Page 95 of The Forgotten

He is…gorgeous. Light brown hair slightly lighter than what’s on his head graces his chest, and tattoos glide up his arms. His lips are parted open as he pants from the pain, his body forcing the large dildo further into his ass. It’s mounted on a sturdy frame that’s latched across the huge bed, and looks like it’s removable.

Pulling off my shirt, I toss it onto the chair beside me, and my pants meet the same fate. God, I can’t stop staring at him. A feeling of anxiety swirls inside of me. This is too strong of a feeling for me to have for someone I’ve never met before. I can’tquite smell him past the candle he has burning, a spicy vanilla scent that reminds me of Cian.

Palming my cock through my boxers, I watch as the omega licks his lips as his gaze lands on what my hand is covering.

“What’s your name?” I ask, my voice gruff and commanding.

His long lashes flutter over his cheeks, and I notice that his rhythm is flagging as he fucks himself. Reaching over, I spank his lower cheek, making him gasp before he begins to fuck himself on the dildo with renewed fervor.

“Don’t stop while you speak to me,” I murmur, pulling off my socks as well. “Now answer my last question. Can you remember what it was?”

“My name…” he trails off, gasping for air as his hand strokes himself hard. Fuck, he needs to come so badly. The crown of his cock is red, angry, and dripping with slick onto the bedsheets.

“Mmmhmm. Don’t hold back on my account. Fuck your hand until you’re coming on the sheets. It’s going to get messy fast if I have anything to do with it,” I say.

“My… Oh god,” he moans. “My name is Kevin.”

His eyes roll back as he comes hard, his cum painting the sheets. It’s never ending, and I suddenly need a taste. Climbing onto the bed, I drop my tongue as I get into the path of his cum so it’ll splash over my tongue. The flavor of chocolate fudge is rich and intoxicating, making me acknowledge my sweet tooth.

Groaning, I suck on the crown of his cock, uncaring that his messy fingers are tangled in my hair. Moving down, I place my hands on his thighs and push him further onto the dildo, making him scream as he takes it.

Kevin is trying to play it safe when he wants a thick cock slamming into his ass instead. That won’t do. I deep throat his thick cock while I bounce him hard on the dildo, enjoying his noises. While we definitely aren’t scent matched, there’s a connection here.

I’ll need to ride out his heat with him and figure out why I want to stick this omega in my pocket and take him home. The very thought is ridiculous but he’s a beefcake of an omega. He’s fucking perfect.

“Alpha…fuck, please,” he whines.

I simply swallow around his cock, forcing him to enjoy my mouth hug while I stretch his ass with the toy. If there was someone else here, then we’d be doing something else. Instead, I have to make what I have at my disposal work for us.

My full weight is on his thighs as my hands pin them down, pushing him to take the knot on the toy when the door snicks open. Kevin is inconsolable, begging me to work his ass harder, and his dick tastes like the world’s best fudge creamsicle.

It turns out I wasn’t sad and confused, I just needed to dominate an omega.

I can’t ask who is at the door, and Kevin is too far gone to be able to. The padding of feet get closer as Kevin’s fingers hold tightly to my hair, and my nose is continually pulled tightly to his pubic bone before I’m released slightly so I can breathe. It’s a game of cat and mouth for cum.

It may be becoming one of my favorites.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” a voice says, surprise riding on the tailend of disgust.

“Alpha?” Kevin asks, his heavy lids opening to take in Cian. “You’re here.”

Do they know each other? Did I just inadvertently suck off Cian’s new boyfriend and not know it? Jesus, that would be just my luck.

Pulling off Kevin’s cock, I can feel the drool still connecting me to him. Cian’s face is thunderous as he stands there half dressed, trying to figure out what’s happening.

“I just got here,” I tell him. “I had no idea you’d also be in this room.”

Cian dismisses my presence before taking in Kevin’s disheveled appearance.

“You’ve been avoiding me, little omega,” he purrs. “Don’t you know that fate has a way of throwing people together?”

I almost swallow my tongue as Cian climbs onto the bed and kisses Kevin hard. Goddamn, why is that so damn hot? Also, is he talking to me about fate too?

Because avoiding him is clearly not working.

“You…scare me,” Kevin rasps, his chest heaving.

“We need to discuss that more later,” Cian grumbles.