Page 14 of Alpha’s Conquest

Despite his loud protests, he still dutifully reached for the inhibitor bottle and dropped one more pill into his hand, holding my gaze as he swallowed it.

“Are you always that obedient?”

“I…” He gulped hard and tried to look away, but his eyes drifted back towards me like a magnet unable to escape. “I just… I know you won’t take no for an answer.”

“I can see I’m going to have problems with you.”

“Shower’s free!” Marshall’s sudden voice almost made me jump out of my skin. Casey stumbled backwards, as startled as I was. We’d been so focused on each other, we didn’t notice someone coming into the room. That was an easy way to get caught.

I quickly stepped back and retrieved the plates of food I’d prepared. “Breakfast is almost finished,” I said as Marshall walked to the kitchen with a towel slung over his neck. Casey practically ran out of the room and raced up the stairs, as if he couldn’t stand another second with me.

Marshall chuckled at Casey’s hasty retreat and rubbed his hair dry as he leaned against the counter. “Sorry, Dad. He’s still a little shy around you guys.”

Plates in hand, I paused halfway to the table, my eyes drifting towards the ceiling. The shower turned on again. “It’s fine.” By the time I’d set everything down, Marshall had brought over a bundle of silverware from the kitchen and started setting the table without being asked. It was probably his strategy to butter me up, hoping I'd start to like Casey. I already did. That was the problem.

With Casey’s scent still potent in the air, I couldn’t help but wonder if his pills were even working. As his Alpha, Marshall would know if Casey needed something stronger. But bringing it up might make him suspicious.

“How effective are his inhibitors?”

The question seemed to surprise Marshall, and he nearly dropped all the silverware he was holding. “What do you mean?”

Don’t blow it, Adam. Any Alpha would ask this question when a new omega came around. Just play it cool. “I just… There’s a lot of Alphas in this town, and if you two go out…”

He filled in his own blanks, ones that had nothing to do with my actual intentions. “He’ll be fine. Casey’s pheromones have always been weak.”

Weak? Was he crazy? My son had been living with Casey for two years and thought his pheromones were weak? I had never met an omega with a scent that potent in my life. Maybe all those years in the city had broken Marshall’s nose.

Or maybe… all my years alone had broken mine.

NINE

Casey

Casey

Just a few more hours, I told myself under the shower spray.

My legs were still shaking after that encounter with Adam. The way he bent over me, his eyes focused on my bottom lip. The way he looked at me, as if he was so overcome with desire he could barely keep his hands off me… I’d never seen someone look at me that before. And I had never felt so unhinged, craving someone so intensely, I could barely stand.

I propped myself up against the shower wall, pressing my palm against the cool tile. Not even the cold water could sate this heat inside me. My cock was throbbing for attention, as it had since last night. I couldn’t go out to breakfast like this. One of them would notice, if they hadn’t already. The moan that slipped from my lips when I grasped my cock was loud enough to wake the dead. Keep it together, Casey. You’re just relieving tension. You’re not doing this out of lust, or hidden desires, or…

If I closed my eyes, all I could see was his face. Adam. His green eyes. His freckles. The ivy tattoo on his neck that rippled when he growled at me. The way his pheromones smelled, like an earthy cloud, so thick it could choke me, but all it did was rile me up even more. He was so damn bossy. But fuck, there was something about obeying his commands that made me warm all over. Just the thought of being his obedient little omega almost made me cum right then and there.

It was too much, thinking of him and stroking my cock. I shouldn’t be thinking of him. Picture Marshall instead. We’d had sex in the shower plenty of times. He liked it when I sucked him off first, lubing up his cock with my mouth before it went inside me. I’d done it enough times that I’d started fantasizing about him servicing me instead. Even being an omega, I couldn’t deny the heat surging through me at the thought of Adam kneeling before my cock, his tongue out and ready to take my load in his mouth.

Marshall. I meant Marshall. My boyfriend. My loving, handsome, incredible boyfriend.

Their faces flitted in and out as I pictured someone in front of me, their mouth open right beneath my cock. But it was Adam’s face that made me squeal with pleasure as I stroked myself faster and faster, an orgasm about to burst from me. I couldn’t stop myself from cumming at the thought of him, biting my lip so I wouldn’t scream his name as I shot all over the shower wall. My body trembled with each burst of pleasure, and my knees almost collapsed beneath me. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d climaxed that hard.

My heart raced in my chest, almost unwilling to calm down as my cock pulsed beneath my fingers. I was still shooting ropes of cum long after I thought it would end. It felt like a second orgasm had seamlessly rushed through me, joining the first before it was even over. Slick leaked from my ass, a silent plea to be filled. My body wanted Adam almost more than I did. I felt empty doing this without him.

I whimpered as I let my cock go, the remnants of my orgasm still pulsing through me. I needed more, but that was the problem. This thirst couldn’t continue. The sooner I got away from this place, away from him, the better.

Quickly finishing my shower, I got out, dried off, and got dressed. I was almost free. We would eat breakfast, and then we’d go home. I could manage that. With a deep breath, I went downstairs to the kitchen.

Adam was setting the table and placing dishes of food in the middle of it. The sunlight dancing on his red hair almost made me forget how to breathe. He looked ethereal in the morning light. So much for calming down in the shower.

“You good?” Marshall asked. He was busy washing a sink full of dirty dishes. Marsh didn’t like housework. I wasn’t the only one feeling anxious, it seemed.