belt, each plate a different color that correlated with the price of the dish based on the quality of the fish and the amount of food. Anything Asian is a comfort cuisine for me. If it’s not breakfast food, it’s probably Asian. If I’m having a bad day, I’ll order from a local Chinese or Korean place for a fix, but if I’m having a really bad day, then I’ll get sushi. Something special? I’ll get sushi. Want to spend time with someone special? Sushi. Suffice to say, I’m in a constant state of craving sushi. After discussing it with Aidyn, we decided that there was no reason for two people to take up a booth, and we were escorted toward the bar in the corner. It was somewhatearly, with most people still getting off work, so the restaurant wasn’t very busy, allowing us to converse without difficulty. Once we sat down and ordered our drinks, I couldn’t help but grin when he requested a set of children's chopsticks.
“I have tried several times to master the skill,” he explained. “I’ve even watched videos on how to teach kids how to use them, and nothing. Growing up, I spent a lot of time at my grandparents’ house. My grandfather was a carpenter by hobby, something he picked up in high school, he said. My grandmother often made veggie stir-fry because it was quick and easy, and she used the vegetables in their garden. He once crafted a set of chopsticks for me, gluing two pieces of wood to a clothespin. I loved that set. Sadly, it got lost when they had to move into a care home. I would use a fork, but you can’t really do that with sushi.”
He shrugged, reaching up to the conveyor belt, and choosing a plate with a look of excitement. It was an odd choice, and I tilted my head in confusion. On a bed of rice, wrapped in a belt of seaweed, sat a spongy yellow substance, and in all my years of eating sushi, I had no idea what on earth it was. He found the eel sauce that was on the bar next to the soy sauce and drizzled it across the yellow sponge.
“What on earth?”
