Alpha Mates for the Omega

Going home for Christmas

She arrived in the hallway to find not Sebastie as she had expected, but a handsome stranger. Grey stormy eyes locked with hers making her think of a predator waiting for the best time to attack. His nostrils flared, eyes narrowed, and jaw locked like he was struggling to hold back.

He was around the same height as Sebastien, but where Sebastien was lean muscle, this man was built like a wrestler. She took in those broad shoulders, and thick biceps, the tension in his body, the power vibrating from him spoke of strength that could crush a human with his bare hands. His pecks twitched as if calling for her and without her consent, her eyes travelled down that V-shaped torso entrapped in a white fitted t-shirt that left nothing to the imagination. She could see every dip and curve of his abs, and every twitch made her want to run her fingers all over him to feel that strength for herself.

Her eyes continued their appraisal down his body until they came upon the impressive bulge that was forming in the confinement of his jeans. Her mouth run dry at the idea of setting that particular part of his body free, she licked her lips as her p***y pulsed with need. She was running a fever; the heat, building up so fast she was getting dizzy. A moan escaped her lips as her body came alive.

A growl came from the god in her doorway, making juices flood her already wet p***y. She moaned, that growl making her slip further into her delusion. Her eyes had stayed glued to his c**k, if she were in her right mind, her actions would mortify her, but everyone could agree she wasn’t. Those muscular thighs started moving, coming closer, but her eyes never deviated from its primary target. The next thing she knew, she was being pulled into those strong arms and being made to look up into the most beautiful grey eyes she had ever see. She moaned as his body pressed into hers, crushing her full and sensitive breast between them.

That growl sounded again from his lips, making her tummy tighten and her p***y send out a flood of juices. She was so wet that she was sure it had seeped through her panties and jeans.

‘Babe, you need to snap out of this’ he whispered against her ear ‘I would be more than pleased to take you here and now, but we have people waiting, and when I do take you it won’t be a rushed affair.’

She whimpered, wanting nothing more than for him to take her where she stood. He turned away from her making her whimper even louder as his attention moved onto someone else.

With one arm locked around her waist, his other hand travelled down her back, only stopping at her ass to squeeze it. His fingers kept moving down and between her legs, with a feather-light touch, he ran his fingers back and forth over her jean-clad p***y. The touch of his fingers sent hot lava running through her veins; she was so horny that if he pressed a little harder, she would come. Moaning loader she tried to press herself onto those fingers. Only the arm locked around her waist stopped her. His fingers kept making light caresses but moved away without giving her any satisfaction. Her breath hitched, she was on the verge of begging and crying from frustration. He brought his hand up to her face where he pressed his index finger into her mouth.

She was in a dream world, too mindless with need to notice anything beyond him. His scent of pine and freshly cut grass surrounded her making her head spin. Her tongue circled and sucked on his finger, taking every bit of his essence she could. He tasted as good as he smelled she wanted nothing more than to be able to experience this taste for the rest of her life. Something that sounded distinctively like a purr surrounded them, the sound made his eyes glaze over, and his nostrils flare again.

He removed his thumb from her mouth with a pop. As she tried to recapture it, but the stern look in his eyes stopped her in her tracks and making her whine is despair of his displeasure. Looking into those mesmerising eyes, she releasing a purr in hopes it would assuage the wrong she had done.

His arm came over her head, he released her and stepped back. She was about to follow him when a growl of warning sounded from his lips, she whimpered but stayed put.

The next thing she knew Ice water cascaded down her head into her jumper and down her back. She shivered from the cold and shock of what had just happened. The front door was still open, and the cold air had cooled down the hallway making her shiver even more.

She looked back up into those grey eyes. She couldn’t believe what this man had done to her. This stranger had just walked into her house and thrown ice water on her.

As her mind was trying to catch up with what had happened, she noticed Sophia standing next to her with a worried look on her face looking between the two of them. Her eyebrows raised as they made eyes contact, a question clearly written in them "what was that?" She was as clueless as she was, so she turned to the person who might be able to shed light on the situation.

‘What was that for, and who are you?’ she questioned.

‘I’m glad to see that brought you back to your senses’ he smirked. ‘I’m Damien Parker.’

She was more confused than ever, what was he talking about, he was the one that dumped a glass of water on her. She had just walked out into the hallway and… and… images started rushing into her mind, of herself drooling and practically throwing herself at this man. Heat flooded her cheeks and travelled down to her toes. She was mortified at what she had done and allowed him a perfect stranger to do to her. She gave Soph a sideways glance to embarrassed to make eye contact with her. Soph was staring at Damien, or more like drooling over him, she felt a surge of anger at her friend for looking at what was hers. She wanted to growl at her friend to get away, as she felt the sound building up in her throat she snapped her head around only to make eye contact with Damien again. The man smirked at her as if he had known what she was about to do.

‘I need to change’ she said as she turned back towards the stairs. As she turned the wetness between her legs made itself known, and the knowledge made the heat in her cheeks increase by ten folds. she could feel the arousal had seeped through her panties and had made its way onto her thighs. If only the floor could open and take her at that moment.

