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Chapter 12

Apollo

I booked this hotel room for the purpose of the two possible outcomes of the date. For when it either turned out how I wanted, or in case it didn’t go well at all and I needed a safe place to retreat to. I gotta say I’m very much pleased it’s the former…

Hell, I can hardly remember how we got inside.

My mind buzzes with excitement and arousal over something so unusual and fresh. As soon as the door shuts after us, Kobe’s lips are on mine. I figured there would be more behind that delicate, bashful mask of his. That deep down, he’s as hungry as everybody else.

He kisses me deeply and I eagerly yield to him, drawing in the slowly intensifying scent of his pheromones. Pushing me against the wall and his body into mine, I feel the outline of his erection pressing against my own. Cautiously, his rough fingers glide up my thigh and slip underneath the fabric of the dress.

Kobe pauses, opening his eyes to give me a questioning glance. Asking for permission. The notion of it is almost as amusing as it is sweet.

Smirking, I nod before grabbing at the back of his neck and kissing him again. His muscles tense against me and his hand quickly finds my constricting lace underwear.

“Get it off,” I whisper between the increasingly more labored breaths we take. Just the thought of Kobe undressing me gets me that much harder.

He seems to be getting worked up too, judging by the way he yanks my panties down. I let out a deep sigh of release as my cock finally bounces free. It’s been a while since anything sexual has felt like…this. Nothing like when I’m with a client. There’s a charge. A powerful force of electric desire that surges through me.

The heat raises into my head, filling it to the brim with this dangerously intense kind of passion. As Kobe kisses and rubs his thumb against my cheek while doing so, I’m reminded of those faint images that had appeared inside my mind before. The ones that made me want to ask him to do this in the first place.

That’s right. I want him. In an unusual, unfamiliar position.

Is he going to want me the same way?

I don’t let the doubt take over me. Instead, while I still hold him by the nape, I use my knee resting between his legs to push him away just enough to gain some momentum and space to flip our positions.

Kobe lets out a surprised gasp once I twist him around and press his cheek against the wall, steadying myself behind him. As I put my chest against his back and playfully nibble at his ear, I feel the vibrations of his pounding heart.

“What do you say about you letting me take the lead?” I ask, skillfully undoing his pants with my hand and grabbing his cock before he can even respond. Kobe whimpers and arches his ass out, forcing me to bite down on my lip as he grinds against me.

Shit… Why is this turning me on so much?

“I have considerably more experience, anyway,” I whisper, tempting him further, though he’s already more than responsive. “So…will you bottom for me?” A part of me hardly believes I’m asking that question. When was the last time I topped? It must have been ages ago, when one of the few clients asked me. I never enjoyed it, not really. Never sought it out, that’s for sure. Not even in my personal life.

Right now, it’s all I can think about. I want nothing but for him to say yes and dread the possibility of his denial. But if Kobe does, if he says no, I would never push it further.

“Mhmmm,” I hear him mutter while nodding, cheek still pressed against the wall.

I begin stroking him slowly. “Do you usually top?” His cock is the perfect thickness for me to wrap my fingers around. It bends the slightest bit to the side naturally.

Kobe’s legs tremble with pleasure, so much so they threaten to buckle until he shifts to make himself steady again. Using my free hand, I slide it under his shirt and caress his chest while kissing on his ear.

He gulps loudly before nodding.

I can’t explain the sadistic glee I get from what is happening right now. I just know that I’m craving more. All of it. “But because it’s me, you’ll let me do it?” I continue, feeding off the lovely scent of his mounting pheromones. I don’t know why I need him to say it. Need to hear it out loud. “Is it what you really want?”

“I want it,” he whispers, voice trembling. “I d-don’t mind either way, so…yes. I do want you…inside me.” He glances back at me, mouth opening as he lets out aroused huffs with my every stroke. Meeting his lustful gaze stokes the fires inside me even higher. Smiling, I lean in for a kiss. It’s messy and slobbery and so not enough.

Kobe’s pants fall down to his knees when he stirs in front of me. I use the hand that isn’t busy stroking that lovely, pulsing cock to teasingly brush against his tailbone before slipping under his briefs and right between his cheeks. Hot, wet goodness greets me, coupled with another glorious moan out of his mouth.

“Your hole’s dripping for me,” I whisper into his ear, feeling my own cock twitch as I say it. I want to play with him a little more before we move to the bed. Just a while longer. “You haven’t taken your suppressants today, have you?”

How he tenses up is my immediate answer. Chuckling against the skin on his neck, I slide two fingers into him, making his back arch and knees buckle together.

“Your pheromones are much stronger than usual. Did you not take them for me to sense you better tonight?”

