Page 28 of Total Assist (For Puck’s Sake #13)

SHIVELY

I love waking up to Dasan. A warm breeze ruffles through the room, grabbing my hair on the way by.

I press my face into his ribs and take a deep breath.

He smells like sex and… Dasan—an earthy smell, though I don’t necessarily know that I can identify it.

Interestingly, he doesn’t smell like hockey at all, which is rather impressive and wonderful. Hockey isn’t a good scent.

Dasan hums and rolls to his side, bringing me to him. My nose drags along his flesh since I’m pressed so snugly close. His hand tangles in my hair at the back of my head to keep me tucked up tight.

I love this feeling. I love everything about it.

“G’morning, omega,” Dasan murmurs.

A smile spreads. “Good morning, Alpha.”

“Today seems like a good day to teach you what omegaverse is. What do you think?”

“How are you going to do that?”

“There’s a library on Bane, and it’s filled with queer books.”

“Really?” I ask. “How many books are there?”

“If I remember correctly, there are approximately ten thousand books within the library. And if I’m not making this up, they have e-readers that you can download books on and borrow while there.

Since there’s not widely available wifi for the masses who don’t have electronics anyway, they can’t be used for much else. ”

“Are there really that many queer books?” I ask, pulling back to look at Dasan in surprise. His smile makes my stomach flip.

“I don’t know. I anticipate that there are other things like non-fiction, science, and whatever mixed in.

But what I appreciate about the library’s website is that these aren’t just traditionally published queer books.

If we were only counting them, there wouldn’t be anywhere near ten thousand.

However, if we add in the independently published queer books? Maybe.”

“Huh,” I say. “I can’t imagine that many gay books.”

“Oh no. You misunderstand. I didn’t say anything about gay books.

I said queer. So anything other than the heteronormative lifestyle, right?

Bisexual individuals in straight-presenting relationships is still a queer book because it has a queer character as a main character.

I’m not going to get into the argument about main character versus side character though.

Personally, a book with two cis straight characters and a gay brother who has been banished from the family and maybe gets a paragraph of page time doesn’t count as a queer book with a queer character, but that’s just me. ”

I frown.

“But transgender characters? Intersex characters? Pansexual characters? Polyamorous relationships? There are a lot of things that define a queer book.”

“Ah. Sorry.”

Dasan kisses my nose. “Don’t be.”

“You sound like you’ve been… This is going to come out wrong because I was going to say you’ve been queer a long time.”

He laughs. “I have been, though not… I’ve never embraced it.

I’ve had moments and experiences here and there, but…

I don’t know. I guess I’ve never found a man that I wanted an actual relationship with, so I never truly owned that part of me.

Out loud, I’ve always said I’m straight, but in my head, that assertion has always been followed up with mostly .

It’s not out of shame or fear or whatever that I haven’t claimed my sexuality, though.

I guess I’ve never felt bisexual. Those moments happened, then I moved on.

Thinking a man is good looking never truly made me feel like that’s a bisexual thought.

I think it’s toxic sexuality if you think it’s gay to acknowledge someone of the same sex as attractive.

I don’t think doing so necessarily means you’re bisexual or gay or anything. I’m running in circles, aren’t I?”

“No. I’m following along. I get it.”

“Now, with you, I feel confident in the word. I feel like I can own it. That it’s mine.

I’m proudly bisexual, and now I think I feel comfortable enough to say that I’ve always been.

I’m aware that this is a me thing and there will be some people who will get their panties in a twist, but you know what?

They don’t get to label my sexuality any more than I get to label theirs, so they can just fuck right off and mind their own business. ”

“Wow. Hostile.”

Dasan sighs. “I’ve been friends with Felton long enough to become defensive.”

“I see that and also, that’s bullshit.”

“It is. But let’s move on to something less divisive. Plan today—breakfast, library, come back and read, ride my dick. Sound good?”

I smile broadly. “Yes. I’ll order breakfast.”

“Okay, good.” Dasan begins to push up, but I hold him back.

“Wait. I said I’d order. You don’t have to get up.”

He gives me an amused but super sexy smile, and my insides turn to molten fire. “I have to piss, darling,” Dasan says as he pulls my mouth to his. My cheeks flush. “Unless you think you can take a leak for me, this is something I need to get up for.”

“Fine. If you must.”

