Page 81 of Fight
“I’m giving it to her now,” the bastard smirks as he thrusts up into the beta. Snorting, I watch the girl’s eyes go wide as Marty drops the notice down in front of her. “Figured I’d feed her my dick one last time.”
“Are you fucking serious?” the girl wails, but that may be because Marty is pushing his knot into her pussy. It’s hard to tell.
“Extremely. I’ll give you two thousand dollars for your trouble,” I tell her. “I want the apartment, nothing else.”
“I’ll take it,” the girl moans as Marty fucks her. The manager nods in agreement, and I decide my business is concluded here.
“Don’t be an asshole, Marty. Make sure the girl comes,” I mutter, walking out of the office.
Nodding at the wide eyed receptionist, I leave the leasing office to get showered for the day. I’ve been quite productive, but I need to set up a meeting for later.
Getting into the truck, I dial Corbin, the leader of Pack Murphy, even if he’s the only one left now. It was tragic what happened to his wife, and senseless. It broke apart her pack. The brothers were never the same afterwards.
“Hello,” Corbin says gruffly as I turn over the engine with a wince. I need an oil change soon.
“Hey, Corbin, it’s Tommy. I have some interesting news, and wanted to see if you have time for a meeting later today?” I ask.
I rarely ask for anything, and our businesses have always run well without an issue. Unfortunately, my moving to Minneapolis could ruffle some feathers, so I want to discuss what it means with him.
“Yeah, I have time,” he says carefully. “I’ll text you the address. I’ll probably have Pack Mohan sit in on it if it makes no difference to you.”
“None at all,” I say amicably, because I figured he’d do this. “What time are you thinking?”
“Four or so?” he grunts, making me nod. I need a shower and to wash my hair something fierce, so that’ll work for me. I’m not high maintenance, but my hair is a point of pride for me.
“Works for me. See you later,” I tell him, hanging up as I back up the truck and drive to Bluebell’s apartment. Soon, this will be my apartment complex as well, though I don’t plan to tell her quite yet.
Listening to the radio of a new up and coming artist who is an omega and has been taking the world by fire, I go through my list yet again until I pull into a guest parking spot. I’ll have a permanent spot soon, and it won’t be such a chore every time I leave.
Climbing out, I walk slowly up the stairs to the apartment. Knocking, I raise my brow when Cerenity herself opens the door.
“Oh darn, I thought you’d left forever,” she deadpans, stepping back to let me in.
“I am forever,” I counter as I step forward. “I’m not going anywhere, so it would be easier if you accepted that.”
Cerenity breathes me in as I close the door and walk closer to her, nostrils flaring.
“You seem very certain about that when I’ve done nothing but show you it’s the last thing I want or need,” she growls, making my cock hard.
Fuck, I love her spirit. The fire in her, even when she’s been knocked around, is inspiring.
“Such a bratty little omega,” I rumble, my lips pulled into a smile as I rub my thumb over the pulse in her neck. It’s jumping wildly, though I’m not sure if it’s due to terror or desire.
Her pupils are blown, her pussy slicking, because I can smell its delicious scent, so I know what I want it to be. Assumptions lead even the best to ruin, so I choose to avoid them.
“Fuck off,” she mutters, though she doesn’t look away. Cerenity is wearing a pair of cut off shorts, a green midriff tank-top that says ‘not today, Satan,’ and knee high socks. I don’t think she knows how delicious she looks, and I roll my lips inward, so the words won’t escape.
“I would love to, after I take a shower,” I murmur, continuing to stroke her pulse. I can almost feel the building whine she’s holding back, and it’s absolutely beautiful. “What are your plans today?”
“To not kill the insufferable alphas who won’t leave me alone,” she sasses. “I swear you’re everywhere.”
“Maybe, but we’re yours,” I growl, feeling the goosebumps rising along her skin.
“By force,” she grunts. Her words hurt me a bit more than I thought, even though I deserve them. I didn’t think through the handcuffs, and her wrists are still wrapped. Fuck, I hurt her.
“Eh, the ball is in your cart, baby girl,” I say. “You need to decide what to do with it. Are you going to finally break down and admit you know what I smell like?”
Cerenity shakes her head and sticks out her tongue, making me bark out a laugh. This is more progress than I expected. I am still going to make my moves in the meantime, while she finds her way. That’s the best I can do to keep her choices in tact.