Kiss Me

Omegaverse

Part Two

Zeke

The guy sat before me, so close I could reach out and tear open the plaid shirt he had buttoned up around his stomach. The top of the flaps of the shirt were open and blowing in the wind, exposing a lot of his chiseled, smooth chest. His hair was short, almost a buzz cut, dark and tempting for me to run my fingertips along it. His jawline was sharp. His waist was fit. He looked like a model. He was gorgeous, even more gorgeous than anyone I'd ever laid my eyes on. My body responded before I did. My throat became dry. My hands felt hot and clammy. My chest felt a tightness, a shortness of breath, nervousness and the rush of adrenaline. I could almost hear the way he breathed and I could almost hear the way he might moan as he came. I could almost feel his hands on my body. Shit. This wasn't good. I had to get back to the bar before a riot started in the backyard of this ridiculously lavish home, but I knew I couldn't. "Sorry," I said, as stern as I could. "Didn't see you," The guy looked bewildered as he stared up at me. He's an Alpha, most of them are here, except the few normals. I was in way too deep being here, being who I am. But I needed the money. Luck has it, a friend of mine has this weird cologne that covers up and Omega's stink, yet it didn't look like it worked on this guy. He was beet red and his smell was so strong it made every fiber of my body come alive.

"R...right." He stuttered.

God he was hilarious, but also very dangerous. I needed to get out of here and now. "Gotta go," I said and grabbed my phone. I needed to call in a favor then I quickly walked away out the back gate and onto the driveway. "Malcolm, you need to get here, like now and deal with this party."

"What's wrong?" He sounded surprised. Idiot.

"An Alpha has caught my scent. I need to leave."

"But the shit you're wearing is top notch mate."

"Yeah, it is. But not for this guy," I stopped talking and quickly spun around to see the guy that was on his ass only moments ago, not on his ass anymore. "Fuck. Just get here, I'm leaving." I whispered and quickly hung up the phone and walked away. I couldn't be near that guy. Until I felt his heavy hand grab my arm. "What’s wrong?" I asked, knowing I sounded slightly breathless. Then he jumped right out in front of me like a fucking tiger. His beauty stole the air from my lungs, made me feel flustered, awkward. "Let go of me."

"Wait…"

I cut him short as I yanked my arm from his grip. "Like hell will I wait."

"You're…"

"Stop!" I shouted, then held my hand over my mouth. I didn't want any more attention than I already had. And from this gorgeous Alpha. "I'm leaving, so fuck off or I'll call the cops."

"For what?" Jesus. He looked confused and even more fucking gorgeous.

"Harassment."

"Really?" He grabbed my arm again and panic set in.

"Let me the fuck go!" I yelled, trying to rip from his grasp. But held on tighter. I didn't give a shit if anyone heard me now. I had to get away from him. I was starting to burn up from the inside and then I caught my own scent. God! Please no. Not now. "Get….the fuck….off!" And I finally pulled myself free from his grip. He made me furious and angry. I shook my head of all those thoughts I've not had in a long time. I shouldn't have come here. I shouldn't have taken this job, but that shit Malcolm gave me had been working for ages so I thought it wouldn't be a problem. See, where I live, the small part of the city I reside in lived only normals and Omega's, the only Alpha's you see there are the ones paying for a night with an Omega, otherwise they don't go there. We live peacefully in the knowledge that we had no worries. Now, this bullshit.

He shook his head, like he couldn't believe what he was looking at. My heart almost stopped beating. I could only stare back as this man stood up straight against the sunset. "At least let me give you my name…."

"Yeah….fuck right off." And I turned from him and bolted, like I'd never bolted before. I was going at a speed that even shocked me, but I had to go. I had to leave, because if I stayed a second longer….no, don't think it. Just get as far as possible then grab a cab home. I'd probably get fired now and not get paid. "God, what am I doing?" I said all breathless as I came to an abrupt stop. It was a stupid question to ask myself, but my brain had stopped working. It stopped working, leaving my heart and my body to do the talking for me. My heart was still pounding. My body was hot, covered in sweat that was staining my clothes. Not just from running, but because I could still smell him. I could still feel where his hands had been on my arm. I could still see his face in my mind's eye. "Damn you brain," I kicked at a lone stone. "And damn you body." Then my phone started making me jump and grab my chest. "What!"

