Annie Nicholas: The Omegas

“I know I promised they’d be over for dinner tonight, but they’re still out running, Sugar. They’ll have to come over tomorrow night.”

She turned to look out the French doors that led to her patio garden. Rain beat down on the flowers and the wind tore at their leaves. “It’s storming.”

He raised an eyebrow at her comment, unable to see the problem. The storm front didn’t carry any lightning. A bit of cold rain and wind would break the monotony of the Omegas’ routine.

Yesterday’s raid to steal a television had become a farce. He had found the small pack hogtied on the apartment building’s doorstep very late last night. Good thing the other tenants in the building had been asleep. His security team had gone easy on the werewolves in his view. If running in a storm got Sugar upset, he’d best keep this hilarious story to himself. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d laughed so hard.

Tyler and Robert had yet to speak to him since the incident. Katrina never did talk to him much. Eric and Sam showed promise though. They were “manning-up” to the situation and laughed with him.

Sauntering in, he pushed past Sugar to examine the small apartment. The smells of dinner warmed the tidy little kitchen to the right. Books lay scattered and stacked on every available surface in the living room on his left. Layers of thick rugs covered the floors under a collection of comfortable, mismatched love seats. They faced the French doors overlooking her green garden retreat, setting the mood for tranquility. She didn’t decorate by style but by texture.

He loved it.

Except something was missing. He sighed and shook his head. “You don’t have a television either. Guess I won’t be watching the football game tonight.” His frustration tied a knot in his gut. First, his lack of assessing the Omegas’ situation better, then Sugar’s tempting presence, and now he couldn’t take pleasure in his one hobby.

She giggled.

The quiet, melodious sound made him smirk and shake his head. He twisted to glare at her. Not for laughing but for being so damn adorable. They had the apartment to themselves, the cubs were out chasing raindrops, and he’d run out of things to distract him from his lustful thoughts. It looked like he would surrender to her charms sooner than later.

She’d clapped her hands over her rosebud mouth. The gesture made her tight pink blouse rise enough to reveal a peek of creamy, soft flesh. The buttons strained between her firm, full breasts. He wanted to rip the top open and let those buttons fly.

“I guess they didn’t succeed in getting the television,” she mumbled behind her hands before letting them fall to her sides, lowering her shirt. “There’s a sports bar down the street, you can catch the game there.”

“I don’t like sport bars.” He could imagine the trouble his presence would cause at such a place. Their business came from selling food and drink. What could he possibly purchase to watch the game? A waitress? Vampires were legal citizens, yet still not well liked.

Sugar shifted back a few steps, stifling another nervous laugh.

If he focused his hearing, he could hear her heart race. She smelled of lavender and cinnamon. A tinge of fear tainted her scent. He didn’t want her to be afraid. “Do I frighten you?”

“Frighten?” She stopped her backward motion. “No, not really, more like intimidate.” She gave him a shy smile, but the way her eyes traveled over his body spoke of unashamed interest.

His cock grew thick at her heated gaze. “Intimidate I can accept. That’s my job.” He grinned and advanced on his tempting prey. “You have nothing to fear though. I don’t bite, not unless you want me to.” The delightful way her eyes widened at his comment undid him.

Sugar retreated further until she bumped against the cool metal of her fridge. She’d been disappointed to find only Daedalus at her door but didn’t regret his presence one bit now. His tight, black t-shirt outlined every hard, scrumptious detail of his chest. Lust awakened. An urge to splay her hands on his delicious body, kneading those hard muscles, gripped her.

With each sinuous step he closed in on her until she found herself cornered. His body inspired all kinds of naughty ideas. She’d love to pour massage oil on his smooth head and let it drip down his naked body, so she could rub it all over him.

“I’ve been thinking about you.” His husky voice brushed along her skin. Caged between his arms against the fridge, she felt trapped. Her heart raced with expectation, and she tried to moisten her suddenly dry lips by pressing them together.

He leaned in until his face almost touched hers. Yearning replaced his mischievous grin. His eyes feasted on her as they traced along her face to focus on her mouth.

“You have?” She wanted to drown in his half-lidded gaze.

“Haven’t you thought of me, Sugar?”

The way he spoke her name, like it tasted good, sent a thrill down her spine. Every single night he invaded her thoughts, starring in all her fantasies, but she couldn’t admit that to him. Even though he’d openly admired her, the desire he now displayed amazed her. She was a librarian, not some porn star, though his actions made her feel like one. “You’ve been on my mind once or twice.”

Almost touching her, he denied her a kiss. Their lips were close enough for her to sense their movement when he spoke. “What will I do to entertain myself while your friends are gone?”

The wait for his embrace made her burn with feral passion. It grew too much. She laid a gentle kiss on his mouth in sweet surrender. A bare touch.

“I could think of a few things.” Who was this bold woman using her voice? Her curiosity for him made her brave enough to lose all her discretion.

His eyes widened, amusement crinkling their edges. His tongue traced his lips where she kissed him, like he could taste her.

Mesmerized, she watched, tingles rippling along her own mouth as if he licked her lips instead. Anticipation fluttered in her stomach.

“So can I.” Avid desire still shone in his eyes when he glanced down at her. His responding kiss crushed her to the fridge as he cupped her ass to lift her from the floor.

Her arms entwined around his strong neck, and her legs circled his narrow hips. All the strength of his body wrapped in her limbs made her wetter. Such savage hunger for a man was a new experience. She wanted him to ride her hard and make her scream for mercy.

Daedalus pressed against her. Even with their jeans between them, she could feel his length, hard and firm, bulging against his zipper.

His kiss became an easy, practiced slide of his mouth against hers, gently demanding. She expected skill but not the ravenous appetite he displayed. His tongue toyed with her bottom lip, then entered her mouth in a slow, sinuous stroke. He tasted of something faintly metallic, like blood.

Her stomach knotted at the slight taint, but it dissolved when his hand cupped her breast, found her hard, throbbing nipple and rolled it between his fingers. She wriggled beneath his touch, grinding herself against his hard cock.

He moaned and pulled away. “Damn, you’re driving me crazy.”

She reached up for another taste, craving him.

A sinful smile tugged his mouth. He undid the buttons of her blouse one at a time until he exposed her thin, white lace bra.

She bit at her bottom lip as she watched. Her head spun with need. She wanted Daedalus badly. There had been enough fantasizing about him, now it would come true. Finally.

He slipped the bra strap from her shoulder to allow one of her nipples to escape its confines, and boosted her to give his mouth access to it. The pleasure he produced, as he sucked, shot straight to her clit.