“Favorite color?” Braze questioned, blushing slightly at the snickers Win gave. “What?” “Of all the questions, you ask that?" The blonde snorted. “How innocent.” “Just answer the question, okay?" He shot back, hiding his face in embarrassment. “Blue,” Brandon answered easily, his eyes amused. “Turquoise,” Braze blinked. “Why?” Win huffed, rolling his eyes. “Only one question at a time, Braze. Alright, when…” A brilliant smirk lit up his face, and the blue-eyed male cringed. “Did you lose your virginity?” “What?” He squeaked, mouth open. “You heard me." Braze asked smugly. “Now talk.” "I-I don't-" He shutter, flailing slightly. Brandon's received a betrayed look for his giggles. It was a game they played now that they’d decided to at least try to be around each other. They could easily open the bond and comb through each other’s minds for the answers, but that would be rude, and this was about trust and honesty. They weren’t ready for that sort of openness. “...two years ago.
Braze has been touched before. Has had boyfriends who ran their hands over his skin and left behind a trail of hickeys. He’s been taken over by pleasure and felt speared to his very core, but nothing and no one has been like this. With every touch, his body shivers, the warmth seeping down through his skin and straight to his bones. There is a fire awakening in him, kindled by every careful and oh so deliberate touch, into something bright, brilliant, and more. Sex has always been the same, just with different partners. There is no real ‘newness’ about it; just the same actions, the same motions, and the same ending. But this is beyond new. He feels stripped, as if his very skin has been peeled away to leave nothing but nerve endings against bare flesh. There is no escaping his bond, not inside or out, and he can’t remember why he’d ever been hesitant, perhaps because he hadn't wanted this. Brandon is murmuring things—a string of words in a language that is not his own but sends shiv
“Hey, Braze?” Damon purred, leaning down to brush his lips against his lover’s ear. “Hmm?” The older man smirked, tracing his fingers up and down the black-eyed male’s sides. “When I’m around you, I can’t think straight.” “Mm. That’s nice, Brandon.: Braze replied distractedly, his eyes devouring the text in front of him as he relaxed back against Brandon's chest, not noticing the pout that his lover sent him. Win snickered softly, sending the Omega an amused grin from his place on the floor. His hands moved absently over the other legs, tracing small designs on his calves. “Really, brother?” The blonde mocked her, smirking slightly. “I would think you could do better than that.” Brandon huffed. “Oh? And what would you say?” “Hmm...” Win tilted his head to the side. You must be tired, because you’ve been running through my head all day." “Is that how you get dates?" The older man inquired teasingly, raising an eyebrow. " Talk in a different language and assume the poor soul you’v
Win and Brandon loved riling their lovers up. Braze was properly in the mood, and he was wild in the sack. They'd give each other a look and then surround him with a dual attack of mouths on his neck and lips until Braze was pliant between them. Celebrating their success, they'd then stand on their tiptoes to kiss over his shoulder. For some reason, whenever they tried to kiss around Braze, he seemed to shift and get in their way, meaning they had no choice but to lean over him. They had first assumed Braze just liked being sandwiched between them. But then Braze seemed to not mind Win or Damon being in the middle as he stayed plastered against their back, and he'd initiate a kiss in the exact same way, often steadying the hips of the person in the middle and making sure they stayed put as he leaned over their shoulder to kiss the other. In fact, Braze often placed himself in a position that made his height over the other person clear. He seemed to revel in plastering himself against
Allen sighed as she tied on her apron, washed her hands, and headed to the counter. Working at Ohm's Place at 20 was something she never really wanted. However, in order to pay for her college classes, she needed the money, and her brother, who is an Alpha who just happens to own the cafe, gave her a job a year ago. Ohm had taken over the cafe when he was 18 and Allen was 19. The owner before was getting pretty old, and when he retired, he handed over the Cafe to Ohm just like that. And of course, Ohm changed the name as well. And the funny part is that the owner is none other than their own Grandfather. Allen's story is quite funny; when she presented as an omega at the age of thirteen, everything started to go downhill. Her parents would never show her affection and only talk to her when she was told to do something, and the same goes for her grandfather. Allen wanted to make her parents proud of her, and she did everything she was asked. The Jameswood family was known for being alp
It was now 8 p.m., and Ohm closed the cafeteria early. Usually, the cafe would stay open until midnight, but Ohm wanted to close it early so he could get Allen's mind off Seth. Ohm and Allen both drove their cars to the beginning of the woods. Both of them parked their cars and got out. They both walked over to each other and then turned their bodies so they were facing the woods. "So I think we should check out this place as well," Ohm said with a grin. Allen's eyes went wide, and she shook her head. "Oh, we can't. That side of the woods is private territory." Ohm still had that smug look on his face. "Come on, Allen, don't be a baby." Allen closed her eyes. Ohm was an alpha, and whenever he demanded things like that, it made the omega in her want to obey. When Allen opened her eyes, she saw Ohm wink at her, crouch down, and within minutes be in his wolf form. His fur was golden, and his eyes were golden as well. The color of the eyes changed whenever someone transformed. It wa
It was the day of the run, and Allen was standing alongside the other omegas. Looking over her shoulder, she could see the alphas looking at the group, along with some betas. Allen couldn't help her shaky hands as she waited for the event holder to start speaking. The run was held at the woods, the same one Allen and Ohm were at the other night. However, they couldn't get too far because this was the only day. Sebestian territory was fenced off, so no one could run into that part of the woods. The run went like this: The Omegas lined up horizontally facing the woods. When they hear a gunshot, they race off into the woods, turning into their wolf form. They would find a hiding spot and wait until they heard the last gunshot. When the second gunshot is heard, the betas will race off into the woods. Finally, when the last gunshot is heard, it's time for the alphas to run into the woods. Alphas would usually go for omegas, while betas usually went for other betas. However, there are time
When Sebestian is sure that Allen is fully asleep, he closes his eyes and concentrates on the sound. He hears the growling get closer, and Sebestian knows what he needs to do. He shifts back into his wolf form and starts to walk towards the cave entrance. When he gets there, he sees the same wolf that tackled Allen to the ground in the first place. The next thing that the other alpha wolf did surprised Sebestian. Seth turns into his human self. Seeing Seth shift back to his human side, Sebestian does the same. "Where is she? Allen is mine." Seth growled as his claws came out and he showed his white canines. "She's not yours, and she never will be. Now leave." Sebestian growled back. Seth laughed. "I know she's here. I can smell her delicious scent." Sebestian grew and took a step closer. "Do you know who I am?" "Of course. You're Sebestian. That doesn't mean anything to me. Now I'm going to take the little omega, and you can't stop me." Seth replied and took a step. Sebestian ra