"Whoa Zeke….just calling to see if you're okay. They guy who's birthday it is called complaining. But I managed to deal with it."

"That's great and all Malcolm, but I don't feel so good."

"Where are you?"

"I...I just ran."

"Shit. Send me the road name, I know that area, I'll come get you. So keep your head low."

"Okay."

"Keep low." Malcolm hung up the call and I looked around quickly for a road name, then sent it through messenger. All I had to do now was wait. Wait for Malcolm.

"Deep breaths Zeke, deep breaths." All I needed to do was breath. I must look like a damn fucking fool crouched down by a bush like a fucking hobo, but I had no strength left in my legs, they had turned to damn jelly, like my brain had too. 

"Found...you," My eyes shot upward. Fuck me. Does this guy ever quit? "You run damn fast," he said, holding his chest. "But I could smell you."

It felt hard to breathe again. The air was warmer when I was around him. My head felt lighter. There was this urge within me, to feel him, grab him and pull him to me. "No! Good god!" I finally had some strength in my damn legs. He watched me as I stood up and back away a little. "I'm begging you, whoever you are to just stop, please."

He leaned even closer to me. He slowly moved his hands to my body. He curled his fingers into my shirt. "I can't….if I could I would, but I just can't." His voice was low and deep, a rugged whisper.

"I should probably just punch you in your fucking face." He grinned then licked his lips. He pulled me closer to him. Our groins pressed against one another. I felt his cock, and it was hard against me. My cock was swelling fast, too. This is bad. So bad. Really bad. BAD. BAD. BAD. But damned if I could push away from him. It's like my body needed him.

He held back a moment longer, but then whatever he was feeling couldn't be contained anymore. He leaned into me, and he punched me with his lips, right on mine. He kissed me hard and desperate. He put his fingers through the back of my hair and curled them. "God damn you." he said through his kiss. Then grabbed my shirt and pulled it up. He put his hands on my bare, warm stomach. And everywhere he touched me, he ignited me, until my entire body felt as hot as a desert. I couldn't stop him or maybe I didn't want to, not yet. So I grabbed the buttons of his shirt and undid them hurriedly. I threw open the flaps of his shirt. I put my hands on his bare pecs and stomach, not giving one thought or care that we were in the middle of a fucking street.

He pulled me by the waist. He pulled me against him again, making me feel his body against mine. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and tasted me, groaning and rubbing his hands over my stomach. Then he felt between my legs. He gripped my cock through my jeans, making me shudder. "Stop…" I said into his mouth. But I was weak. So weak to his strong scent and pull.

"Zeke!" I blinked and gulped when I heard Malcolm. Then as quick as lightning the guy attached to me was pulled away from me. "Get in the car!" I swallowed again, my body froze to the spot. "Shit!" Malcolm hissed and pulled me away from the guy who was again on his ass, wiping blood from his lip. "I punched him." Malcolm said through a snigger.

"I…" I had nothing. Absolutely nothing. My heart pounded in my ears. My head spun. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't stop myself. It was as if he had his very own gravitational pull and I was sucked in, right in there. So deep. It can't be, I thought. No, it can't. Then I heard myself say it. "It can't be that."

"What the hell happened?" Malcolm asked as we now sped through the rich neighborhood.

"I think….fuck….I couldn't stop. I couldn't stop Malcolm," I was practically pleading my case. "It was like every bit of me belonged to him."

"Oh god no! Don't you dare say it man. As soon as we get back you're going to see Simon. We don't need you getting sick on us now. No way."

"But what if…."

"Don't! Just, please don't say it. Don't think about it."

"I can't stop it. It feels like my heart's already breaking into millions of tiny shards….I don't feel so good Malcolm." I started to feel sick, real sick and my chest hurt too. I know what it was...is. And I pray that Simon can stop it or I'll end like Mary. Dead. Dead from a broken heart, because she was torn from her fated mate and she died. I don't want to die. I don't want a fated mate. I want to be me. I want to be free, like I've been for twenty years. Yet right now, I felt chained and shackled to a complete beautiful stranger. I couldn't deny what it is. FATE.