Chuckling, he climbs out of bed, and I watch the most gorgeous person in the world walk into the water closet. Taking a breath, I get up and order food to be delivered. Then I’m back on the bed where Dasan has returned.

“Morning ritual, omega.”

I don’t care for this morning and evening ritual thing. I’m running out of things I like about my body, though there are plenty of things I don’t like. That list hasn’t been exhausted yet.

“My hair,” I say.

Dasan glances up and runs his fingers through it. “Two weeks ago, it was a feature you didn’t like.”

“I don’t like the gray in my hair, but I like my hair. It’s usually very soft.”

“It is. I love your hair. And I love your gray.”

“I grayed early,” I mutter, hearing the pout in my voice.

“I love your grays,” he repeats, and his fingers run along the side of my head through the pool of gray there. “It’s stunning, but we’re not using your grays a second time.”

“I don’t like my ass,” I say. I’ve been saving this one. It’s weird to be self-conscious about my ass. As I look into Dasan’s eyes, I find he’s surprised.

“Why?”

“It’s… frumpy. There’s no shape except that it’s kind of flat.”

I’ve rendered this man speechless. He’s not even moving. Several seconds go by before his hand drops to grip my ass cheek. “This ass? You really don’t like this ass?”

My cheeks heat when I feel his hand grab me like that. Possessive. Firm. Sensual. Still, I shake my head. I’ve always appreciated that suits hide my ass well.

Dasan sighs. “Very well, omega.”

Thankfully, we don’t have a lot of time to talk about my ass since our breakfast arrives.

We eat outside, both naked. We dress and head for Bane Island and its library.

Honestly, I’m stupidly impressed by the number of books in the library.

There are definitely books besides romance and adventure and shit, like science and biography and all sorts of things.

But it’s overwhelmingly romance of some kind, ranging from clean to erotic.

I love everything about it.

However, Dasan remains focused. He checks out an e-reader where he’s downloaded a couple different omegaverse for us to peruse, then we head back to our cottage, strip down again, and find the perfect spot to read.

Which happens to be a large, round chair/bed/couch outside under some still-filling-in trees.

“Mouth on my dick,” Dasan says, and I rearrange to take him into my mouth. I love the way he hums as soon as I have him between my lips.

His cock twitches, stiffening a little, but it isn’t long before we both settle in.

One of his hands goes straight to my hair, then he begins reading to me.

I pay close attention, not letting myself nod off as I usually do when I suckle his perfect dick with that sexy ass barbell running through it.

“I DON’T WANT TO GO WITH YOU. LET ME GO. HELP ME. I DON’T KNOW YOU; STOP TOUCHING ME. LET ME GO. HELP ME. HELP ME.”

Help did not come. The three men continued to drag me through the crowd toward a back door instead of the front.

The world around me went by in a blur, as if I was moving slowly and everything else was on fast forward.

Tears tracked down my face, obscuring my vision as I continued to frantically yell.

I tried to let my weight fall, give them a dead body to drag away, but there were enough of them that I remained upright. If I forced them to carry me, someone would have to see and act. It would be obvious that they were abducting me.

Oh my god, they were abducting me. I was going to be sold.

I screamed as loudly as I could. Just one long sound of terror and desperation. They hit me, several times all over my body. It didn’t stop my screaming.

Then it felt like we hit a wall. I choked on the thick air that vibrated with anger.

One of the men holding my arm was wrenched off.

I blinked rapidly several times as I tried to catch my breath.

The only sound that met my ears as the three burly men in front of me tore the betas to pieces (I’m only slightly exaggerating as blood made the floor slick and breaking bones echoed in my ears) was my own constant whine.

I lost track of time. One minute, I was watching alphas destroy the betas who’d tried to take me, and the next, I was being picked up off the floor where I was sobbing through my whining. I was trembling so badly I was surprised he managed to pick me up.

But he did. He picked me up and held me to his chest, his purring strong and loud as he put me in a tight hold.

“I got you,” he said, his voice a deep tenor. “You’re safe now. It’s alright, omega. I got you, precious. Shhh, it’s okay.”

The world fell away as the stress became too much and I passed out.

“Are they all like this?” I ask, eyebrows knitting together.

Dasan smiles. “This part is mostly world building. All authors have their own rules within their omegaverse, so this scene truly sets the tone. But now we’re going to get into what I love about an alpha and omega book.”