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Coming for me? Why did everything sound like sex?

Night, alpha.

Night, omega.

There was no way I could go to sleep now without doing something to take the pressure off. And I had some very interesting visuals of Pascal in boxers, briefs, or nothing, to fuel my imagination.

Was he thinking of me, too? I squeezed my shaft and rubbed the head of my cock, imagining that it wasn’t my hand but his touching me. That he was rubbing his fingers along my crack, feeling the slick, knowing it was for him…

I would reach for him, too. Would bend down and close my lips over his tip, licking the droplet of precum away before sucking him into my mouth, taking him into my throat and licking, sucking, and moaning.

He would grip my head with his fingertips, fucking my mouth, and I’d let him, love it, and enthusiastically swallow every drop of his cum, showing him how much I wanted him.

My cum poured over my hand and left me shaking and panting. I cleaned up and crawled back into bed, no pajamas this time. As my eyes closed, the chime had me grabbing my phone again.

Go to sleep now, omega.

I am. Now.

Did he know?

Chapter Thirteen

Pascal

I drove up with coffee and pastries from the bakery, no fool of an alpha. If I was making Rue wake up early on his day off, I’d better come with coffee. Not that Rue had ever shown even the slightest hint of fussiness, but coffee was always welcome this early.

“Good morning,” I said as he answered the door. His hair was still damp, and he wore a white polo with casual red shorts and running shoes. He had a bag in his hand. His cheeks were flushed.

“Good morning. I woke up late and rushed through the shower.”

“You look and smell fantastic to me. Ready to go? I’ve got coffee and all kinds of carbs in the car.”

He giggled. “You know the way to an omega’s heart.”

“I hope so,” I said but then turned, not waiting for his reaction. It was probably a blush that would make me want to do anything but take him out. In fact, it would make me want to keep him indoors for a long time.

We got into the car and talked on the way. He handed me pieces of cinnamon rolls and danishes from his hand. My bear approved of him feeding me. Soon I would feed him.

“Where are we going anyway?” he asked, once I turned off of the long highway.

“It’s a surprise,” I said. “Don’t you like surprises, Rue?”

“Sometimes, but you’ve just turned onto a road that only has a small airport. I’m not so fond of surprises today.”

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you. I have a plane here. I thought we’d take a flight today. No destination, just enjoy the beautiful day and the clear skies.”

“You rented a plane and a pilot? For a date?”

Well, shit. This wasn’t going as planned. “No. I own a plane. It’s stored here. And I’m the pilot. If you’re scared of flying…”

“No.” He put his hand on my arm, and suddenly the world was right again. I’d do just about anything to have him touch me again. “I’m kind of in shock. You do realize this is a unique date, right?”

I nodded. “I do. If it’s too much, I can bring us somewhere else.”

“No way,” he said, smiling. “I’m looking forward to it. I bet you’re…I bet you’re…” He stammered over the words.

“What? Omega, tell me.”