Carrie’s fingertips darted over her lips for the fiftieth time since she had left the office thirty minutes ago. In the rearview mirror, she noticed they were a little swollen. She pursed her lips just to feel a tension, a weight. She closed her eyes, and she was in her office again, Greg’s hand caressing her waist, his lips pressed on hers in a rough kiss. Carrie had been kissed before. She had been kissed softly, sweetly, harshly, hardly, but never like that. With so much intensity. Desire and restraint brawling between them. She hadn’t had extensive experience with kissing, having kissed only two other people before. She remembered her first kiss. Archie, that sweet Beta from junior high school, then her first mate, Albertus, the powerful Alpha. Kissing Greg was nothing like any of them. There was the familiar hunger, that insatiable desire, but there was also the sigh of relief that Carrie couldn’t explain. Her head had been a mess since Greg left, but it had never been so clea
“Oh my gods!” Winona slapped the thin wooden folding table in front of them. The box of random items and the flyers wobbled with the impact.“Shhh!” Carrie scolded while gazing warily around them. They were manning the information/lost and found booth at the fair. Luckily, amidst the crowd, no one was paying attention to their little corner. Carrie had given Winona a condensed recap of what had happened last night at her office. She spared the inappropriate details, those she wanted to keep to herself. At 3:30 in the afternoon, the fair was bustling with people. The air carried chatter, laughter, and screams from the carnival rides, as well as the delicious smell coming from food trucks and booths. Children dart between legs, clutching oversized lollipops or cotton candy. Some had stuffed animals won by parents who were just as excited as their kids. Carrie herself had a candied apple sitting behind the flyer stand. It had been Cassie’s, but the girl lost interest when she saw the
“I’m so glad you came!” Ava screamed over the loud thudding music from the speakers. “Yeah!” Greg shouted back.The bar is alive with energy. Laughter and conversation bounced off the walls. He purposely stayed by the bar to avoid the noise and the crowd, yet he felt the bass in his chest, and Ava was almost cheek to cheek with him.Greg was late. When he came, Nico and the others already had a round down. Ava was dancing with her girlfriends but ran to his side the moment she saw him. She hadn’t left since. Neon lights cast a colorful glow over his coworkers who were on the dance floor. Twice, Nico returned to their spot at the bar with a different Omega every time. “Sorry I was late,” he leaned in to say it in her ear because it was the only way they could have a conversation. The Omega took it as an invitation to scoot even closer. “No worries. Where were you by the way?” “I took my nephew to a fair.” And he shut down their boss’ advances. Seeing Chief Carson again after what
“Not enough,” Carrie whimpered.She pressed a toy to her clit and plunged her fingers into her pussy. She had been going at it for over an hour.Carrie had felt a unique uneasiness well before the gala started. Seeing Greg must have stirred something within her. When he suddenly left, the yearning took a turn for the worse. She wanted him. She wanted to have him. Most importantly, she wanted him to have her. She excused herself from the event right after she made her speech and quickly went home. When she took off her clothes, her skin was flushed and burning. The cold shower wasn’t enough. She ended up under the spray of water for minutes, strumming her clit and fondling her breast. She thought of soaking in the tub. Even dumped ice on the water. But after a few minutes, the water started to steam. Her head hit the ceramic as she arched into her pumping her fingers. Her legs hung limply out of the tub, parted wide. Water sloshed over the rim. “Not enough,” Carrie cried out.Carr
“You don’t hold back, do you? That’s all right, I know how needy that cunt of yours is.”“It’s not,” she blurted out of shame. The same intoxicating shame that made her push her fingers deeper. Another chuckle. “Don’t worry, that’s a good thing. In fact, if you show me how well you’re fucking yourself, I’ll show you something you’ll like.” He sounded so confident. In control, while Carrie was out of her mind, finger fucking herself and photographing it like a whore. Greg’s whore.She was quick to send it.Here, she thought. Here I am. While waiting for a response, she picked up her toy and stimulated her clit again. There was an amused laugh on the other line when it started buzzing. The humiliation was worth it. She was rewarded with a photo of Greg’s erection. His cock was half covered by her underwear but it stood proudly. Her mouth watered with how big he was, how long. Bigger than her ex—the only cock she had experienced.Three fingers were nothing compared Greg’s cock. She kn
‘Don’t forget to eat.’ Greg sent the text, grinning as he did.Two days had passed since his thing with Carrie had started. So far, it had been purely virtual, and Greg was still in some limbo state, confused whether whatever they were doing was enough to warrant a relationship. Greg couldn’t care less. At least, not yet. The constant exchange of messages and calls were reassuring.Carrie needed his assistance during her cycle, and Greg was more than willing to attend to her needs. Especially during their nighttime calls.Hearing her pleading voice always triggered his instincts. Every moan, gasp, and whimper made him more and more territorial. Even he was surprised with himself, being largely inexperienced with this field.Greg wanted to set his claim, conquer, and mark. But Carrie wasn’t a conquest. She was a prize, a gift from the Gods.He was scared all of it would end when her cycle passed. How could he return to normally greeting her in the morning at work when he knew how she
