Kiss Me

Omegaverse

Aya

Part Four

We ran all the way to his apartment. Even with a hazy head from alcohol and his kiss, I made it unscathed and so turned on it was unreal. Like seriously unreal. I've never been with anyone. Guys have tried, but it never went any further than a kiss and a kick to their nuts when they got too handsy. "Aya."

I spun around and my eyes met Henley's. No matter what people thought about an alpha, the true power was carried in submission. For, how long can an alpha stand alone without others to dominate? Taking was easy. It was giving that took strength. And Henley wanted to give, not take and I wanted him to take. It's funny, really. Everything is funny when you think it's not meant to be. What I'm doing shouldn't be funny, it's no laughing matter. Because standing in front of me was an Alpha, he had the means to make me yield to him, but he doesn't. And I wanted to, but I also knew I shouldn't. I'm already engaged. I've not met him, per say, but I've seen pictures and he's a handsome man, one of those serious types who also goes by the book. He calls me as much as possible, which is a pain. Yet, he seemed nice. Too nice. It's frightening. But I thought, okay. Fine. I can do that. I can get married. But the more I thought about it, the more I detested the idea and now I'm with Henley. Wanting whatever he wanted. "I'm in front of you." I said, pushing the thoughts of my engagement and what my parents would say right to the back of my mind and out of the damn window.

"I'm not fucking you though," I frowned. "I'm going to make love to you. You deserve tenderness," he said, moving towards me. "And tonight, baby. I'm going to slowly undo you," His voice was so soft, yet held that Alpha power. Instinct, right? I bit my lip as he brushed his hands over mine. The skin that he touched set on fire. And then he began tracing my skin with his thumb. As the heat traveled up my arm, I began to tremble. I tried my best to keep my cool. "It's okay Aya," He said...one last time and his lips pressed against mine. I was powerless. I kissed him back, this time pressing my body against his. I could feel his heat blazing through his thin shirt. His soft tongue caressed mine, while his full lips pressed into me. I put my finger in his belt loop and pulled his pelvis close. I wanted to feel every inch of him. The fingers on my left hand intertwined with his. "Come on. Let's get into bed."

I nodded and he pulled me through the halls in his apartment and into a huge bedroom. Almost bare, apart from a huge bed that took up space right in the center of the room. "Just a bed?" I asked.

He grins widely. "I have a walk in closet. This room is for sleeping only."

"Only sleeping?"

Touching his fingers to my cheeks, I heat up once again, burning from within. "Not tonight."

I opened my mouth and let out a small breath. Henley was still grinning. "Take off your shirt." I asked, quietly.

"You do the same," I nodded and one by one we took off a piece of clothing at the same time until we were both standing, naked. I raked my eyes up his body to his mouth. I couldn't stand it any longer and I threw myself at him. My arms wrapped around his neck as his hands held a firm grip on my ass. "God you feel good," He said as he pulled us backward and we fell into his bed. "Your smell is so sweet." I stopped moving my hands as fear and lust worked its way through me, amongst other feelings I couldn't quite place.

"I am afraid." I looked him straight in the eye.

"What are you afraid of, exactly?"

"You. This. Everything. I knew it when I saw you. When we touched, I felt this...energy. I've never felt anything like it. I've never been with a man before. It's not like I've never even considered it. It's just, all I've done my entire life is follow orders, do what other people want. I'm sick of not having what I want. What I need," Most of that was because I was already engaged. I had a fiancé. Yet, he wasn't here, Henley is. "I want you to own me. I want you to have me in every way possible. I want you to ruin me for anyone else." Ruin me for my fiancé. I thought. Fuck up my life, so I couldn't go back to it the same.

"Aya. Aya. Aya. I'll give you whatever you want." And with that, he moved down my body and took me in his mouth, there wasn't a thing on earth that could suppress my cry or this burst of heat that poured from every cell in my body. I grabbed his hair as he sucked me harder, faster. My other hand came around the back of my neck. It started to itch and burn. That was new. What the fuck? So I tried my best to ignore it.

Ooooh….my toes started to curl. I was going to come. "I'm going to come," I couldn't hold back and my dick erupted in his mouth. But he kept on sucking, as he plunged his fingers in my ass and the burning and itching on my neck was relentless. "God! Stop!"

He pulled away from me. "I'm not stopping. You're too delicious a meal to stop." I gulped at air as he lifted up and positioned himself between my legs.

I panicked. "No protection?"

