I glance down at her sleeping form one more time, inhaling deeply as I greedily take one last deep breath of her scent. I’m quiet as I can be as I slip out of her bed and then out of her suite.
The guard swipes my wristband, showing that I left the floor as I go down a few floors to mine and Wells’ suite.
He’s passed out, his sleeping mask on his face as he breathes with his mouth open. His dirty blonde hair is a mess around his face. I take my clothes off, trying to not disturb him. But the moment I climb into my side of the bed, he jolts up.
Wells lifts his sleep mask up and blinks at me.
“Am I dreaming?” he questions.
“No,” I grumble, sliding under the covers.
His mouth is open like a gaping fish as he stares at me, and he leans down, taking a deep inhale of my skin.
He doesn’t say anything for a long time, before he clicks the small lamp on his bed. He stares at me some more and I try to get comfortable in the bed.
“You were with an Omega tonight?” he says, nearly bouncing on the bed. “What the fuck? How? What time is it?” He grabs his phone and when he looks at the time, he gasps. “Tell me everything. Who are they, what happened? They smell good.”
“That’s a lot of questions,” I grumble and he shoves my shoulder and crawls onto my lap.
I groan as he pokes at the center of my chest. I grab his hips and sigh.
“Her name is Claire. She was feeling seasick, and I took care of her. Took her to the doctor’s and then back to her room. She said my scent was comforting, and I stayed.”
“Holy shit, is that why you’re hard right now, because she said you were comforting?” he says and I huff out a breath.
“You’re sitting on my lap.”
“That too. But holy shit. I thought it was going to take you weeks to open up to this experience and I leave you alone for one night and you find someone,” he says excitedly. “What does she look like?”
“It was one night. I don’t want you to get your hopes up. I was just there when she needed help.”
His fingers glide along my chest as he slides down my body, his hard length pressing against mine.
“She’s pretty, isn’t she?” he asks as his hand moves south, and he grips both of us, pushing both of our cocks together, slowly jerking us off.
“She is,” I say, tangling my fingers in his hair and bringing his mouth to mine.
“What does she look like?” he asks, his mouth still next to mine, his hand working both of us.
“Long dark hair, baby blue eyes, smooth, soft skin.”
“Did she look expensive, Forrest, like she needs an Alpha to take care of her?”
“Fuck,” I groan out as I add my hand into the mix, the other still tightly gripped in his hair.
We’re frantic, both of us wanting to come and go to sleep.
“She needed you so bad, didn’t she? Just as bad as I need you to make me come. You’re always so fucking good to me. We’ll be so good to her.”
It’s the strangest dirty talk we’ve ever had, but damn if it doesn’t work as my knot swells and my balls tighten, and I can’t hold back as release spurts against my chest.
I shift my hand to just stroking Wells, and he doesn’t last much longer, covering me in his cum.
He leans down, placing a soft kiss against my lips, before going to the bathroom, where he grabs a washcloth. He cleans himself off first, before tossing it at me.
Wells sighs wistfully.
“We have to find her tomorrow,” he says dreamily, turning off the side lamp.