***

Rico’s room was spacious and well-furnished, not that Jake had anything to complain about when it came to how his place looked like. The difference lay with the personal touch, obvious in many ways. The large bed that took up quite the space had dark silk sheets and the curtains were a rich crimson, sensuous and appealing. The most part of a wall was covered in posters and paraphernalia catering to someone in love with motorcycle racing, such as a few trophies and a helmet. All the other furniture had a boxy, straight design, which signaled that Rico preferred functionality where it mattered, and comfort, again, where it mattered.

And then, of course, there was his strong alpha smell, everywhere in the room. Jake could picture himself hiding in a corner and jerking off until his dick went numb, just taking in Rico’s scent.

“You like it, don’t you?” Rico said in a flirty tone. “I can read it on your face. I like this about you, too. How everything you think is here, on your face.” To make a point, he let his hand run over Jake’s forehead, nose and lips.

That touch alone was enough to make Jake long for more. In an unconscious gesture, he turned his head and kissed the inside of Rico’s wrist.

“Babe,” Rico said, drawling his words, “you are just too cute. I don’t go for the cute type, mainly because the sturdy boys I’m picking to get my rocks off are too gruff to be cute. But you just, somehow, make it possible. I mean, I’ll be damned. You’re so fine.”

So much praise wasn’t good for his nerves. How long would it take for him to make a fool of himself and give himself away? But Jake knew that it was impossible to stop, even if he told himself that a thousand different times in a thousand different ways.

“Let’s take a shower together. I love your smell, but I want to take my time and enjoy your strong body.”

Jake didn’t protest in the least. Actually, it was only now that he was realizing that he wasn’t speaking, caught as he was in Rico’s spell. Damn, how was he supposed to continue his life as usual after leaving the Salazars’ employment? After knowing Rico, his scent, his touch, and maybe even more than that?

He was doomed. But it was too late to back off, he lied inwardly, while Rico pulled him towards the bathroom.

The place was so large that a more conscientious architect would have fitted another room in there and not only a bathroom. Black tiles with white insertions, elegant fixtures, and a shower that surely had to come with several different options, as Jake had seen in commercials on TV.

Rico began undressing, his eyes on Jake. “Well, are you going to shower with your clothes on, babe?”

“No,” Jake managed with difficulty. His voice was croaked and unusual.

But Rico only laughed, most likely pleased with the effect he had on Jake. “You really are something, babe. You have it bad for me. Am I right?”

Jake felt too shy to admit it bluntly the way Rico talked. So he shrugged. “You’re okay.” Even as he said that, he looked down.

Rico laughed. Like everything he did, it was the type of open laughter that only people who were comfortable in their own skin could manage. “Damn, you’re so adorable I can’t help myself. I want to tease you until you end up saying shit like how much you want me in your ass, filling you up with my cum.”

Jake was really afraid that he might just start wheezing at the sound of such bawdy words. He was thinking them, though it mortified him to think that he could ever say them out loud.

“Alright, straight boy,” Rico teased him. “Just let me sniff you before we’re getting in that shower.”

Jake froze. Rico could dismiss Jake’s scent in a bar full of people, but what if an alpha’s nose was so sharp that it could pick an omega’s scent if he focused hard enough? Even with all the suppressants in the world, maybe an alpha couldn’t be so easily fooled.

“I stink,” he said quickly. He was out of his clothes and in the shower in record time.

To his relief, Rico only watched him with amused eyes. Jake turned on the water and grunted as cold water hit his head.

Rico stepped behind him and leaned over to set the right temperature on a touch panel on the wall that Jake hadn’t noticed earlier in his hurry to get rid of his natural scent as fast as possible. In that position, he felt Rico’s cock brushing against his ass, a sign as good as any about what was going to happen between them and soon.

It alarmed him to know that he was about to get fucked by none other than Rico. An alpha. Jake wasn’t experiencing the common symptoms of an incoming heat, and under any other circumstances, he would’ve been fine, but worry built inside his mind.

“You’re tense,” Rico whispered against his ear. “Never got fucked before?”

Jake shook his head. Would it help if Rico knew, beyond any doubt, that he was a virgin? Would he decide to let him be? Maybe he didn’t like virgins. Maybe he preferred men who were used to having an alpha’s cock in them. He shivered just at the thought. If Rico touched him, even a little, he’d melt.

