Page 3 of No Strings Attached (Omega’s Preference #4)

Jamie

A long, unfiltered moan falls from my lips as Olivia digs her fingers into my waist, my beautiful Alpha finally slipping that dildo into my ass, the squelch of lube easing the slide.

It vibrates softly, providing stimulation to both us.

Relief bleeds through me as the chaos in my head quiets, only thoughts of my Alpha running through my mind.

We don’t do this often. Hell, we don’t have time, but goddess, it’s the one thing I look forward to.

The moment when she consumes every part of me.

Her pupils are fully blown as I drag her down into another kiss, one of my hands tangling in her wavy strands.

The other settles on her chest, kneading her tit in my palm, the darkness of her skin contrasting with my pale flesh.

“My beautiful goddess,” I purr, tasting her lips as she pulls out and thrusts back into me.

My back arches off the pillows and I reach down to grab my cock, stroking it in tandem with her thrusts.

A grunt tears from my throat as she picks up her pace, that wild animalistic look in her eyes bleeding into pleasure. I clench up first, hating that I won’t last long to draw out this moment. Still, I squeeze my cock anyway, trying to stave off my release as she pounds into me.

“You take me so beautifully,” she murmurs against my mouth. Her lips trail down to my jaw, sucking as she goes. There will be marks there in the morning but fuck, I hope everyone will be able to see what she does to me. And then she sucks the bondmark on my shoulder into her mouth and I’m a goner.

I cry out as I spill between us, come coating our stomachs as she continues to thrust inside of me until she’s coming too, my Alpha collapsing on top of me.

Her berry scent explodes through the air as she rolls onto her side, the dildo slipping out of my ass and leaving me empty all over again.

I bite back the whine, though, watching as she discards the strap-on.

Despite my orgasm still running through me, I stumble over to the attached bathroom for a washcloth and warm water, returning to clean us both up until I’m satisfied. Had it been another time, I would have cleaned my Alpha up properly, with my tongue until she was squirming for another release.

“God, I never get tired of watching you fall apart,” Olivia whispers. She reaches out to me just as I discard the cloths on top of our clothes. She snuggles into my chest, my arms going around her shoulders as I hold her there. “Better, babe?” Her voice hums against my skin.

“Mmm, yes. Now, I get to hold you in your nest until we ultimately have to do something else. No work. No Mr. Hart. Just us. How’s that sound?” I press a kiss to her forehead, Olivia’s only response a mere nod.

Seconds later, her heavy breaths meet my ears, my beautiful Alpha finally relaxed.

Goddess, I had no idea she was that tired.

She feels perfect against me, like this is where we both belong, in a cloud of pillows.

Just us, tangled in this secret space where she can be soft, where I can take care of her.

But my mind won’t stay quiet. It never does after moments like these, when we’re close and the world feels small.

I keep thinking about her, about us, about what’s missing .

We’ve been in love since we were teenagers, sneaking kisses behind the school gym, stealing moments in the back of my old pickup truck under the stars.

We built Dane Productions from nothing, poured our hearts into every indie film, every late-night edit session.

This nest, her haven, is part of that life we made together.

I love that about her, the way she carves out her own rules.

But lately, I see it in her eyes, that flicker of need she doesn’t say out loud.

I’m not enough anymore. She needs something more, someone dominant who can meet her in a way I can’t.

And if I’m honest with myself, I need a dominance she can’t provide either. I hate it.

My chest aches with it, not from jealousy or anger but from wanting her to have everything. I’ve always wanted that—her happiness, her smile, the one that lights up her brown eyes and makes my heart stutter.

We’ve tried bringing others into our home, Alphas who seemed like they could fit. But it’s always the same. They either disrespect our bond, looking at me like I’m some obstacle to shove aside, or they try to control her, dimming her fire with their need to dominate.

The second I see discomfort in her face, I pull her out.

No hesitation, no second chances. Not one of those Alphas have ever made it to that final step, to Olivia’s nest. My job is to make her smile, to keep her safe, but it’s getting harder.

Every third we try leaves her frustrated, leaves us both wanting, and I hate it.

I hate that I can’t be everything for her.

“Stop thinking about it, Jamie,” Olivia mumbles against me, her voice cutting through my spiral. She shifts a little and props herself up on one elbow, her eyes locking onto mine. “I’m okay.”

I shake my head, my fingers still tangled in her hair, the strands silky under my touch. “I’m going to find someone,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper. “They’re going to be perfect for you, okay?”

She snorts, a small smile tugging at her lips. “You’re perfect for me.”

I laugh, but it’s bittersweet, the sound catching in my throat. “And I’m not enough.” Her smile drops, and I rush on before she can argue, my hand sliding to cup her face. “No, it’s okay, love. I’m not mad. Never mad. If I could be that last puzzle piece for you, fuck, I would.”

The memories from years ago flood back, making me laugh. I tried to play the stern Alpha, pinning her down, growling orders like I’d seen in movies. It was awkward, like wearing boots two sizes too big.

