Kiss Me

Omegaverse

Aya

Part Two

When I noticed Henley's smile, his whole face was involved. His eyes, his cheeks, his mouth, those teeth, his chest would puff out, and his head every now and then tipped back as he talked to Matt and my brother. He looked pretty damn proud of himself. I guess he would, all Alphas are like that.

Yet his delight was somehow contagious. He had the most perfect set of teeth I had ever seen. I needed to leave him alone. I knew that. I didn't get on well with Alphas, except my brother and my parents. I was the only Omega of the family and prided myself on that. My family never treated me any differently because of it and that made me strong, stronger than most Omegas. I didn't take shit from anyone. I never have. I've often been mistaken for an Alpha and that being because I was careful. Very careful. Best medicine, best care. I knew my heat cycles by the damn clock, but to make sure I had them dated in a calendar, too. I had kits at home and a kit with me. I've never made a mistake in my twenty two years. And I was hoping I wasn't about to make one tonight.

Aida and Matt had disappeared into the other room. They made a great couple. If they were ever one. Which would never happen. So I guess friends were better than nothing. Anyway, since I needed another beer, I decided to belly up to the bar next to Henley, where he'd been most of the time. All night I'd wanted to talk to him and needing another drink was reason enough. Leaning toward him a little to get his attention, I said, "What are you drinking? It's Henley, right?" I was, obviously, really smooth. It was evident he’d been drinking the same draught beer I had. Okay, so I didn't know what to say to him, but I really wanted him to talk to me. Maybe I was stark raving mad in these moments, because he just didn't feel or seem like the typical Alpha. I could be wrong, but my gut was saying he was okay.

"Right." He was tight-lipped. I didn't feel like being a pest, so I waited patiently for the bartender. I bounced and bobbed to the song playing that filtered in from the large, banquet-style room on the other side of the bar.

"And…" I coaxed. Finally, he spoke more than just two words in a row.

"Sure, a beer again." He smiled and my heart jumped.

"That's great." Fuck! Could I sound anymore like an idiot? "I like beer too." Okay, I definitely can. And I blushed as I told the bartender we needed two more beers. Fuck, I could feel the blush heat my face and all the way to the tips of my damn ears.

"You're a lot different from your brother," I turned my head slightly to look at him again. His eyes fixed on me. "He's very out there. But you, not so much."

I sniggered as I took my pint then slid his over the bar top towards him. "He's the good one."

"So you're the evil twin?"

I laughed at that. "No." My mouth went dry. I didn't know what to say to him. I wasn't sure how I should act around him. I'm way out of my comfort zone. My brother was actually the wild twin and I was the virgin twin. I didn't have the first clue how to flirt or anything.

"You seem nervous," he said, with a mock grin. "Don't be, unless you like trouble."

"Trouble?"

"Yeah, I'm trouble. And you should go dance with your brother and Matt before you find out what kind." The mischievous gleam in his hazel eyes promised he could back up the threat. That called for another long drink.

Did I want trouble? I typically wasn't a trouble seeker. So why didn't I want to walk away? God, I probably looked like a fool standing there with my beer glass that hovered in front of my mouth while I stared at him. All I could think about was that mouth and those teeth all over me. "Trouble, right."

I broke my blatant stare and, instead, watched his lips move in the mirror behind the bar as he said, "I can tell you right now, that isn't a good idea."

"What? You don't know what I'm thinking." I blushed. Did he? No. But what had he assumed I'd thought? I stole a glance at the dance floor and then my eyes went right back to him. Standing there trying to flirt probably would get me in trouble. A voice inside me said, this might be a good time to actually get some action. Then another voice said, don't be stupid, it's not worth it. Then I thought, what would one night hurt? I was drunk, right? This happened to people all the time. They made poor decisions after drinking too much. I hadn't drunk enough to completely sever myself from my better judgment, but I had drunk enough to pretend I had. I was going to hate myself in the morning, but I did, in fact, want his trouble. I was too curious. "Compromise?" I asked. Henley's dark eyebrows shot up at my challenge. I’d caught him off-guard. "I'll leave your trouble over here, like you advise. If you follow my trouble over there." The bass was thumping and it sounded like everyone was about to get their sexy back and that included me. Acting so wanton was out of character, it must have been the beer. Best-case scenario, we’d have a great time dancing and I’d make a new friend. Best worst-case scenario, I'd finally get those clothes off.

He was a clever man. I could tell. He asked no questions and simply picked up his beer, grabbed my free hand and started us in the direction of the dance floor. He turned around and walked backward with the sexiest sway to his shoulders. Then, he stopped short of the dance floor. "I've already warned you. You won't be able to get enough. Now, here's your chance to stop this, while you still have the willpower." He was both menacing and tempting.

My warm cheeks tightened and I couldn't help but cackle out loud with a resounding, "Ha!" I pointed my finger straight at his face and bent over. He was kidding and flirting, but also I knew he spoke some truth. It didn't matter though, because I still followed that cocky man.

Playful and shamefaced, he admitted, "My moves are potent. You've been warned, sweetcheeks." His hips began swaying in time to the beat. He danced right where he stood. He was joking, but as soon as his body touched mine I knew it wouldn't be enough. Sweetcheeks? Could he be any more swoon-worthy?

The stubble on his cheek scratched against my forehead. Our bodies created friction everywhere. My hands were hot and had clenched fists full of Henley's shirt. I couldn't get close enough. I didn't know this man. He didn't know me, but hell if the two people dancing on that dance floor didn't fit in the most fundamental of ways. Then I'm well and truly HOOKED. "This is mad," I muttered.

He grinned, then let out a short laugh. His breath was hot and smelled like beer. "Did you know trouble is my middle name."

"I gathered." I'm not sure if it's the beer, the music or the sexy guy I'm attached to. But I wanted from him, something I've never felt before. Maybe….passion, or trouble. I wanted it.

He held me tight. His right hand circled all the way around my lower half and his left ran straight up the center of my back. My chest was pressed against his and I could feel how hard his pecs were. Instinctively, I brought my hands around his neck and clasped them together. I felt shy and possibly guilty. I was about to stop the whole charade. My arms began to slip from our embrace. But before I could retreat, he put his nose against my cheek and breathed into my ear. "Hold on to me, Aya." Willingly, I tightened my hold on him. And then he moved us. His hips swayed our bodies side-to-side and back-and-forth

The hand he had possessively resting on my spine trailed its way into my hair. His long fingers fanned across my skull which created a tingly sensation down to my toes. He clutched the hair at the nape of my neck and pulled my head away from his. My words failed. Again I didn't know if it was the beer, the music, or the man attached to me, but I felt pliant. Anything could happen. Anything at all. Looking back, it was the first night that I thought those exact words. Anything. Anything I could get from Henley was better than nothing at all. I would take any scrap of this man I was offered. That's the night my heart split into two equal and separate pieces. That's the night I gave one to a perfect stranger, and the remaining piece felt fuller even being left in half.

We danced forever. Our bodies moved easily to the rhythms of songs, both fast and slow. I forgot where I was and who I was with. I especially forgot about who I wasn't with, and I should have paid so much more attention to that. But I didn't. I couldn't. Forget the Alpha and Omega stigma and just enjoy what's on offer. It's as easy as that. Right?