Alpha's Treasure: Omega Destiny, International, #1

Prologue

In the beginning

Jeremy

Oh, yeah, hot stuff, the oaf grunting over me gasped as his hips jackhammered against my butt, shoving me another inch further up toward the headboard as I idly wondered how long it was going to be before he blew his load. After all, if it wasn’t soon, I’d need to consider bracing myself to keep from banging my head.

I sighed and then rolled my eyes when he misinterpreted it.

Oh, yeah, feels good, huh? He did something weird with his hips that made his dick poke sideways, ramming into the side of my channel and missing my prostate entirely. Not a good feeling. 

Luckily, I was saved from having to work up an appropriate response by his alarmingly harsh breaths speeding up and his already uneven rhythm becoming jerky and irregular.

Gonna come, sugar ass, he grunted, shoving his dick deeper and dropping his weight on me, forcing my face into the pillow.

Sugar ass? Really? No wonder this clown had to resort to hookup apps to get laid.

I struggled to stay still for a minute, making sure he’d actually finished, before tensing my body and rolling over, depositing him on the bed next to me.

Great. Well, thanks for the fuck. I jumped from the bed and reached for my clothes, wincing at the feel of his spunk dripping down my leg.

You sure you gotta rush off? He raised up on one elbow, grabbing his flaccid dick with the other hand and beating it like it owed him money in a desperate attempt to bring it back to life. Stay for a bit and I’ll take you on another magic carpet ride!

Ugg.

Stupid git either hadn’t noticed or didn’t care that I hadn’t even gotten off.

Not that it mattered; I wasn’t there for pleasure. I could handle that on my own when I got home. I’d been after one thing and one thing only – an injection of hot Alpha cum to stave off the worst of the heat symptoms. Without a mate to breed me or access to suppressants, twice-a-day fucks and the black-market birth control implants in my hip were the only way to keep from being used as breeding stock by my familial clan.

It took me a minute to realize that my host was still waiting for a response, his drooping dick flopping around like a spaghetti noodle as he tried to jerk it back awake.

Shit. I almost considered it. I mean, it was already late, and I was going to have to find another partner by morning, and, shitty lay or not, this guy had been polite and gentle.

Safe.

My eyes dropped to his still floppy penis.

Yeah, no. Better to play to his ego and make a quick escape.

Sorry, I sent him my sweetest smile and batted my eyes, backing toward the door of the one-room apartment. I don’t think I could handle another round with that monster cock. I pretended to wince. I’m not going to be able to sit for a week as it is!

You ain’t the first to tell me that, he boasted proudly. Next time you need a little loving, you give Big Daddy a ring, you hear?

I nodded and ducked through the door, closing it behind me and sighing in relief when I was alone in the dingy hall.

Whew.

A couple more days of anonymous hookups and I’d be able to refocus my thoughts on where I was going and how to get there.

EVEN THOUGH IT HAD been well after midnight when I’d scored my last hookup, the sun was barely up when I realized that the trick I’d landed the night before either hadn’t shot enough or had a high enough hormone level to help for very long. The familiar hot, itchy feeling returned. It was promptly followed by the burning tightness of being forced into skin that was too tight to stretch over my limbs. My heat symptoms were coming on with a vengeance, so sleep was going to have to wait. I groaned and turned the shower on as cold as it could run.

As amazing as the cold water felt on my overheated skin, I still needed to get my next Alpha lined up and I didn’t dare dawdle. Before the water had finished draining from the tub, I was dripping on the plush Caribbean-blue bathmat and scrolling through the profiles of the men logged onto the Do Me Dirty app, looking for one close to the high-end penthouse apartment I was temporarily calling home and willing to travel. Now that my scent had begun to change, it wouldn’t exactly be safe to be out in the streets.

I flipped through the options quickly, skipping over anyone without the bold-type A that signified Alpha status. After all, there wasn’t any point in a random hook up that wouldn’t get me relief.

The floppy fornicator from the night before popped immediately and then sent me a private message, but I ignored him and kept on scrolling. I was about midway down the first page when my finger reversed the scroll to return to a profile I’d skimmed too quickly.

Unlike most of the profiles that might feature a headless torso or a tacky dick pic, this Alpha had uploaded a standard shoulder and headshot, almost like a passport photo. With thick, auburn hair, a strong chin, and eyes that seemed to carry a multitude of different colors, he was definitely handsome.

He was also nearby, willing to travel, and on PrEP, so, in other words, probably willing to bareback me.

Perfect.

I didn’t waste any time typing out a raunchy invitation and hitting the send button. I didn’t even have time to return to the main page of the app before he’d accepted my invite.  And, from the ten minutes he gave as an ETA, he wasn’t wasting any time.

Even better.

Tossing the phone down on the floor by the door, I climbed back into the shower and flipped the cold water back on, killing two birds as I scrubbed up for my guest and tried again to bring my temperature down.

By the time the buzzer by the front door alerted me to a guest in the lobby, I was clean, dry, and ready for action.

After buzzing my visitor in, I dashed back to toss a stack of clean towels onto the floor by the bed – wouldn’t want to ruin the silk comforter – and was back at the apartment door as a firm knock echoed through the room.

Pulling the door open, I nearly swallowed my tongue at the sight before me. The man I’d seen in the tiny fingernail image on my phone had been handsome and clean-cut, like you’d see on a business card for your friendly, neighborhood insurance agent.