“What’s this?” The metal tumbler made a dull clinking sound when Winona flicked the cylinder. “Tea.”The Beta raised an eyebrow but took the tumbler. “Of course.” If she had something on her mind, she didn’t say it. She slipped the tumbler back into the bag where other items were for pain relief. Mandy had given him a list of things she used during her cycles. Maybe the Chief already had a back massager, but he still bought one just in case. It had been the third day since Carrie’s cycle had begun. Greg asked her if she needed something, but the independent Omega told him not to worry. Winona took out the items one at a time. A set of scented soothing candles, some calming bath salts, a pain relief rub. “Hmm,” she opened the rub and smelled it. “Spicy.”“Too strong?” Greg inquired a little anxiously. Mandy said camphor and menthol were helpful for her. He picked an ointment with both ingredients in it.“She likes vanilla, but if you’re asking me, I think she needs more spice in h
When Greg was seven, he and his mom went to an ice cream parlor after soccer practice. They lived in a small town in the province with his grandma and grandpa. Georgia worked as a clerk at a music studio downtown, making just enough to put a roof over her son’s head and food in his stomach. She was a beautiful woman. Kind too, always smiling and greeting the neighbors. That was why they sometimes got free cupcakes from the bakery, free flowers from the flower shop, and free ice cream too. His mother was charming, easygoing, and always so genuine with her words and actions. That day, one of his soccer teammates was also at the ice cream shop with both of his parents.“Why is there only you, mom?” The seven-year-old him had asked. It was something that had been bothering him.“What do you mean, honey?” Georgia asked softly.“Roger and Ronny have a mom and dad, Macy has two dads, but you’re the only one I have.” When he was even younger, he thought his grandparents were his parents t
“Can you email me the data from yesterday?” Carrie said without sparing him a look. The moment the plane lifted off, his boss’s eyes had been glued to her screen. Now, the aircraft was flying above the clouds, still, his boss’s attention never left her laptop. The world below shrank into a patchwork of fields, but he couldn’t enjoy the cotton-colored clouds that drifted by the windows out of embarrassment from her solid focus on work. He settled into his seat and pulled out his tablet. “It’s Sunday,” he grumbled to himself, but he was already sharing the file with her. Usually, flying filled him with the kind of calm that only altitude could bring, but if he was sitting on a fully adjustable reclining seat, it didn’t feel different from his desk at the office. When he looked up, he caught her staring at him with an eyebrow raised. “Do we have a problem, Mr. Noir?” Carrie had set her laptop aside and now had her arms folded over her chest, her expression sharp and stern. “No, ma’
Cold and empty. That was how Carrie felt waking up.When her alarm rang, she instinctively tapped the other side of the bed, hoping to find a sleeping Alpha next to her. But of course, that wasn’t the case.That was what she wanted, so she couldn’t blame anyone but herself.She thought distancing herself from the Alpha would give her time to think. Albert’s words still played in her mind.What if she wasn’t giving Greg a choice?Greg was attached to her. He liked her. After all, he chose her over a younger, fertile Omega. But would his emotions affect his professional decisions in the future? Greg was a brilliant young man. He was a valuable member of her department, and after the keenness he showed yesterday, it wouldn’t be long before someone from other departments would start knocking on his door for a better position in the company.Would Greg accept it?What if he turned
Greg’s phone chirped just as he was stepping out of the bathroom. It was a text from his boss telling him she was already tucked in bed and telling him to do the same. Greg stared at his screen, not entirely sure what to do with it. He typed a quick ‘goodnight’ before throwing the device on his bed. They had checked in yesterday, but this was the first time the bed would be slept on. Which was awful, because he wasn’t planning on sleeping on it at all. At least not alone. Without bothering to throw on a shirt, he sat on the bed, but not before snatching a beer from the minifridge. The bill was under the company’s name anyway. He was sure they wouldn’t mind a beer or two chipped off their gross income.Besides, there were more pressing issues than Blackbird’s finances. Like, why the hell was his boss avoiding him?Well, he wasn’t really sure if she was avoiding him, but the signs were all pointing to that.The ride back to the hotel was quiet. The ride to the restaurant for dinner w
