Kiss Me

Omegaverse

Part Three

Walker

I had literally fallen into my hotel bed like a rock, yet my ass reminded me of what had happened at that club. I let that Omega fuck me and I loved it. I wasn't going to tell him that, no way in hell would I. But I had to admit to myself that he had firmly planted himself in there, digging away at the last of my sanity. I could still smell him, feel him. My neck especially. He bit me, fucking bit me so hard that mark will still be there for weeks. "God," I muttered, then jumped near clean out of my damn skin when Craig fell through the door. "Jesus christ! Where have you been all this time?"

"Ahh, buddy," he slurred and crawled towards my single bed in our shared room. "God...I'm so….ahh, fuck. I'm skint."

Me too. Not telling him though. "So you had fun after you left me on my own, great cousin you are."

His nose crinkled. I wasn't sure if he was mad or he was going to vomit. "I feel sick and fuck you. I couldn't find you," he stopped and pulled his body up. "Vomit…" He grumbled and staggered to the bathroom. So he was both and the sounds coming out of him were nasty.

I rolled over and hugged my quilt around me and ignored Craig. I still couldn't wrap my head around what happened tonight. I completely succumbed to that beautiful Omega….Marcus. God he's so perfect even taking the last of my money. Then wanting to see me again was so, so….I don't know. I want to see him again, but I'm afraid he'll get in my brain again and I let him have his way. Fuck! I'm an Alpha. Alpha's don't get fucked by Omega's. What is the world coming too? What was I thinking? I wasn't thinking, that's the problem. The only organ on my body that was thinking was my dick and that's not even very smart at the best of times. "Sleep." I whispered.

"Fuck, I'm never drinking again," Craig grumbled. I didn't bother turning to even look at him. "Your phone's vibrating."

I know that. I didn't want to look. "Leave it." I snapped.

"Can't, it's pissing me off…" I jumped out from my covers to grab it from Craig's hand. "Fuck, what's eaten you?"

"Nothing. Go to bed. Leave me alone." Craig muttered something but I Ignored him and hid away back under my covers. I opened WhatsApp to see it was Marcus. So I quickly added a name to the number.

Marcus: Hey beautiful. What cha doing? I'm laying in bed thinking of you. ;)) Wanna meet up for breakfast? X

Ass. Shit, no. My ass hurts. But breakfast sounds good. If I had money.

Me: I'm skint. Remember? You had my last two hundred Euros.

Marcus: About that. You can have it back. I don't need it. So, breakfast? Then I'll give you your money back. X

Me: You're joking, right?

Marcus: Oh sweetie, you'll soon realize I don't joke. So, breakfast? X

Me: Fine. Breakfast. Time. Place.

Marcus: There's a nice cafe not far from the club. It's small and cosy and set back from everything. It's perfect. Cafe Krone. Meet me there at 9am. Set an alarm. Sleep sweet cutie. X

Me: Fine. Night.

Oh god I'm actually going to see him again. I felt excited, but my ass and neck begged to differ. Although I have this awful feeling that as soon as I'm in the same room as him I'll do whatever he tells me to do. The guy's like a fucking wizard. Waving some invisible wand that has me falling at his feet. So I'll meet him, have a little more fun then I'm fucking going home and forget about Marcus. I'll go back to my cosy life and pretend it never happened.

I chewed on my lip for a moment still holding my phone. Craig was snoring and me, well I couldn't stop thinking and looking at his messages. "Great," I mumbled and slipped out of bed and quietly got dressed, then looked at my phone again.

Me: You still awake?

I sat in one of the chairs in the corner of the room waiting to see if he'd message back. My lips turned up a small smile.

Marcus: I'm awake. Why? You wanna see me again? LOLOLOL

Me: LOLOLOL??? It's funny because yeah. I want to see you.

Marcus: Great! Meet me. Let's get a hotel room. I'll send you an address. See you soon sweet stuff. ;))

I jumped up and stride across the room, taking a quick glance at Craig and sniggered, then slipped my shoes and coat on and left. I looked at my phone as a message came through with an address to a hotel down the road from me. Then it had me thinking that we must be already quite close in proximity to each other.

Me: On my way.

I sent it and left the hotel. I shivered. It's so damn cold and here I was walking the late night streets to meet an Omega who literally claimed more than my ass. It wasn't just his prettiness that caught my attention. It was his way of talking. They guy had me at hello Walker. His voice was smooth as caramel and the way his body commanded mine had me all over again. I must be fucking mental. But I wanted him wrapped around me like a blanket. I wanted to give as much as take and believe me, as much as I argued with myself that I'd never let him have my Alpha ass again, I lied. It felt….phenomenal. When he touched me it gave me a divine feeling of pleasure. Warmth. Maybe even clarity, like the quality of transparency or purity. Something like that, as mad and weird as it sounds. He made me feel like a someone, in those long moments. I wanted that again and I didn't care how I got it. He can have my ass, it's his.

Turns out I'm not like everybody else I know. I thought I was. Self centered, like the world revolved around me and only me, turns out I'm wrong. "Hey there cutie," I looked up and gulped down the lump in my throat. I wasn't fully aware for a few seconds of where I was until I realized I had been walking this whole time. "You look busy."

"Huh?"

"Hey, earth to Walker." He said, tapping my head. "What cha thinking?" Everything and anything. Instead I grabbed the front of his coat and slammed my lips to his soft cold ones. I groaned against his mouth when he opened his and invited me in, an invitation I more than welcomed. Then his arms tightly wrapped around my neck, our bodies slammed together creating a hot tingling friction beneath our thick winter clothing. Outside the hotel, on the cold streets he claimed even more of me. I think, maybe all the parts of me. Then I thought, my Omega. That was new and it sounded good. "Shall we go fuck?" he growled with a voice that was too manly and deep for his fragile appearance, one that sounded too cultured for the rough words it uttered. It shocked me when it shouldn't have or maybe it was because I was sober and thinking differently now. Instead I nodded and gripped his arm and pulled him into the hotel. I was still trying to understand myself, understand why I was so damn eager but something in this stunning guy's eyes had touched me in a place I didn’t even know existed. My conscience. He was the flip side of my life, the reverse of the portrait, all smudges, one of the dregs of a society that couldn’t make itself care, flotsam no one wanted to salvage. Club whore and did whatever to make his money.

I looked into his velvet-brown eyes again. A face that enchanting had to be illegal! Yes, I wanted him. I mean really wanted. Immediately. Intensely. Possessively. For hours, days, weeks, years...over and over again. "This isn't the end, right?" I asked, hoping for the answer I desperately wanted.

He smiled. "If you take me with you when you leave I'll be yours." There it was. My answer. My silver lining. I'm taking him with me and I'll keep him.