Page 7 of A Real Alpha (Lunar City)

Connor

The sound of the door opening gently from the other room pulled all my attention like it was a lifeline.

Oscar was back.

Finally.

I stilled as best I could, listening for any sounds from Roscoe, but all I heard was Oscar creeping through the living room, probably to set him down to sleep. I hoped with everything in me that he was asleep because I couldn't hold out for much longer.

I was lying in Oscar’s bed, surrounded by his scent while trying desperately to keep the pain of ignored arousal at bay. And failing miserably. My own hands were useless. I needed an alpha. I needed Oscar.

In fact, the idea of anyone but him touching me nearly made me want to cry. I'd never felt that way before during a heat. Normally, any alpha would do, but I had no doubt that I would fight off anyone else who tried to touch me.

Trembling, I reached between my legs, stroking my slick hole and hoping he would scent me. I waited... but nothing happened. The bedroom door didn't open. Oscar didn't come to my rescue. He was too much of a gentleman and I’d made it too clear that I didn't want his affection from the start.

I swallowed, squeezing my eyes shut. I could barely think straight. Another hour and I would be delirious. There was no time to waste.

But I could barely move, and I couldn't get to my feet. Even sitting up proved to be a struggle, but I managed to do it, bracing on my hands and wincing at the feeling of the cushions pushing up against my swollen hole.

“Oscar!” I called.

My voice sounded strained even to my own ears and weak enough that there was a chance that Roscoe didn't even hear it. For a moment there was no response and tears of frustration filled my eyes. I needed him but I couldn't go get him.

Then, to my relief, there was the sound of footsteps quietly approaching followed by a gentle knock on the door.

“I'm here,” Oscar said from outside and even just his voice made some of the pain uncoil in my body.

“Open the door,” I whispered.

There was another long pause and then, he did.

For a moment, Oscar just looked at me, like he couldn't believe the sight of me naked in his bed. Within seconds, his eyes darkened with desire, and he gripped the doorframe tight as my pheromones washed over him.

“Where's Roscoe?” I asked.

“Sleeping in the living room.”

God, his voice, deep with want, was like a hot bath washing over me.

“Good,” I whispered. “I need you.”

He swallowed, then stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

I nodded but he didn't move, and I realized that he needed me to make the first move.

I wanted to, I really did, but?—

“I can't walk,” I chuckled breathlessly, on the verge of tears if he didn’t touch me soon. “Please don't make me crawl over there.”

He let out the breath he'd been holding and hurried to the bed, yanking his shirt over his head. He exposed a surprisingly strong-looking chest with a spray of fine hair, wide shoulders, and a lovely frame.

He was nothing like Harry who was big and gruff like a bear.

To me, there was something welcoming about his body, something that invited my touch.

As soon as he was near enough, I reached for him, feeling his warm skin against my fingertips as he crawled onto the bed, moving as though he was magnetically attracted first and foremost to my lips.

The shock of his lips against mine took my breath away.

His kiss was passionate and deep, and he pushed me until I was flat on my back.

Oscar hovered above, but he didn't crush or suffocate me.

He kept his weight mostly off me, tasting my lips and moaning like I was the first meal he'd eaten in days.

His tongue delved into my mouth and the sensation on the roof of my mouth with my over-sensitized nerves had me arching up, seeking more comfort, more relief.

Next, he bit my lip gently and then released me to lean forward and press his neck against my nose.

I gasped, my arms flying around his back to pull him in closer, drawing in his heady alpha scent with a moan. My head swam from his pheromones, eyelids drooping, relief flooding my whole body because it knew it was finally about to get what it needed.

“Are you one-hundred percent sure you want me, Connor?” Oscar breathed against my cheek, his lips dragging against my jaw.

The question registered a bit slow, but when it did, I laughed. Most alphas would just take under the guise of helping an omega out.

“I knew you were different,” I mumbled, and he lifted enough to look me in the eyes, shaking his head.

“I hate that,” he whispered and then kissed me deeply, making me forget we were even talking before he pulled back to say more. “The thought of anyone touching you or hurting you kills me.”