“Apollo…” he whimpers desperately, like it’s all he can do. Even though him saying my name in that way sends a surge of electricity through me, I know a warning when I hear one and slow down so that Kobe doesn’t come too early.

But the fact that he was so close already… Oh, it makes me rabid.

Excitement burns through me like a wildfire. Is this how Jasper feels when he has me under him, in his full control? When he fucks me mercilessly and calls me his?

I quickly purge the thought of him. Today isn’t about Jasper. It’s about me and Kobe. About whatever the fuck I feel like doing.

Letting Kobe catch his breath and get himself somewhat together, I step away. He pushes himself off the wall with his arm and slowly turns around to face me. His usually tan cheeks are painted with a lovely maroon undertone. Droplets of sweat glisten under the short curls falling into his face, a few of them running down the side of it.

He meets my gaze and licks his lips, sighing deeply. For a moment, I wonder if I’ve gone too far. This isn’t like me. This isn’t how I do things. None of it is. And I’m no fool—I know well how he expected tonight to go. It wasn’t with him bottoming, that’s for sure.

Almost as though Kobe can detect what I’m thinking, or the hint of my hesitancy, he makes a step toward me and as he kicks off his shoes to be able to shed his pants fully, he comes in for another kiss, more fearless and wanting than the last. He’s being loud and clear without saying a single word. ‘Keep going.’

Relief reinvigorates me. I slide the dress off my body and work on helping unbutton his shirt while he grabs my cheek, holding me close as we make out.

He pauses and opens his eyes. “What about your wig? I don’t want it to get—” Before he can finish the sentence, I pull it off in one swoop together with the wig cap and throw them to the side. I don’t care about the damn wig, how I look, or anything else.

Pulling him toward me by those muscular shoulders the moment he’s finally completely naked, I back us up to the bed and push Kobe down on it.

I marvel at the sight of him—legs open, rigid cock resting against his lightly defined abs. There are some scars across his chest and one on his hip. Breathing deeply, I lean into the mattress with my knee, lingering over him while his gaze follows me. I touch a scar I notice on his thigh first, barely visible over his dark body hair. Then I gently slide over his skin to the scar near his ribs, making Kobe shiver and tense his muscles again.

Usually, I would look at the scars on those men that fuck me as a symbol of the things they’ve done. The dangerous, violent lives they’re living.

These ones…I just want to kiss. For some reason, I’m unable to see Kobe as the same monster as the rest of them, but a victim. Someone who’s been hurt. Who bled and suffered, like I have.

I reach his face, kneeling over him with only a few inches between us.

The way his eyes hang on my lips, waiting for instructions, ignites a fire within me again. “Get on your knees for me,” I say, grabbing his chin briefly.

Kobe’s pheromones radiate out in a wave, a scent of wet pine wrapping around me like a hug. I look down on my cock, glistening with a bead precum already, and all I think about is how much I need to see it buried deep inside his ass.

While Kobe does as he’s told, I quickly jump off the bed to take condoms out of my purse. There might be the most unlikely, ridiculously low chances of an omega getting another omega pregnant, but I’m not going to risk it, not to mention being responsible for any other health complications. He’s so weirdly innocent. It’s painfully obvious he doesn’t normally do this. I owe him to be safe, at least.

I put the condom on. When I turn around again, the sight of Kobe on his knees, ass up and open, waiting for me, nearly stops my heart.

“If only you could see yourself right now…” My pulse pounds in my ears as I get back on the bed and my hands buzz in anticipation of seizing his hips.

Kobe looks at me over his shoulder. The unmistakable glimpse of shame mixed with shyness in his eyes makes him that much more irresistible. I smirk to myself at the idea of him in my bed, watching himself in the ceiling mirror while I fuck him. Wouldn’t that make his cheeks even redder than they are now? What a sight that would be…

“What is it about you that gets me so damn turned on?” I ask while rubbing my cock against his twitching, dripping hole. It pulses, opening and tensing up sharply with his heavy breaths.

Kobe quickly hangs his head back down, almost trembling with anticipation. “I—ah, fuck—have no idea.”

I enter him slowly, expecting more resistance considering his usual preference of topping, but there’s a perfect amount of tightness. He feels good. So good. The ring of muscle at the entrance spreads and wraps around me tightly, sending intense shivers down my spine.

“That’s it. Shit… Look at you taking me,” I whisper, letting go of his hip to caress his back until I reach his nape. Kobe exhales shakily, mouth still open wide as he turns to face me again, eyes glazed over with desire. I see myself in him—see that image of an omega, melting at the touch of the dominant above them, helpless and willing, and so undeniably erotic at their very core. Like he was made to do this one singular thing. To look this flawless and insanely irresistible.

