Daniel gaped. His voice had gotten stuck, somehow.
“I don’t bite,” Heath said. Then he leaned closer with a bigger smile, and murmured in Daniel’s ear, “Unless you ask nicely.”
Oh. Daniel’s hole squeezed.
He had been wondering what Heath smelled like. It wasn’t easy to tell before this, with the bar smelling like a cacophony of booze and sweat layered over the woodsy scents of alphas, the grassy scents of betas, and the floral scents of omegas.
But now, with Heath just inches away, Daniel caught a whiff of fresh sweat and yew, and the telling musk of his arousal.
He really wants me.
Heath’s nostrils flared. He took a deep breath—Daniel knew he smelled amaranth, and the heavy musk of Daniel’s heat. Heath’s smile widened.
“You’ll smell perfect in my bed,” Heath whispered, his hand on Daniel’s back slipping lower, just cupping Daniel’s ass.
In Heath’s bed? Daniel leaked. His throat had gone bone-dry.
“No drink?” Heath tilted his head and smiled. “Should I leave?”
“N-no, no,” Daniel yelped, shoving himself off the bar stool. Gods, I’m desperate. “Don’t—don’t go.”
Heath’s smile made Daniel’s toes curl. He leaned in, brushing his soft lips against Daniel’s ear. “Then I’m all yours tonight.”
And he dragged his tongue up the shell of Daniel’s ear, a damp touch that promised lewd kisses down the rest of Daniel’s skin. Daniel moaned; Heath’s eyes turned darker yet.
“Where to?” Heath murmured.
“Out,” Daniel croaked.
Heath grinned, wrapping his strong arm around Daniel’s waist. Daniel had to yelp to stop him, fumbling with his tip for the bartender. Then he almost tripped, trying to ease into the crowd.
Heath held him steady, pulling him flush against that strong body. He was young, but even then, he was a full head taller than Daniel, and his pecs were warm, solid against Daniel’s hand.
“Hold me all you want, wherever you want.” Heath smiled. “But I need to get us out of here.”
Daniel thought about holding Heath between his legs, but he didn’t want any acquaintance catching sight of this. Not him with someone half his age. He tucked his hands against himself.
Somehow, they made it out of the bar. The air sweltered outside, worse than the press of bodies they’d left. Daniel hardly cared. Heath was holding him.
“Where to?” Heath murmured in Daniel’s ear, backing him up against the wall of the bar. “Or do you wanna fuck right here?”
The thought of being opened up where anyone could see them... Daniel’s blood surged between his legs; his cock grew so hard, it almost split his pants. “Not—not here!”
Especially not when some passers-by glanced at them, and Daniel was ever so aware of his own strands of gray hair, the crow’s feet next to his eyes. Hell, he wasn’t even sure what Heath saw in him.
“What’s wrong?” Heath asked.
“You shouldn’t be doing this.”
Heath raised an eyebrow. “What about you? Should you be doing this?”
He glanced at Daniel’s hips, where Daniel’s arousal strained behind his pants. Daniel turned away, sucking in air that wasn’t yew and musk. He needed to clear his thoughts.
“I’m forty, for heaven’s sake,” he blurted. “Why are you even interested in me?”
And then he could’ve kicked himself. Couldn’t you have waited until after he fucks you?
But that had always been Daniel’s weakness. Him and his big mouth.
He chewed on his lip, his heart pattering when Heath didn’t answer immediately. After a long moment, Daniel looked up. He found Heath studying him.
“C’mon, this isn’t the place for talking,” Heath said, leading Daniel down a back alley, to the parking lot. Instead of asking about Daniel’s ride, he brought Daniel to a sleek, low sports car, all navy-blue with tinted windows.
That should’ve been Daniel’s first red flag, but Daniel chalked it off to Heath having rich parents.
Heath unlocked the car, pulling open the passenger door. It was the first time any alpha had done that for Daniel. He gulped, climbing into the car. Like its exterior, the console and dashboard were streamlined, futuristic, all black with silver trim. So much more than Daniel could afford.
And his jean bottoms were damp, too.
Daniel swore just as Heath got into the driver’s side, lifting his hips up. “I’m dirtying your car!”
Heath stared. “How?”
“I’m in heat,” Daniel muttered, his face burning. “My slick’s already leaked through my pants. It’ll get on your expensive seat.”
Daniel expected Heath to grimace and throw Daniel out of his car. Instead, Heath growled, his eyes intent. “Yeah? Show me.”
That... sounded wrong, too. But Daniel fumbled onto his side, showing Heath the damp spot just where his hole was.
“Fuck,” Heath panted. He reached over, running his knuckles lightly over the fabric. “You want me that much?”
Daniel whimpered. “You know I’m in heat.”
Heath pressed his palm over the damp spot, his touch muffled against Daniel’s hole. Then he squeezed, right where Daniel craved his touch. Pleasure hissed through his veins.
Daniel scrabbled against the door, whimpering. “Heath—”
“You know my name,” Heath whispered. “What’s yours?”
“Daniel,” Daniel gasped, writhing when Heath only held him harder, massaging his hole through his jeans.
“Daniel,” Heath rumbled. “Nice to have a name to match the face.”
And he pushed his fingers up against that damp patch, so all Daniel could think about was Heath opening him up, sliding into him. A raw, helpless moan slipped from his throat.
Heath released his ass. When Daniel flopped bonelessly back into the seat, he found Heath sniffing at his own fingers.
“I want your smell on my lips,” Heath said quietly, glancing over. “I want to taste you and make you scream.”
Daniel’s breath rushed out of him. “You sing those lyrics to every other crowd.”
“But it’s not every day that I see an omega I want.” Heath’s gaze dragged down Daniel’s throat to his thin chest, then his hips and thighs. As though he was undressing Daniel in his mind.
Daniel’s skin tingled. “I’m eighteen years older than you. You shouldn’t even be attracted to me. You know how many omegas there were in the crowd, trying to get into your pants.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“So this is just a game to you?”
A tiny smile tugged