What was standing over me in the doorway was a sex beast. Large, bulging muscles straining against a skin-tight white t-shirt tucked into the trim waist of dark blue jeans whose legs dropped to the top of scuffed, well-worn but clean brown leather ropers.

When my eyes finally finished traveling up his broad chest to his face, his unique amber-colored eyes were sparkling with amusement.

Like what you see? he rumbled, his plump lips stretching in a grin. He ran his eyes down my body, not bothering to hide his appreciation, and his grin widened. Can’t say as I’m disappointed, myself. He cocked his head. That is, assuming that you’re Jay?

What? Oh, yeah, I stuttered. I am. I stepped back. Please come in. I closed and locked the door before leaning back against it. And, yeah, I definitely like what I see.

Good, the deep voice almost purred. Name’s Kade. He held his hand out, wrapping his strong fingers around mine when I took it. Nice to meet you.

I nodded, forcing myself to exhale slowly as my hormones kicked up another notch. How about we get this party started?

Kade laughed. Not wasting any time, are you? He stepped closer to me, using his grip on my hand to pull me against his body. He bent down to run his nose along the line of my neck and stopped to whisper in my ear. Mmm. You sure smell ready. Why don’t you show me to your bed?

The warm rush of his breath against my skin made me shiver. Yes, sir. This way.

Sir, huh? Kade murmured as I led him down the hall. Is my new friend into a little role play or just a good little Omega?

The slight stab of annoyance at that question wasn’t enough to make me boot the hot Alpha to the curb. Cutting my nose off to spite my face and all, so I ignored the question.

"Come on, I huffed instead. Need you now!"

I dragged my t-shirt over my head, and, since the cotton had stuck to my still wet skin when I had rushed to get dressed, bent down to pull my jeans off. I straightened up and turned back around to start working on Kade’s clothing, but he was already lying naked in the center of the bed, one hand stroking an extremely impressive erection. His clothes were all neatly folded on the floor at the foot of the bed and the comforter I’d been worried about protecting was, well, gone.

What’s taking you so long? Kade teased, winking at me as his fingers ran down his thick cock.

Umph, I croaked as I stared at him, mentally crossing my fingers that this fuck was going to be as good as he looked.

Kade crooked a finger at me and I trotted the last couple of feet to the bed, crawling up beside him like the good little Omega he’d suggested I was. Frustrating as it is, sometimes nature and nurture just gang up on you.

Kade

Where are you off to now? Rafael Borrero, a long-time friend, and Alpha of the local Blood Valley wolf shifter pack asked, tossing back the rest of his beer and signaling our waiter to bring another round.

As a freelance bounty hunter and part-time private investigator, I’d worked with Rafe and the Council of Packs, Security Division off and on for several years. We’d just finished an investigation and decided to grab a few beers before I headed back out on my own.

Not sure, yet, I admitted, taking a drag from the fresh mug that the waiter handed me. I’ve got a couple of offers, but nothing that’s really floating my boat. I took another swallow of cold perfection. I might take a little time off.

Rafe raised a brow. You shitting me?

I shook my head. Naw. Haven’t taken a vacation in years. I was thinking about heading somewhere warm. West coast, maybe.

Winter in Pennsylvania was cold as balls and, so far, the spring hadn’t done anything but add a shit ton of mud to the equation.

Well, if you change your mind, let me know. With the pups getting older, we can always use another babysitter, Rafe cracked with a smirk.

Thanks. I snorted when the cell phone on the table vibrated. Duty calls?

Rafe glanced at the screen and gave a wolfish grin. Not exactly duty, he disagreed, slamming the rest of his beer and tossing a few bills on the table as he stood. Seems Colby lined up a babysitter and you know I’m not missing out on that!

I laughed. Understood, man. Fuck knows if I had a man like that at home, I wouldn’t be sitting here with you, either.

I watched Rafe stride out into the morning and reached for my own phone. The day was early and I had some time to kill.

Lost your buddy, eh, Kade? our waiter, a local kid who answered to Red, asked sympathetically. You gonna want another beer? How about a burger?

Naw. I looked up from the app I was scrolling through on my phone. Think maybe I’ll head on out.

You sure?

The alert that chimed had me nodding. Yep. Looks like I just got a bite.  Handing over the cash to cover the bill, I headed out into the parking lot, already typing out a response to the trick that had hit me up. He was less than a mile away and willing to host, so, with a little luck, we could be fucking each other senseless in short order.

FROM THE MOMENT THAT Jay opened the door, there was an odd urgency to his movements. Granted, I was there to fuck and nothing more, but, still, he seemed almost desperate to get to the main event as quickly as possible.

Curious, I dipped down to draw in the scent from the warm skin behind his ear where the pheromones would be the strongest and, sure enough, beneath the scent of arousal and the heavy cologne he had slapped on, I caught what he was trying to hide – the warm, spicy scent of an Omega in heat.

That certainly explained the rush.

I held my tongue until he was kneeling over me, his knees straddling my thighs as he rubbed his slippery crease along my cock, moaning and panting.

Condom? I murmured.

What? Jay jerked up, his eyes wide. I..it said you were on PReP?

I am, I agreed easily. But you, beautiful, are in heat and I’m not really looking to become a baby-daddy.

Jay’s eyes shifted guiltily. I..that is.. He bit down on his bottom lip and sighed. You can’t knock me up.

I raised a brow. Really? I drew my index finger down his chest