Page 31 of Alpha’s Conquest

“You’re hard.” I moaned again when his hand closed around my sensitive tip. “Let me take care of you.”

“CASEY!”

A loud snap in my face took me out of my head, and I blinked several times until I was back in reality. God, just reliving that night had me riled up. I casually shook my leg, trying to adjust my pants without anyone noticing. I was so turned on, my cock was bursting to be freed.

“Earth to Casey!” Lyle shouted with another snap to wake me up.

We were working together on a bodega mural: a picture of snacks and treats, and a cute anime girl holding a puppy made of ramen. The client paid extra to get it done quickly, so Lyle and Devon paused their other projects to help.

If only I could stop thinking about cock.

The zen of work did little to quell my fantasies, but I somehow got to the end of the day without a massive boner. I was, however, too wound up to go home. Marshall was still on a double shift at the hospital, and he wouldn’t be back until almost midnight.

Marshall. After spending a passion filled night with his father, I struggled over what that meant for us. I knew I should break up with him. I should’ve done it after the first time, but every time I tried, something stopped me. I thought it was my love for Marshall at first, but even that seemed weaker the more I said it.

This was so complicated. I needed something to take my mind off of everything. Tossing my empty cans into the recycling bag, I dusted my hands off and picked at the flecks of paint on my fingernails. “You guys want to go out for drinks?”

Devon hollered at the top of his lungs. “Hell yeah, West! Let’s go.”

After dropping our supplies off at the office, we got into Lyle’s car and drove to the nearest bar. It was warm inside and made me feel sweaty as soon as I walked through the doors. The scent of pheromone dulling incense drifted through the air, giving everyone the chance to have a relaxing night, omega and Alpha included. The bar had groups of people ordering drinks, a few drunken souls doing a wobbly little dance by the jukebox, and one guy was on stage singing a terrible karaoke rendition of ‘Baby, Cast a Spell.’

“Baby, casht a shpelllll,” he chortled in a slurred voice. “I shwear I wun telllll.”

Lyle chuckled as he and Devon waded through the crowd. “Good thing Aurora can’t hear her song being butchered like that.” He gestured to get the bartender’s attention, a tall, sexy beta, exactly Lyle’s type.

The bartender strutted over to us, throwing a towel over his shoulder with a steamy smirk. “What’ll it be, gentlemen?”

My phone buzzed, and I pulled it out as Lyle ordered for us.

Adam

How was work today?

How was work? It was such a mundane thing to talk about for a man who rearranged my insides for hours.

I need you.

I can’t stop thinking about holding you in my arms. It’s driving me crazy.

My cheeks burned bright red. He needed me, even though we saw each other two days ago. I couldn’t remember the last time someone longed for me like that. If I was being honest… I needed him too. My guilt was a distant thought in my head as I wrote a reply.

Casey

Marshall will be home tonight. I can’t get away.

I know.

I paused, my fingers hovering over the digital keyboard. Would it scare him away if I told him my thoughts? That I had missed him just as desperately?

I’ve been thinking about you all day too. The way you held me in your arms after we had sex. I really liked it.

I’m glad, because I’m going to hold you close when I see you again. Before and after I fuck you.

A shiver went up my spine, and I was almost loopy as I joined Lyle and Devon at the table they’d chosen.

“Oooo,” Devon cooed when I sat beside him. “You and Marshall doin’ some dirty texting? I know that face.”

They ordered us several rounds of beer, soju, and one big bottle of vodka we were splitting between us.