"Don't worry Aya, I won't come inside of you." Oh god. My head tipped back and my hands grabbed for purchase as he pushed inside of me. God it hurt, but it felt so good too. "Jesus, you're soaking wet. I slipped right in there."

His voice. His movements. His everything felt so good. "Harder," I begged. "Please." I begged more. I wanted to forget who and what I was for this night. With him.

Thrust after thrust after thrust. He wasn't slowing and my chest grew tight and my neck started to burn to the point it was almost painful. Then he moved his lips to mine and whispered. "I'm going to come, watch me," He lifted up and pulled out of me. I felt empty and suddenly very sad. I wanted his dick back inside of me. I wanted to feel his hot come deep inside my body, burning me with every drop, but instead he grasped his long hard length. His teeth clenched as he pulled at it until hot streams of come shot from him and over my stomach. His orgasm was silent, but my hands clawed at the sheets, wishing it was inside of me. "Fuck," he breathed out, as one of his hands hit the mattress beside my head. "Sorry for the mess."

"Don't be," I closed my eyes. My neck was still on fire and I realized why. It needed to be marked. But it also confused me. I wasn't in heat. "...I need to leave." I choked out. I felt evil. Maybe I am the evil twin after all.

"Already?"

"Yeah. Aida will worry." That was a lie. He definitely wouldn't be worried about me. But I needed an excuse to get out of here.

"Damn, and there was me thinking I could hold you until morning."

I should have felt guilty but surprisingly, I wasn't. Or maybe it hasn't hit me yet. And my phone was ringing. Shit. How long had it been ringing? I wrangled free, and rolled off the bed toward the sound of Coal's ringtone. If I didn't answer it, he'd keep calling. I didn't answer him the night before. I didn't even text him when I got into the city to let him know I'd made it okay with Aida. He was probably freaking out. Bringing the phone to my face, I read that I had ten new text messages. It stopped ringing while I was on my way over, but only for a second. He didn't leave a message, he called again.

"Hey." I said quietly. But somewhat squeaky as I stared at Henley, then to the come dripping down my stomach. Fuck. I am so damn evil. Yet I'd had a fantastic sex with a sinfully gorgeous man. The problem was that it wasn't with my fiancé. It was with a stranger. Kind of.

"Jesus, Aya. It's about time. I almost called your parents. Are you okay?" His tone was harsh, but I would have been worried, too. That was, if I’d been messaging him all night without any response. Would I have done that though? Messaged that much? Definitely not.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Just calling to see if you're okay," he paused and I went to say something, but he started again. "Your parents have agreed for me to come to your house."

"What? When? Here in the city?"

"Yeah. Only because I'm that way for business."

"Oh, right….erm, sure. But can we talk about this tomorrow, please." I needed to get off the phone because the damn guilt was now hitting me hard, so hard my eyes started to sting.

"Sure. Good night Aya."

"Good night." I hung up and dropped my hand, still holding my phone.

Before I turned back around, I heard a faint, "Lucky bastard," come from the messed-up sheets.

I looked over my shoulder. I lifted my phone showing him. "Coal. Fiancé."

"I see."

"I've not even met him yet!" I blurted. Hoping it would make this situation better. No way was that even a possibility.

"Okay. Do you want me to call you a taxi?" I knew it. He wanted me gone now. I'd just let him fuck me when I had a fiancé. Of course he'd want me gone. I'm basically a slut now. I'm not different from other Omega's.

"No, I got it. It's fine." I jumped up and grabbed my clothes. I didn't even bother wiping away the evidence and rushed to get dressed. "I'm sorry Henley…"

"It's cool. Dont worry about it."

"What? How can you say that? We had sex. I'm engaged."

"Yeah. You are, I'm not."

My shoulders slumped as tears pooled in my eyes. He's right. He didn't know. He had nothing to be ashamed of. I did. "I'm leaving…" I held my breath and shoved my phone in my pocket and started for his bedroom door when his hand fell onto my shoulder.

"Aya, I know exactly what you felt. Because I felt it too. A burning desire to be claimed in more than just body."

"It doesn't matter. It's impossible."

He huffed by my ear. "Nothing is impossible."

"I need to leave."

"Or you can just stay. But I won't force you," I closed my eyes as he moved my hair away from the back of my neck and placed his warm lips to the area that was still burning. "I think it would be nice to hold you, even if it's the last time." The word 'last' made my stomach roll. Last. Last. Fuck it, and I turned around and wrapped my arms around him. It's the last and only time with him. Although I wished it wouldn't be. It definitely felt like it shouldn't be.