She squirmed and not in the good way, her eyes wide with discomfort.

We ended up laughing, tangled in the sheets, both admitting it wasn’t us.

I’m not built for that. I love taking care of her.

That’s my strength, my joy. But Olivia? Sometimes she wants to submit, to let go completely, to hand over the control she carries like armor.

Other times, she wants to take over, leading with a fire that makes my knees weak. I can’t be both for her, not the way she needs, and it kills me.

She reaches up to cup my face as well, her thumb brushing through my beard. “You’re enough,” she says, her eyes burning into mine. “We’ll figure it out. Why don’t you find something for dinner? Hmm?”

I frown, confused at the change of conversation until she starts patting around the pillows only to unearth her phone and hand it to me. I just stare at the screen. If anything, we should be thinking about lunch.

She laughs at my confusion. “Jamie, not actual dinner, you fool. We have the gala for that. We haven’t ventured onto O-Nights for a while. I thought that maybe we can cut out early and have a little fun. How about that?”

I know she’s just saying that to make me feel better.

We frequented the app a few years ago, finding one-night stands to spice up our already perfect life.

It started out just for fun and then morphed into a way to hopefully find a permanent third.

Nothing ever panned out but we still swipe through the options every now and then.

Being in such a small city, though, didn’t afford very many options.

I take her phone and unlock it before navigating to the app, a picture from two years ago smiling back at me. We really need to update that.

“Oh, we were so cute there,” Olivia muses.

“You’re still cute, Alpha.”

She snorts. “If anyone is cute, it’s not me.

My 31 st birthday was a few months ago. You, however…

” She nuzzles into my shoulder as I playfully swat her away.

I’m only a year younger than she is, but we throw around the quip all the time.

“Oh, seventeen likes? We must be famous or something. Let’s see if there’s any fresh meat in Harlen Grove. ”

I have to focus with her heat now pressed up against my back, her chin hovering over my shoulder. And then I start swiping. “Nope,” I mutter. “Ew. Oh god, definitely not him.” I pause, squinting at a familiar profile. “Remember him? Total asshole at that premiere.”

Olivia wraps her arms around my stomach, humming as I come up on another profile. “Fuck, that guy looks like he’d lecture us on crypto.”

I twist around to lay on my stomach, Olivia pressed up against my side, half of her body draped over mine.

I continue swiping, even as her hand dips down my back, moving to caress my ass cheek.

None of these men or women are anything like what we need.

Either too dominant, not dominant enough, someone we know, or assholes we’ve already tried.

A gasp falls from my lips as two fingers plunge into my ass, still coated with the lube from earlier. “Holy fuck, love.”

“Keep swiping,” she purrs, her voice a sultry command, “like a good boy and I’ll make you come.”

A whimper slips out, my body reacting to her words. I try to focus on the phone, my thumb shaky as I swipe left again. My cock twitches and I reach down instinctively to ease the pressure, but Olivia’s voice cuts through. “No. Hands on the phone. You’ll come when I say you do.”

I bite my lip, forcing my hands to stay on the device, my fingers gripping the edges.

Her fingers move inside me, each motion sending heat through my core.

I try to stay still, but my hips shift backward, chasing the sensation.

Another profile pops up. Too serious. Swipe left.

“This one’s got no vibe,” I mumble, my voice tight.

Olivia hums as the pressure continues to build, my breath hitching in my throat.

I swipe again and I almost swipe left before freezing.

The screen shows a man with short orange hair, a full beard, and piercing green eyes.

Muscular and tall, with a rugged edge to him that makes my heart skip.

He’s gorgeous, like he stepped out of some wild adventure, but there’s something else—a depth in his gaze, a hint of something real.

I let out a small gasp, my body trembling under Olivia’s touch. “I think I found the perfect person.”

Olivia leans forward, her breath warm against my ear as she nibbles gently, her fingers picking up speed.

“Oh, he’s gorgeous. Swipe right, babe,” she whispers, her voice thick with approval.

I do as she says just as I find myself being flipped over, Olivia sinking down on my cock all in one swift move.

“Make me come, Jamie. I want to come with you.”

She’s still in charge but I know every last soft spot of this woman, the parts that make her sing and the others that drive her crazy.

Her scent sharpens as I reach between us to pinch her clit, her pussy strangling my cock with her Alpha lock.

I’m at the edge, unable to hold back as my entire body starts to tremble.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I cry out, pumping up into her as I continue massaging her clit. I drag her down into a kiss with my free hand, before alternating my attention to her tit, my teeth tugging on her nipple until I feel her convulse around my cock.

She hums out a moan as her pussy completely locks down on me, one more thrust up inside of her pushing my knot into her.

It’s an almost unbearable pleasure as I come, both of us clinging together as our Alpha pheromones try to fight each other.

But the pain that comes from this moment is one we both relish in, our bodies fighting for dominance even when neither of us truly wants it.

Something tells me that the man we just found… Elias , might be everything we need and more.