It’s been a long time since an omega has had such a profound effect on me. Even before my accident, it was rare that anyone could get me this worked up so quickly.
Leon had it done in record time.
I swallow a lump in my throat as I become aware of the growing erection in my lap. I’m not really able to hide it, and it’s not going away on its own. Not without giving me a serious case of blue balls anyway.
Turning back toward my apartment, I quickly unlock the door and retreat inside. As soon as I’m safely hidden from prying eyes, I reach down and give my cock a good squeeze. Fuck, it’s been a long time since anything has made this hard.
I’m one of the lucky ones.
A lot of guys with spinal injuries are never able to get hard again, and even if they can, they might not be able to get off. It’s sobering to realize that even though I’ll probably be trapped in this chair for the rest of my life, it could have been worse.
Shoving those thoughts aside, I wheel myself back into the bedroom. My bed is pretty low to the ground so it’s easier for me to get in and out. Right now, however, the tightness in my pants is definitely complicating the situation.
Damn, Leon, just talking to you for a few seconds has turned me into a horny mess. Either I’m desperate, or you’re a sexual fiend. Maybe a mix of both...
Safely on the bed, I can’t get out of my clothes fast enough. Normally, I would’ve done the bare minimum, but something’s different this time. I want to take everything off, expose every inch of myself.
My nipples harden against the cool air-conditioned breeze circulating through the apartment. Goosebumps prickle across my skin, even as my body flushes with arousal. Precome drips from the head of my painfully erect cock.
As my fingers curl around the shaft, Leon’s image fills my thoughts. I’ve never wanted an omega as badly as I want him right now. The mental image of those perfect lips around my cock, those blue eyes gazing up at me beneath those long lashes, sends shivers down my spine.
“Oh fuck.” I suck in a breath, my hand skating up and down my erection. “Leon...”
My fantasy shifts and the sexy omega is lowering himself onto my dick. I can just imagine how tight that enticing ass of his must be. The thought of feeling him around me, looking up into his eyes as our bodies unite, makes me moan.
At first, I try to keep the volume down. I really don’t want my neighbors to overhear me, and I have no idea how thick the walls are. But after a few minutes, I no longer care. Let them hear.
My desperate cock pulses in my hand. I’m so close. So close to burying my knot deep inside Leon’s asshole and filling him with my seed. Claiming him as mine, the way an alpha should. Of all the fantasies I’ve entertained in my life, claiming an omega has never come up. No one has ever interested me that much.
Gasping for breath, I squeeze my dick as I press toward release. Then Leon’s name passes my lips and my orgasm sneaks ever closer, just seconds away from taking over my whole body.
I startle when a fist pounds against the front door.
My heartbeat flatlines, and my fantasy evaporates. Did someone hear me? Are they here to complain?
The pounding repeats, followed by a deep voice. “Mr. Mead, a word?”
Fuck, fuck, fuck. It’s Lucius.
4
Leon
The door is locked, the blinds are closed, and the lights are off.
The sign in the window says I’m out to lunch. Yet, here I am, hiding in the shadows of my office with my cock in my hands.
We’ve been so busy the last few weeks, it’s been ages since I’ve gotten off. That’s the excuse I’m using for the crazy erection I got after talking to Candor. He might be in a wheelchair, but that doesn’t make him any less attractive. I’d let him do all sorts of naughty things to me.
Like fill my ass with his thick, alpha knot.
Shit.
I’m glad I stripped all the way down because my ass is slick and dripping right now. I haven’t been this wet since the last time I was in heat. Which was also ages ago. Taking suppressants is second nature at this point, so I don’t even have to think about it anymore.
But that’s also how I know there’s no chance I’m heading into a surprise heat.
Still...crouching in the shadows, completely naked in the middle of the afternoon with my cock in one hand while the other fingers my ass is not exactly normal behavior for me.
Right now, I don’t really care though.
My thoughts are running wild and my mouth waters. I can practically taste Candor’s dick and feel my tongue running along the shaft. I can almost smell the scent of his arousal as he moans beneath my touches.
But there’s more.
It’s not just Candor’s moans I hear as I stroke my cock. There’s another voice, someone behind me. A shadowy figure I can’t quite make out. At first, I assume it’s Candor, sinking his dick in my ass and clutching my hips as he fucks me.
But as the scene plays out in my head, my heart rate spikes.
I know that voice.
That dark, sexy, familiar tenor that whispers in my ear about how much he wants to knot me. I look up at Candor to see him looking past me. His gaze is locked with the alpha behind me. He’s encouraging him. Telling him to knot me. Telling him to claim me—to complete our triad.
“Fuck me,” I beg on an exhale, fisting myself as my balls tighten. “Knot me...” I desperately plead while trying to keep my voice low. “I want...I want...your knot...Lucius...”
His name escapes my lips, and my cock spasms in my hand. Come shoots across the floor as I’m shaken by the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever experienced. My body shudders, completely drained, as I sink back against the wall.
Heart racing, cheeks flushed, I struggle to catch my breath.
What the hell just happened? One minute, I’m jerking off to the sexy new tenant I just spoke to, and the next thing I know, I’m crying out my twin’s name and picturing some sort of weird threesome.
Looking down at the mess I’ve made of the office floor, I’m surprised. There’s more than I expected. A lot more, actually.
“I was just backed up,” I tell myself aloud. “Just horny as hell. That’s all.”
I quickly retrieve my clothes from the office sofa and head into the small half-bath that occupies the far corner. A few minutes later, I’m all cleaned up and dressed once more. And a few more minutes after that, the room is cleaned up, restored to its original state.
Just in the nick of time too.
My phone chimes from its spot on the desk. A text from Lucius.
Dirty images flash through my head, but I cough them away. I’m not going to let one weird masturbation session make things awkward between the two of us. Besides, we’re running a business together. It’s not like I can actually ignore him.
I pull up his text and take a breath before looking at it. Where the hell are you?
Damn, he’s sure got a way of spoiling my post orgasm high. His texts always feel so confrontational. It wouldn’t kill him to drop an emoji or two now and then to lighten things up a bit.
In the office. I send the reply and drop onto the sofa.
A few seconds later, I receive a text that shows the sign I taped to the door outside. Fortunately, I already have a plan for this. Dragging myself to my feet, I ruffle my fingers through my hair and force a yawn. By the time I cross the room and unlock the door, I’ve perfected a bleary-eyed expression.