My eyes fluttered shut.

“You can make things right by fucking me,” I informed him. “Make me forget everyone but you.”

I could tell by his gaze that he took it as a challenge.

He straightened, pulled his pants open, and took an agonizingly long few seconds kicking them off.

My mouth went dry at the first sight of his cock, already so hard and red and desperate for my body.

“Normally I would go slow?—”

“No,” I said, shaking my head, “I can't wait.”

Luckily, he didn't make me.

Without needing any prep after hours alone, he lined his wide tip with my entrance and then braced himself on the bed, his gaze fixed on my face as he pushed into me.

I opened for him eagerly, lifting my hips off the bed to take him deeper, barely able to breathe until he was seated all the way in, his balls against my ass.

My head fell back, pleasure overwhelming me at the stretch of his cock and his heat and his scent.

“Oh, fuck,” I gasped as he started to move, already knowing that I wouldn't last long, that I was probably moments from finishing.

Oscar's arms shook on the bed, but he kept going, even after I reached down, clasping my sensitive cock, and stroked until I was arching off the bed with a weak cry, cumming. But that wasn't enough, though. I needed my alpha to finish if my heat was really going to end.

Oscar let out a groan, bending over me. He pressed my knees up high, losing his rhythm as he pumped into me. Honestly, it was a relief to know that he couldn't hold out either.

With a sudden groan, he pressed his hips down, getting as deep as he could, his entire body trembling as he emptied into me.

His seed ignited me one more time, filling me with an overwhelming surge of pleasure and taking me over the edge one last time.

Gasping, I held on tight and rode out the wave of this orgasm, knowing it was the last one, the one that would end my unbearable heat.

Finally, both of us collapsed against the covers. Exhausted, I could barely stay awake long enough to feel his knot forming.

I woke up some time later to the most peculiar thing.

Soft, sensual kisses on my cheek and neck.

I let out a soft moan, realizing that Oscar must have pulled out of me before his knot formed or I surely would have felt it.

I should’ve known he would be polite like that.

He wouldn't knot me without asking first.

He wasn't Harry.

The kisses stopped and I cracked an eye open to see why, finding Oscar watching me. God, he looked good ruffled and freshly satisfied. I could get used to this.

“What's wrong?” he asked. “You were frowning.”

I blinked and realized what I had been thinking of. “I was thinking how different this is,” I admitted. “I was thinking that you're nothing like the alpha I ran away from.”

Now he frowned, watching me. “What was he like?”

I glanced away, trying to think of a way to explain. “He only cared about himself. He was possessive. He... kept me and Roscoe locked in the apartment for months.”

My voice kept getting quieter and quieter as I spoke. I felt ashamed for having allowed it, but I hadn't had anywhere else to go and Harry had wanted me. I'd thought that counted for something, that maybe he would change.

I didn't need to say any of that though. I couldn't bring myself to and Oscar didn't push me to continue. Instead, he dipped his head and gave me one of those loving kisses on the lips this time.

“Well, you're here now,” he whispered against my lips. “You're safe with me.”

My entire body tingled as he kissed me again.

It was wrong to feel hope, but Oscar was the type of alpha I'd always wished for, and thought wasn't possible or real.

He was the type of man I could spend my life with.

He was someone that made me feel something that seemed to be deeper than attraction and want, though I couldn't define what it was I felt.

My eyes drooped shut as the kiss deepened. Even though my heat had just passed, I wanted him again—until a cry tore through the apartment.

Roscoe had woken up and wasn't happy.

For a moment, panic swept through me, wiping away all the good feelings that I'd had. Harry had always gotten mad if we were interrupted. He’d wanted to finish first, even if Roscoe was crying. Even if it made me feel like a terrible daddy and like the world was ending.

Before I could react, Oscar chuckled and pushed away.

“Let's press pause for now,” he said lightheartedly, pulling on his pants. “You rest, I've got him.”

And just like that, he left to attend to my baby so I could rest. Without being asked to.

For a minute, I laid there, completely stunned, listening to the sounds of him comforting Roscoe. Peace washed over me. This . This was where we were supposed to be.