Rico did touch him. He had his hand over Jake’s chest, slowly caressing it.

“Good. I like that I’m going to be the first to fuck your ass.”

Jake had to bite hard on his bottom lip so he didn’t end up shouting Rico’s name and begging him to take him hard until he couldn’t feel his legs anymore.

“I like your smell even when you stink,” Rico continued, oblivious to the mess inside Jake’s mind. “Some people are just compatible like that.”

“Like alphas and omegas?” Jake wanted to curse as soon as those stupid words left his mouth. Rico was rubbing his hard cock against his ass, and he obviously enjoyed playing with his nipples.

“I don’t care about that. The smell of an omega usually makes me gag.”

“How so?” Curiosity would eventually be as lethal to him as to the proverbial cat.

“I have no idea. If you think it’s unfair that I detest omegas, because that’s what the whole world sees when they look at them – pretty, gentle, breedable – I wouldn’t envy anyone in my place. They are sweet, yes. So sweet that they make my teeth rot.”

That was an interesting detail about Rico. Erin clearly didn’t share such trouble with his brother. Matteo, most likely, either.

“But you,” Rico said, filling his hands with Jake’s pecs, “are so nice and spicy. A bit sweet, too, but not like that.”

“Betas don’t have scents,” Jake argued. It wasn’t like he could lie about wearing cologne. He was like a man hoping for a straw to grab on. Rico had to ignore his scent, even if it started manifesting sometimes.

“They do, to a degree, some less or more than others. A recessive omega gene might be present in their DNA. But why do you get me babbling about scientific stuff when I should already be ten inches deep inside you?”

Jake had seen Rico’s cock. He had no idea if it was a ten-incher, but it was definitely big. All alphas had large cocks, but Jake believed that Rico had to be in a league of his own. Or maybe all the Salazars were like that. They were all big men, so most likely that went along with other parts of their anatomy, as well.

“I didn’t know all that,” Jake said.

“You are surprisingly innocent about a lot of stuff. Don’t worry, beta boy,” Rico whispered, “I promise that my cock in your lovely muscular ass won’t make you less of a man.”

Oh, that wasn’t by far what Jake worried about. What he truly worried about was how much of an omega Rico fucking him would make him. Because he thought he’d never have an alpha who’d like him, he hadn’t been too interested in learning what being an omega was supposed to be like. His lack of knowledge could be his doom, which meant he’d have to get knowledgeable on the topic and fast.

How he’d do that was a matter up for debate.

“Ah, you’re clenching your beautiful cheeks,” Rico remarked. He continued milking Jake’s tits while his lips caressed the side of Jake’s neck. “Don’t be scared, beautiful. All the betas I’ve fucked swear that there’s no better cock on a thousand-mile radius.”

“Have you fucked guys who… who never got fucked before?” Jake choked on his own words.

“A few. They all liked it. I know I can’t offer you their testimonials, but I’ve never had complaints. We click, babe. Can’t you feel it?”

Jake felt it plenty. Only that he couldn’t admit that without putting himself in danger. “You are an alpha.”

“Is that the only reason why you like it when I touch your cock?” Rico grabbed Jake’s shaft fast.

Jake let out a horrified moan. Rico began moving his hand slowly. It was no use to resist. Jake was pushing his hips forward, eager to fuck himself into Rico’s fist. It was so good that he couldn’t do a thing to deny himself the pleasure of having his alpha jerk him off.

His alpha. He was getting more and more delusional.

“I won’t make you come if you don’t admit that you like what I’m doing to you.” Rico’s teasing words only made his arousal soar. What was he going to do? If he abandoned himself to this, how was he going to find his way back to the real world, the one in which he was an omega who’d never have an alpha of his own?

But Rico could be too persuasive. He nibbled slowly on Jake’s neck, his hand still moving, but very slowly and squeezing hard only from time to time.

“I,” he started. “I like--”

“I love the sound of that. What do you like, Jake? Do you like this?” Rico continued to rub his cock at a maddeningly slow pace.

“Yes.” But there was more than that. Jake had to be losing his mind, because as Rico rubbed his cock fast, making him shoot, he let out what he was trying so hard to hide. “I like you, Alpha!”

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