“Does it matter what this is?” Heath whispered.
“Yes, it does. I just—I want to be prepared for when you drop me and see someone else.”
That thought hurt. Maybe, by giving in, Heath wouldn’t look at Daniel the next time. He’d just be finding a new omega to fuck.
“I’ve been watching you for three months,” Heath murmured. “Ever since you showed up at the Wine Shack. I can’t commit, but... I’d like to see you again.”
“Why me?”
“Because you look like you need someone.” Heath kissed him on the corner of his lips. “You’re always hugging yourself, and you always sit alone at the bar. You don’t even smell like another alpha.”
Oh. He noticed. “I was there to watch you,” Daniel admitted, his cheeks warming.
Heath’s smile grew. “I’ve never had anyone look at me like they were parched. When was the last time you had an alpha?”
Daniel’s cheeks burned. Bad memories. “Some—some months. I don’t want to talk about it.”
“We don’t have to.”
“I’m so much older than you,” Daniel mumbled.
“I don’t care. That isn’t important to me. This is.” Heath pressed his palm over Daniel’s heart.
“That’s... that’s cheesy, you know?” Daniel said. “You don’t even know me.”
“I know enough.”
Then he slanted his lips against Daniel’s, kissing him slow and thoroughly, dragging his teeth down Daniel’s lower lip. He licked at the seam of Daniel’s mouth, and Daniel groaned, opening for him.
The kiss burned like a growing flame. Heath cupped Daniel’s jaw, reaching down to rub Daniel’s nipples through his shirt. They hardened, humming with pleasure.
“Gods, you smell good,” Heath growled.
And he thrust his tongue into Daniel’s mouth, hungry and demanding, just like how he promised to claim Daniel’s hole. Daniel squirmed, his cock throbbing with that kiss. His hole leaked. “Heath, please—”
“Please what?” Heath growled, tugging Daniel’s shirt out of his pants, splaying his hand across Daniel’s chest. Then he reached between Daniel’s legs, wrapping his fingers around Daniel’s cock through his jeans.
Pleasure shot through Daniel’s body. He jerked, thrusting his hips up at Heath, his heat consuming him. “I need more.”
“Gonna give you more,” Heath growled.
He popped open the button of Daniel’s jeans. Daniel’s musk rolled through the car; his cock jutted up, straining behind his boxers, demanding touch.
Heath chuckled, low and gravelly. “Been wanting to see this for a while. Wanted to see you hard for me.”
Daniel groaned, tucking his cock back into his pants. Except Heath knocked his hands away. He reached into Daniel’s jeans, his hot fingers circling around Daniel’s cock, pulling it free from the heavy material.
Then he peeled Daniel’s boxers off his cock, letting it jut up ravenously, his tip pushing out past his foreskin. Daniel flushed. Heath was looking at his cock. Heath was so young.
Heath growled, licking his lips. “Gods, I want to taste you.”
“But?” Daniel thrust up at him, trying to convince Heath to touch his cock more.
“But not here. Not the first time.” Heath dragged the pad of his thumb across Daniel’s tip, smearing precome across his skin. Then he pulled his hand away, and Daniel writhed.
“Please,” Daniel begged, reaching down to tug on his own cock.
“Don’t touch yourself,” Heath said sharply, so in-command that Daniel’s cock jumped, eager to please him. “I’ll tell you when you can come tonight.”
Daniel grew so hard he hurt. He whimpered, sitting on his hands so he wouldn’t be tempted.
And Heath licked Daniel’s precome off his fingers, rolling Daniel’s taste through his mouth. Daniel’s entire body throbbed.
Heath seemed to tense, suddenly. Then he wheezed like he’d been punched in the gut. He panted, his pupils blown, reaching down to adjust his cock. “Fuck. I’m—I think I’m in a rut.”
Daniel’s insides grew molten. It wasn’t often that alphas went into a rut. When they did, alphas became focused on sating their lust, especially if their desired omega was close.
But ruts usually required an emotional connection to occur, so... Did Heath feel something for Daniel?
Daniel squirmed, leaking so much into his boxers that the fabric stuck to his skin.
Heath panted. He swallowed a few times, his stare burning down Daniel’s body. He clenched his shaking fists, and tore his gaze away. But Daniel felt Heath’s hunger, and his body pulsed in response.
They pulled out of the parking lot, Heath turning the car onto a street, then another, into the wealthier side of Meadowfall that Daniel hardly visited. The properties here were gated mansions with long driveways, but all Daniel could think about was the cool air of the AC on his bare cock, the precome trickling down his skin.
He was in heat. And here he was, in Heath Roland’s car, his cock exposed, obeying Heath’s every order.
At a stop sign, Heath reached over, closing his fist around Daniel’s cock. His hand was warm, snug, and Daniel couldn’t help thrusting up, seeking more pleasure. His head pushed lewdly through the circle of Heath’s fist; Daniel blushed.
“You like fucking my hand?” Heath murmured, his lips quirking into a smile.
“I want you to touch me,” Daniel rasped.
“Mm.” Heath pulled Daniel’s boxers back over his cock, and then neglected it for the rest of the journey.
Daniel panted, his hole wet, his precome drenching his boxers. He barely noticed them driving past an iron gate, and up a driveway. Heath parked in front of a mansion; Daniel pulled the car door open. He couldn’t wait.
“On your knees,” Heath said.
Daniel stopped breathing. He got to his knees next to the car, his pulse between his legs.
Heath rounded the hood, his strong body illuminated by the lights around the house. The sweat on his chest had dried, and his leather pants clung to his thighs. But all Daniel cared about was the solid line behind Heath’s pants, the way Heath raked his gaze down Daniel’s body, lingering on Daniel’s needy cock.
Heath stopped inches from Daniel, his bulge at eye-level. Thick. Tempting.
Heath’s chest heaved, and Daniel read the