I groan, letting that urge pulse through me with all its intensity.

Kobe moans sweetly when I begin thrusting faster. He sucks in my cock eagerly, root to stem, while arching his back and moving his ass against me. We quickly sync up into a perfect tempo.

The lust that builds in my chest almost scares me. I tighten my grip on his nape, holding him down against the bed, and he lets me. He makes the most delicious sounds into the pillow and grips the blanket under him as I fuck him rougher and rougher, nearly knocking him off balance on his knees with every thrust.

“Do you like the feel of my cock deep inside of you? Tell me.” I kneel down over him, hand resting next to his face.

Kobe shivers, nodding sharply. But it’s not enough. I need to hear it.

“Come on, Kobe.” To be able to use my other hand while fucking him, I rest my chest against his back. We stick together with sweat, hot and heavy with the scent of our pheromones mixing and filling the room. “Tell me,” I urge him, grabbing his cock.

Kobe jerks like I just hurt him. Only when he cries out and starts twitching in my hand do I realize I put him over the edge. His entire body quivers underneath me and all I can do is watch with my lips parted, saliva pooling at the bottom of my mouth, while my heart goes amok.

I would’ve probably come too if I haven’t had so much practice and experience with having to hold back and edge for hours.

Releasing my tight grip on his cock with the last few softer strokes to help him ride it out, I slow down my thrusts. “It felt that good?” I ask, a mocking undertone in my voice.

The chuckle that comes out of Kobe surprises me.

Smirking to myself, I wait for him to turn to me. There really is something about a look a man has on his face right after an orgasm. Something about the rawness of his expression and that spent spark in his eyes that makes me…

“Keep going,” he whispers, even if his words are labored and eyelids heavy. I swallow, hesitating. “You can keep going. Keep…fucking me. Your cock feels so good,” Kobe says, staring at me, unabashed and desperate. “I want to feel you erupt inside me.”

Damn. Seems he’s got a slutty side to him, after all.

There’s no stopping the tsunami of lust what he said set in motion. I pick up my tempo again and raise the hand that made him come undone to his face. I slide three fingers into his mouth and Kobe starts sucking them obediently, closing his eyes like he wholly enjoys it.

And just like that, I feel my own pleasure rising to the boiling point. Everything about this scene. Everything about what’s happening in this room, what he’s letting me do, what I’m doing.

It feels right. So damn right.

Freeing. Honest. Like nothing has felt in years.

Opening my mouth, I breathe sharply, allowing the building pressure to mount and feeling it with my whole being. I hang my head back, crying out softly with the last deep thrust inside Kobe. I don’t have to watch myself, or act or do anything for anyone else. I’m allowed to enjoy the pure ecstasy buzzing through my fingertips and be completely engrossed in it without worrying about other people’s pleasure and perception.

I feel so fucking good I nearly black out.

With a blink, we’ve both collapsed on the bed next to each other, shaking from exhaustion, sticky with sweat and catching our breaths.

Blinking slowly, I turn my head to Kobe. He’s already watching me, studying me, with the same care as he always does. “Did…did you come again?” I ask when I notice how much he’s still trembling, and that he probably should be calmer by now if he hasn’t.

Kobe smiles widely before facing away with an embarrassed chuckle. He flops his arm tiredly over his face. “Never had a dry orgasm before,” he says, sounding somewhere between impressed and dumbfounded.

I give him a sympathetic look. “They’re weird.”

“Felt nice, but…I’m kind of wiped,” he says, laughing.

Was I too intense?

“Otherwise, you’re okay?” I ask. Now that everything has gotten out of my system, I’m starting to return to earth. Like I’m seeing clearly again, guilt and worry quickly come to focus. Looking back on what I just did feels strange. Uncomfortable, almost. Like it wasn’t really me.

“I’m fine,” Kobe says calmly, sounding genuine enough, and he immediately notices my unease. He pushes himself up to rest against the headboard and reaches for the blanket, yanking it from under him to cover our lower bodies. “You don’t need to worry about me, Apollo.”

I think he’s telling the truth. So why can’t I stop feeling like I did something wrong?

“Okay,” I mutter, pulling up the blanket. I liked what we did. It felt good. Actually, no— much more than good.

“I’m just…a little confused about…this. What it is, really,” Kobe says, darting his eyes away right when I look back at him.

Oh, no. He’s not overthinking this, is he?

“What do you mean? This…is nothing. It’s this. This exact moment. What we did. Something organic that shouldn’t be over-analyzed. Are you okay with that? Because I need to know that you are,” I say, getting a little more serious.

