“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath.
Why was he thinking of Harvey’s request now? Harvey had been human, caught in a car accident. Jackson barely made it. By the time he arrived at the hospital, it was only to hear Harvey’s impossible demand.
He formed a circle with his hand, began to fuck it as he imagined how Matt would look on his hands and knees, ass raised in the air…
Hold on a fucking second. He didn’t imagine Matt calling out his name with hope, with hesitation. Jerking his eyes opened, he froze. Matt stood by the doorway. Jackson hadn’t even heard the door open. Did he forget to lock the door?
It had been a long time since he had a guest in his home, and Matt looked so fucking adorable in his oversized shirt and boxers.
Jackson had to take control of the situation before matters spun in a different direction.
His mouth worked, thank God. “Did you need something?”
He refused to be embarrassed by Matt catching him masturbating. This was his damn apartment. He could do whatever he wanted.
“I—I wanted to ask if you had milk. I couldn’t sleep, you see, and I noticed your bedroom light was still on,” Matt muttered.
Jackson noticed Matt didn’t look away, simply stared at him through the glass. He certainly didn’t imagine the appreciation in Matt’s eyes.
He couldn’t help it. It had been a long time since he responded to attraction, felt desire for another man. “You like what you see, little Omega? I taste better than milk.”
Oh God. Did he seriously just say those words? What was he doing, flirting with Matt?
Apologizing seemed the best course of action, but before he could say more, Matt replied with a, “Hell yeah. You should know how you look.”
“Are you, like, asking me to join you? Because I don’t mind getting another shower.” Despite the bold words, Matt was bright red.
“So certain of yourself, little Omega?” He couldn’t help but respond to the bait.
He chuckled. It had been a long time since he remembered laughing, too. “Is that refusal or acceptance?”
Matt pouted, crossing his arms. “Don’t make fun of me.”
“I’m not.” Jackson sighed. “Look, maybe this isn’t a good idea. It’s been a long time since I did anything like this.”
“Define anything. Like, you seduce any Omega you see?”
Fuck, but he liked it when Matt became cheeky.
“I don’t seduce Omegas for a hobby. The last man I’d been with in a real relationship was my mate.”
Matt’s face fell. “Oh God. Sorry. I didn’t mean it that way.”
Before Matt could run away, he said, “It’s fine. I just want you to know that it’s been a while for me. Even before Harvey, I didn’t usually flirt.”
“It’s okay.” Matt looked relieved. “I mean, I’m new to the whole dating game, too. We Omegas aren’t encouraged to see someone else other than our chosen mates. Our purity—”
“Are you telling me you’re a virgin?” Double fuck. Knowing Matt was unclaimed in every sense of the word, ripe for the taking, riled up his wolf and his dick.
If possible, Matt turned tomato red.
“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” Jackson told him gently. “You just caught me masturbating. What’s more embarrassing than that?”
“Why do you have to be so nice?” Matt asked. “I mean, look at me.”
“I am,” Jackson said steadily.
Matt started trembling. Jackson remained where he was. If he went to Matt now, he wouldn’t be able to control himself. Exiting the shower meant crossing a line he shouldn’t.
“I’m twenty-two and a virgin, about to mate a man I hate,” Matt whispered.
“Hobert’s out of the picture. I can still kill him for you.” Saying the words gave him a new sense of purpose, a steadiness.
Matt widened his eyes. “You sound like you mean that.”
“I do. I’m a broken wolf, about to go berserk on my loved ones. Least thing I can do is save one young Omega.”
“Don’t you dare say that. Don’t offer to throw away your life like it means nothing,” Matt hissed.
Jesus. Now the Omega was mad at him? Jackson was generally a patient man. Most dominant shifters used violence for every solution. His ability to remain calm was one of his advantages, but Matt seemed intent on pushing all his buttons.
He let out a warning growl. “Remember whose house you’re in, Omega.”
“I know. Everything here smells of you, even this shirt.” Matt tugged at the front of the shirt, sniffing at it. “Smells like fabric softener, pine, and wolf musk. You.”
Jackson liked seeing Matt wearing his clothes. It made him feel all possessive over the Omega. He stared at Matt, hoping Matt would go away. Well, half of him silently dared Matt to join him in the shower.