‘I’ll take your luggage to the car’ he told her as she started walking up the stairs.

‘Wait, I thought Sebastien was picking me up’ she said as she turned back to him.

‘He is waiting for us in the car’ He said as he picked up her luggage that was against the wall. ‘I would suggest you hurry as he doesn’t like to be kept waiting.’

‘Humph’ she turns and carried on up the stairs.

***

Thirty minutes later, Ten more than she had needed for she liked the idea of irritating Sebastien. She walked down stairs having washed off the evidence of her arousal, dried her hair and changed into clean, dry clothes.

Tory Popped her head into the living room looking for Soph, she spots her laying on the couch.

‘Soph, I’m leaving now’ she called out from the door.

Her head snaps up, and she jumps off the couch in a mad rush.

‘What was that?!’ she whisper shouted, her face only an inch from her own. ‘OH MY GOD! That god of a man, and you… then he was like all dominant and s**t. It was crazy… but you, OH MY GOD! Like what happened?’ she took a deep breath ‘You should have seen it, not that I paid much attention to you, you know my eyes were on him, but he wouldn’t take his eyes off you.’ She laughed ‘I am so happy to bear witness to the man who brings our prudish Victoria Grace McKeone to her knees.’ She shouts, her voice had risen as she had rattled on.

‘I am not a prude!’ she huffed, for what had to be the thousand time.

Yes, she preferred to read and study than date, but that didn’t make her a prude. She didn’t have time in her life to spend on men. Relationships, from what she saw only brought heartache. Yes, her friend was deliriously happy when she had a boyfriend, but she would as quickly be down in the dumps when they had a fight or broke up.

Sophia had tried setting her up on dates, which she hadn't enjoyed. When she complained that they had tried to kiss her without her permission, Soph had called her a prude. She was glad her friend had given up on setting her up with guys, but she had never stopped calling her a prude.

‘Of course not honey, I have a feeling someone is going to lose her virginity on this trip’ she said slapping her arm.

‘Soph, No!’ I exclaimed.

Someone cleared their throat, she leaned back and looked out into the hall in the direction of the entrance to see Sebastien standing there with his arms crossed over his chest. Heat filled her cheeks as she looked at his face. She hoped he hadn't heard their conversation.

‘Are you planning to make a move today?’ he said, in that annoyed tone of his. ‘I have better things to do than wait around for you!’

‘I never asked you to wait or to pick me up’ She said.

‘Of course not, you didn’t expect any special treatment from the new family’ he said sarcastically.

She glared at him not wanting to get into this conversation with Soph there. She was glad for his attitude; it snapped her out of any feelings of embarrassment and desire that she might feel around him. Ignoring him, she turned back to Soph and glared at her to stop her from saying anything else.

‘Have a very Merry Christmas’ she said and hugged Soph. ‘I’ll see you before the new year.’

‘Merry Christmas hun’ she said, but before Tory could pull away from her, she whispered in her ear. ‘Allow that god to pop the cracker. He looks capable of taking you on slay ride to the north pole and back.’

She pulled away from Sophia, glared at her again and turned to leave. She grabbed her coat that was hanging on the wall in the hallway and walked passed Sebastien. From the corner of her eye, she could see his nostrils flare as she walked passed, and as he did so, his eyes became dark and the glare he was shooting her intensified.

Her coat in her arm she welcomed the cold air. She was too hot and the idea of spending the next five hours in a car with Sebastien and Damien was driving her insane.

She spotted the car straight away. If the shiny black Range Rover parked outside her house wasn’t enough of a hint, then the man getting out of the passenger seat to open the door for her, confirmed it.

She lowered her head and climbed into the car only to trip on the step, firm hands wrapped around her waist and supported her as she got in. A growl sounded behind her, but it wasn’t from Damien, she looked back to see both men glaring at each other. She tried to pull away from Damien, but his hands kept her where she was, she shivered at the menacing way that they both looked at each other both their faces contorted as if they were having a conversation.

Damien's hands flexed, and she gasped as he tightened his grip. Both turned their attention to her, Sebastien glaring daggers at her but Damien looked inquisitive. No one uttered a word for what seemed like an eternity.

With her instincts telling her to keep quiet, she looked away from both men and tilted her head, exposing her neck. She wasn’t sure what she was doing, but it felt like the right thing to do in that situation. Two very distinctive growls sounded behind her, the hands still around her waist flexed again but this time slowly uncurled and allowed her to pull away. She sat down, keeping her gaze towards the floor, she looked at both of them from the corner of her eye. They were both staring at each other Sebastien’s hands were curled into fists, and Damien looked pissed, she thought they would get into a fight outside her house, but then Damien slammed her door shut and walked around to the driver's seat.

The next five hours passed in much the same way, no one talked, but the tension in the car was so loud it gave her a headache. Every so often she would catch Damien’s hands flex on the steering wheel, or Sebastien’s hand clench as it rested on the door. A few times she had been caught staring at them through the mirror’s, the hot look from Damien made her tummy clench while Sebastien's cold glares made a flame burn in the pit of her stomach. She would look away, not understanding how both these men could affect her in such a way.

She couldn’t wait until they arrived at their destination.