I’m still wrestling with my reaction to how I acted and how profoundly I enjoyed this. The last thing I need is for Kobe to get some weird ideas. I thought he knew this was simply some no-strings-attached fun. It can’t be anything more.

“I am.” I narrow my eyes, observing his expression for signs of dishonesty. “I really am. I was just…making sure. I don’t know if you can tell, but I don’t do this sort of thing very often,” he says with a chuckle that somehow pushes that heavy boulder off my chest.

Smiling crookedly, I let out a sigh of relief. Good. This is good. I’m happy everything worked out this way. This really is the best possible outcome I could’ve hoped for.

Speaking of outcomes and consequences… A face pops into my mind. “I thoroughly enjoyed this. I hazard a guess that you did too,” I add playfully, “so if we want to do this again at some point, I hope it’s obvious this isn’t exactly something you chat about with other people. This is an…unusual situation, you could say, even for me.”

“Y-yeah. Of course.”

He sounds maybe a little too eager, like he’s just hoping to please me, so I have to make absolutely sure he gets what I mean. “Blabbing about this to the guys at work or even around Jasper… This is the sort of thing separated from your job, no matter what, alright? Let’s not make it weird.”

The understanding nod Kobe gives in response puts me at ease about him somehow letting it slip to Jasper.

Kobe isn’t an idiot. He cares too much to mess this up.

And with that strange sense of guilt finally leaving my body too, we both lay in bed for a little while, naked and in silence, just…existing. I smile faintly, staring at the outdated speckled ceiling of the hotel room.

For the first time in what feels like too long, I feel complete and utter contentment.

That stupid smile doesn’t leave my lips until I unlock the front door of the apartment. Even the walk through the city felt like being in a different reality. The night was so beautiful… More beautiful than it usually is. My head’s clear and unburdened.

I freeze when I notice a light on in the kitchen and then hear movement. Jasper walks out, wearing his sweats and nothing else.

“Oh, hi,” I say, quickly putting my jacket on the hanger. It’s good I washed off my makeup before leaving the hotel room because of how messed up it was.

Surprising myself with how calmly I’m able to act, I put on my most convincing smile and walk toward Jasper, even though I can tell his quiet discontentment with me being dressed up like I am. “I didn’t expect you, but I’m glad you’re home. You didn’t stay up just for me, did you?”

He lets me give him a kiss, but watches me a little too intently as I wrap my arms around him. It’s fine, I tell myself. You told him you would go out with friends.

“Did you have fun?” he asks, smiling, but my stomach twists at the sight of it. Something is off. A tinge of anxiety tickles at my spine.

“Yeah. We went shopping and got a few drinks. Didn’t buy anything, but—”

I pause when Jasper touches his nose against my cheek, drawing in the air. I had a quick shower at the hotel. He can’t possibly still smell the pheromones, can he?

Jasper switches on me in a blink of an eye. He grabs me by the neck and pulls me away from him. Making me stumble in my heels, he pushes me against the kitchen island and tightens his grip. “And which one of your friends soaked your clothes in pheromones, hm? Ones that smell so damn familiar?” He grinds those words through his teeth next to my ear.

Desperately trying to stay calm, I close my eyes and hold on tightly at the island’s edge behind me to keep myself steady.

My clothes. It stuck to my clothes. Fuck.

“J-Jasper,” I whimper, opening my mouth to put out excuses before I stop myself. Like I only now realize how dangerous the man holding me can be, my brain switches gears and in desperation searches for an out. I can’t lie. He clearly smells the pheromones. There’s no way around this. “Please, just let—”

He does. With a sharp movement, Jasper releases my neck, allowing me to take a proper breath again. Stepping away from me, he closes his hand into a fist, his eyes burning into me for a response. Somehow, I still feel his tightening grip on me.

‘Explain, placate him, beg for forgiveness’, the voice in my head shouts.

“Did I not give you a clear enough answer?” he asks, his words more and more resembling feral, guttural growls.

His threatening tone makes me shiver, so I hang my head down. “I know. I know you said— We didn’t do anything,” I say, barely keeping my voice firm. My mouth feels dry. A bit of the truth. That’s my best chance. “I did a-ask him out, but we only went for drinks a-and made out at the bar. That’s all that happened.”

Jasper’s heavy gaze has me feeling like I’m turning to stone. Nothing but my pounding, panicked heart can move.

He draws his brows together and tilts his head. “I don’t believe you,” he says, some sort of disgust slipping through his words. Before I can even get offended by the implication of me being some slut, he makes a step toward me again. “Bend over,” he orders me.