They were still flirting, seeing what the other person would do. Jackson had to put an end to this. That way, no one would get hurt. He could turn the running water off, put on some bottoms. Give Matt some milk. Try to sleep, except he was certain sleep would elude him tonight. He still sported a raging hard-on, and he could see the bulge in Matt’s boxers, too.
“Ran out of words, big bad wolf?” Matt taunted.
Oh, the Omega did it now.
He smirked. “You have a clever little tongue, Omega. Come here and show me what you can do with it.”
The slick tiles kissed his back.
Jackson tipped Matt’s chin again, looking into his eyes, as if making sure Matt wanted this.
“Kiss me. Please. I want to know,” Matt pleaded. Know what, he still wasn’t certain.
Jackson didn’t stop this time around. The Alpha went for the kill. The kiss had a bite to it, but that only made Matt respond with equal passion. There was no finesse to this, but Matt needed none. Hobert always boasted he was a good kisser, but all he felt was wetness and disgust when Hobert did it.
Jackson though…wow. Fireworks went off in his head. His insides melted. Matt could melt right into Jackson’s ripped body, confident in the knowledge Jackson would catch him if he stumbled. Jackson speared his mouth open using his tongue, deepening the kiss. Matt sucked on Jackson’s tongue, loving Jackson’s heat and taste.
Matt couldn’t control himself. He roamed his hands all over Jackson’s body. Every inch of the Alpha seemed cut from hard muscle. Jackson did the same and touched him with a tenderness Matt didn’t expect.
Jackson released his mouth only to close his fingers around Matt’s shaft. He let out a surprised whimper. Jackson’s hand was huge and callused, a contrast against the silken texture of his dick. It was fucking mind-blowing.
He buried his head into Jackson’s muscled chest, groaning as Jackson slowly worked his dick up and down, steadily increasing his speed. Throwing civility out the window, Matt began thrusting his hips into Jackson’s hand.
“You like that?” Jackson asked, breath warm against his sweat-slicked skin.
“No one has ever done anything like this for me,” he admitted. “In the pack, Omegas are expected to give pleasure.”
Jackson let out a growl at that, halted the hand job. Matt’s head still spun. He longed for Jackson to keep touching him. Had he done something wrong?
The Alpha took away his self-doubt when he resumed his task.
Jackson kissed the side of his mouth, left a trail down his throat, his collarbones. Matt moaned as Jackson closed his mouth over his left nipple, then sucked, licked, and nipped until the bud hardened. The sensations ran right through him, sending jolts to his prick.
When Jackson bit down, pleasure and pain collided. He cried out as Jackson switched to his right nipple and did the same. Matt stared at the perfect imprints of Jackson’s teeth around the buds, wondering why a spear of self-satisfaction stabbed through him.
Jackson marking him was good, because with every step, Matt became less of Hobert’s property. The Alpha proceeded downward, kisses gentle on his bruises, like the gentle drizzle of rain.
Matt always despised his body. His virginity felt like a chain around his neck, constantly weighing him down. Hobert seemed to want to alter everything about how he looked, too—from his weight to his hair. Jackson worshiped his body as if it were a temple, a gift.
He shut his eyes, enjoying the sensation, still half wondering if this was all a pleasant dream.
If so, Matt didn’t want to ever wake up. He’d prefer to be trapped in this frozen moment of time. In here, his personal problems no longer seemed to matter. He could let his imagination run wild, imagine he belonged to a man like Jackson, not Hobert. That he could be loved like this, every day of his life, by Jackson.
It was a heady feeling, intoxicating and exhilarating at once.
Finally, Jackson reached the line of hair around his groin. Matt opened his eyes, breath hitching at the sight of Jackson kneeling in front of him.
“W-what are you doing?” he asked, uncertain.
“Giving you a reward. Don’t take it for granted though,” Jackson reminded him.
Oh, Matt wouldn’t think of it.
He thought Jackson would still change his mind, except Jackson pinched his balls. He nearly came then, but Matt held his orgasm back. Coming this soon like some immature pup wasn’t the best course of action. Jackson curled his hand around the base of Matt’s shaft again. It struck Matt that despite their positions, Jackson held his most intimate part captive.
Jackson leaned in close, flicking his tongue out to lick away Matt’s precum.
“God,” he whispered.