“You’re right that we haven’t done a lot of repeats…but we don’t want to let go of this yet either,” Wes said. Next to him, Assa dipped his chin.
They exchanged numbers, and Valentin opened the door for them. He gave Assa a sweet kiss, then pointed at the window to the dance floor. “I’m so grateful you looked up.”
Assa flushed. “I couldn’t look away.”
Next, Valentin kissed Wes. Not delicately. The alpha mashed their lips together, pushing his tongue into Wes’s mouth and swirling it around until Wes nearly lost his breath.
When Valentin pulled back, he squeezed Wes’s shoulder. Pressing their foreheads together, he hushed out, “Thank you for trusting me.”
“Alpha.” Wes made the word six syllables long.
“I’ll see you soon,” Valentin vowed.
Even though they hadn’t made a definitive plan—Wes didn’t know who would text who, or the next time they would see each other—he had no doubt it would happen. As he and Assa crossed the dance floor that looked completely different with the lights on, they passed a smiling Xan.
“Good night, gentlemen,” the guard said, tipping an imaginary hat.
Wes smiled back as they exited into the cool night air, unembarrassed that Xan knew exactly what they’d gotten up to with Valentin.
“Why do you think it was so intense with him?” Assa asked once they’d settled into the back seat of their taxi. He rested his head in Wes’s lap as the driver raised the partition.
Wes carded his fingers through Assa’s hair. “I’m not sure. I just know it was special.Hewas special. Different.”
“For sure.”
“Maybe some people are simply more compatible, beyond being alpha, beta, or omega. Relative to who they are as people.” Wes shrugged.
“It’s not like you to be such a philosopher.” Assa tickled Wes’s thigh. “I guess it doesn’t matter why it was…the way it was. It only matters that we all felt it. And Wes?”
“Yes?”
“We need to see him again. I know we exchanged numbers, but we need to make sure it happens.”
Wes had no intention of letting Assa down. He was also eager to find out what came next.
They had thought finding a third would be a return to the familiar, but they’d stumbled into uncharted territory.
“We’ll see him again,” Wes stated. “I think he wants it as badly as we do.”
Assa chuffed. “Yeah, but I also think he shocked himself with that. He seemed as surprised by how things unfolded as we were.”
“I got that impression too.”
“He certainly had a way with words and…praise.” Assa shivered. “But the not fucking omegas thing, that was odd, right? There has to be a story there.”
“You’re right. Something probably happened. It didn’t sound like a preference. More like adiscipline.”
“Maybe he’ll explain it someday. When we know him better.”
“Maybe.”
The taxi drove through the deserted early morning streets, lulling Assa to sleep. Wes thought about his words. Would they get to know Valentin better? Find out why he didn’t sleep with omegas? Or learn anything else about his life? Even with partners they’d kept for a few weeks, they had never gotten farther than superficial friendliness. What would have been the point, when it had only ever been about fun and sex?
He scratched his fingernails over Assa’s scalp.
They’d only met Valentin a few hours ago and Wes was already certain it was different with him.
What he didn’t know was, if it wasn’t just fun and sex, what was it?