Due to the slight failure they encountered, the flight testing ran a bit late. Still, Carrie was in high spirits. There was really no such thing as a failure in research, where everything could be data. With Greg noticing the temperature variance earlier, they were able to run the diagnostics right away and make the necessary adjustments before anyone got hurt. Her chest puffed with every compliment for Greg, not just as a superior but as his Omega. It took everything from Carrie not to run into his arms and kiss him. She was on her way back to the telemetry bay from the washroom. On the other side of the window, the runway shimmered orange. From where she stood, she could make out the shape of their test subject for today, standing proudly on the sky port, and only then did she feel the exhaustion snake into her veins.Her phone beeped in her pocket, making her pause. ‘Meet you at the lobby. Got your things already,’ Greg texted, followed by a smiley face. Carrie felt herself mi
The low hum of the engines vibrated through the already tensed air at the telemetry bay. Greg was standing behind his boss, who was discussing the Full Authority Digital Engine Control system with the representative of the Instrumentation Team. They arrived at the airbase at the exact time they were supposed to, as opposed to Carrie’s worries. After a satisfying early morning fuck, they decided to shower together to cut the prep time, but ended up spending longer inside. His skin still hurt every time the fabric of his button-up rubbed on his scratches, which was every time he moved. Greg didn’t mind. It was a tangible reminder of how great their time was earlier. Silently, he listened to the quiet conversation, all the while keeping an eye on the floor-to-ceiling screens that lined the front wall. There was a stream of numbers flashing on a couple of the screens, a graph on another, then the live video feed from the sky port, and inside the spacecraft. “So far, so good,” one of t
Greg watched her sleep. The quilt hid her nude form, but even with his eyes closed, he could make out the softness of her curves, the sharpness of her bones.He wanted her. Even as he looked at her now, he longed for her, to touch her, to kiss her. For her touches, for her kisses. He could hear her heart beat steadily, her breathing even and slow. Light was leaking from the tiny gap between the curtain, so Greg knew they would be getting up soon. He nudged her gently, whispering sweet words to wake her up. It didn’t take long before Carrie turned over and gazed at him with half-aware eyes. “What time is it?” She asked groggily. After the night they had, he knew she was tired. “7:30.”His boss groaned, nuzzling on his chest and murmuring her protest. “We need to get up.” He poked her sides, willing her to move.“No,” she groaned, making him laugh. She looked cute like this.Unable to help himself, his hand moved slowly over her supple body. From the roundness of her breasts, dow
The second the door of Carrie’s hotel room closed, they were on each other.Carrie reached out and brushed her hand along his chest. Her skin felt warm and soft. All pretense fell. He brought his hand to her neck, to guide her to him as they took hurried steps back to the bed. The plan had been to part to their own rooms after checking in, but even in the elevator, they could barely resist each other. Not when Carrie was still slick from their flight activities. No words were said, but the mutual understanding was there. Greg eased her coat off her shoulders and was surprised by what he found.“You naughty girl,” he growled. She must have taken off her clothes when she excused herself to the powder room while they were checking in.Gone was her business attire.; Carrie had nothing but a lacy lingerie under her coat. Greg recognized the plunging neckline. It was the same as her top. Did she have it on earlier? Greg was amazed by how she managed to make such salacious clothing look
She felt the hand that was on her knee move up over her skirt, trаvеlіng uр her lеft leg with thе fіngеrtірѕ саrеѕѕіng thе іnѕіdе of her thіgh. He had managed to push her pencil skirt inches over her knee.Carrie wasn’t sure whether or not she was lucky that she was wearing a tight skirt. One thing was for certain: this act he was pulling was starting to make her wet. “As I’ve mentioned before, for this simulation, we’re focusing on the engine system, especially around thermal performance, propulsion behavior, and real-time risk assessment,” she enumerated, trying to focus on the discussion rather than what was happening under the table.Biting her lip, she fought a moan when he scratched the length of her left leg, causing a run on her stockings. Carrie realized how wasteful it was to spend time with the Alpha when most of her clothes got ripped and torn for his own pleasure. Although they do end up naked at one point and stay like so for the whole time they were together, so perhap
From his spot on the second floor, Greg could see his boss saunter inside the airbase, her lush curve of her hips swaying in her pencil skirt. Her low-cut blouse presented a good display of her cleavage, making Greg wonder whether this was her usual airport attire. How lucky her previous business trip companions were. As she made her way to the escalator, Carrie spotted him, and a soft smile appeared on her deep red lips. An overwhelming desire took over Greg. He gripped the railing he was leaning on, the hollow metal denting a little. Calm down, he reminded himself. But he felt his pants getting tighter. It kind of scares him how badly he wanted her. He stood to meet her halfway in the terminal. “Greg,” she greeted.“Chief Carson,” he replied with the same level of professionalism he received. “Did you wait long?” Carrie asked, still sounding formal even when her gaze was blazing with desire. “I’m sorry for the delay. I had to attend a meeting with the CEO.”Greg did his best