My body still barely listens to me, and yet when he says it—his voice so sharp and demanding—it’s like it responds on some basic biological level. Like I need to obey him.

Gulping, I shift on my feet, staring at him with an expression that asks if he’s serious. “You want to check that—?”

Jasper’s patience runs out. He reaches for me and turns me around, harshly pushing me against the kitchen island with my ass out toward him. I’m too stunned to even react. I let him push my dress up and yank down my underwear while I stare ahead, mouth open, inhale stuck in my throat.

He spreads out my cheeks and forces a finger in, making me flinch in pain and shock. As the shame and fear whirl inside me, another feeling towers over them. One I should reject and ignore…

Anger.

I can’t help but feel…insulted. Not for what he’s doing to me right now, not for the brute way he does it, but at the mere thought that he can’t even fathom the idea of me not being the bottom. Not being the one taking it and instead being the one in control.

I groan once he pulls his finger out and sharply turn at him. No matter how degrading it feels, Jasper seems…satisfied with the answer he found—my hole being tight and clean. I didn’t get fucked, which means I didn’t lie.

Placing his hands on my hips, now gently as if nothing happened, he keeps them there for a moment before sliding them down and eventually pulling me back up.

“What you did, even if that was all you did, was against the rules we set,” he says in a calmer, more controlled tone. Suddenly, he sounds like I’m some child who did wrong and he’s the sensible one for explaining it to me.

I swallow the bitterness bubbling inside my throat and instead look down obediently.

“I’m sorry, I…” Closing my eyes, I sigh. “I was angry. I was angry that you…gave your permission, but then you kept finding excuses for it to not work out. You know you did,” I say, looking back up at him in a brave gesture. Surprisingly, Jasper continues watching me without a negative response, so I continue. “Every time I was supposed to go out with Kobe, you’d make it so it couldn’t happen. You’d ignore me or be too preoccupied to confirm it. And I know you’re busy…”

Pausing, I reach for his hands, and he lets me. The fact that he’s calmed down enough makes me feel safer, so I step toward him.

“A lot has been going on, I get that. But you did that, even though you sleep with other people and don’t tell me half the time anymore. And that’s fine! I-I’m fine with it. I know you do it to…appease the other groups and make good with important people. I know that’s how things work. But what you did made me frustrated. That you were stopping me from getting this one thing I wanted to do for myself for once.”

When I finish, I watch him for a reaction, anxiously holding a breath inside my lungs.

Jasper glides his thumbs against my hand as we hold them together, making a humming sound while he tilts his head. “I guess you’re right,” he mutters, looking down on our joined hands, voice low. “I did do that. You never asked to step out before, so it felt…irritating. Coupled with everything else that’s been going on, I didn’t know how to deal with it.”

My heart feels like it’s being crushed in a fist.

He was just jealous. Troubled . Isn’t that natural? The same way I was after we became exclusive and he breached the subject of sleeping with others to sway them to benefit the business. I hated it. I thought I finally found a man who needed and wanted only me , only for him to rip that away, even if I had no damn right to feel entitled to it, anyway. How could someone like me be so hypocritical?

That pain is the last thing I want him to feel. But Jasper met me as a prostitute and encouraged me to keep working even after we got together, so I figured he was the type of person to not be bothered by these things.

“If you don’t want me doing it, I won’t see him anymore,” I say firmly, despite the tinge of bitter disappointment passing through me as I do.

He looks up at me, those blue eyes staring right into my soul. When he smiles, the tense muscles in my body ease up, and I smile back. “No, doll,” he whispers, reaching for my chin. He pushes my hair out of my face with his other hand, studying me like it’s his first time this close. “You can enjoy yourself with your omega plaything as much as you want.” With those words, his grip on my chin tightens. Jasper pulls me in, resting his forehead against mine. “But do not ever lie to me again, you understand?”

The way his voice changes sends shivers down my back. All the warmth is gone. Suddenly, it’s not my lover speaking to me, but a dangerous man who could end my life if he wanted to.

Gulping, I give a shaky nod, trying to hide the fear he brings out in me.

“Good,” he says, planting a quick kiss on my forehead before pulling away. He turns around, heading to the bedroom. “It’s late. Come to bed,” he shouts without turning at me.

Using the kitchen island behind me for balance, I let out a trembling breath.

“C-Coming, baby,” I say back, barely keeping my voice steady.

It’s fine. He’s well within his right to be angry. There’s no trust without honesty.

Closing my eyes, I inhale slowly, pushing the negative emotions out of my mind. Jasper loves me and I love him. He takes care of me the way no one ever has. He hasn’t gotten sick of me or fed up with me like so many would and have done…

That’s all that matters.

That’s all I’ve got.