Alexa
I swiveled my chair around as the offices of 'Drakos Dominion' buzzed with activity. The afternoon sunlight came through my office wall high above the city, reflecting onto an array of fancy awards I'd earned over the years. I sat back, rubbing my strong fingers along my jaw as I took a break from reading through the latest business reports.
I heard the soft knock directed to knocking on the office door thousands of feet below before it opened. Steffy poked her head in, "Hey, just giving you a heads up, I'm heading out to the spa this evening, want to come along?" Steffy is the friend everyone wants, she is beautiful and sassy, with long black hair and gray eyes. I enjoy her sharp wit and quick tongue.
"Actually, I'm pretty busy tonight. You go ahead though. How about lunch tomorrow?" I know that she always understands. I've never shared with her that I spend my evenings with Raphael. she thinks that I spend my evenings reading books on genetic mutations and I wonder what she would say to me if she knew about him.
Steffy smiled, though hers lacked her usual luster as she pushed her hair over her shoulders, "Last night I had a dream about a delicious man who shaved my legs before giving me a massage in warm candlelight." "I'll think about it" I wink at her. Steffy had an active love life, jumping from Alpha to Alpha. I've never understood how she can have sex without emotion, even with an Alpha who fits all her criteria.
Steffy leans against the door frame, her eyes fixed on mine with a troubled expression, "When will you find love? I can't believe that the most powerful businesswoman in the world doesn't have love or ever seem to date!" "I'm just busy! Buh-bye! I'll see you at lunch tomorrow!" I gently shooed her out the door, deliberately leaving out my own past.
Her perfume lingers in the air as she closes the door behind her. Looking at the clock I see I have an hour before Rafael will arrive. My stomach is tingling in anticipation of his delicious supper I know will be awaiting me. I stand, make my way across the room. My scent begins to leak, revealing my enthusiasms.
As I pass by the large mirror to make my way down the hall to the main office I catch a glimpse at myself. I pause, taking in the curves of my body. At 1. 97m, I am statuesque. My jeans sit low and entrepreneurship fashion feminine, on my hips. The black shirt I'm wearing does little to hide my tight abs. I peel myself away, not wanting to get distracted.
I sit down behind my desk, my scent lingering as if it is a fine cologne. I need to stay here for a little while longer, reading the reports that sit on my desk. With my back to the door, I roll my chair back and place one of my long legs on top of the other. Straightening my neck, I tilt my head backward on my chair, letting out a auditable sigh.
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I hang my jacket as I step through my penthouse entrance. The smell of his home cooking fills the halls, along with his scent. My senses are in overdrive, thick with arousal and desire, unable to resist lingering in the hall. I inhale deeply, rolling my eyes back as I feel myself lubricating, heartbeat pounding to an almost dizzying pitch.
I wait a few seconds until the waves of hormones repress, letting out a sigh. I walk into the large kitchen and see him standing in front of the gas stove, stirring something in a casserole dish. The tips of his soft, curly hair peek out from under the baseball cap he wears whenever he's in the kitchen.
He seems so absorbed, it takes him a moment to notice me. "Oh, hey." His voice sends a delicious chill through me as he looks up, offering me a shy smile as he returns his attention to whatever he's cooking. I walk towards him. He's a bubbly Omega and generally gets aroused when he is in the kitchen but today is special. There are over a hundred candles of all sizes glowing throughout the penthouse.
I wrap my arms around his waist and pull him close, feeling the warmth from his body and the beat of his heart against my forearm. He doesn't stop cooking, but he melts back into me, "Top sirloin and waffle fries baked in cheddar broth, pepper jack cheesy buffalo cashews, hot artichoke and spinach dip with dairy free sourdough bread, and for dessert..." He pauses, titling his chin toward the fridge.
He shivers in arousal and recesses his head and back up in my arms. "My Queen, I'm cooking right now... and can you please not distract me?" His face showing the aper'effet of a flush impelling a dark glow. "I need about ten more minutes in the kitchen alone." "Okay, Okay" I say teasingly, "But spend this evening with me on the balcony."
I make my way to the balcony, my skin still flushed with arousal and my blood heated with passion. Clean, crisp, salty air hits me immediately as I step outside onto the sun-warmed balcony. My breath catches in my throat and I rest my weight against the marble railing that stands before me, the cool stone against my forearms is a welcome solace from my burning hormones.
The city below me is a blur of activity. It's easy to see why he loves looking over the city. With the soft summer breeze streaking through the air, and my arm leaning against the cool railing, I find myself in a moment of calm contentness. I smell him as he appears at the glass door.
Raphael steps onto the balcony, it's dark in the city now, but I see one of his dimples peak beneath his smile as he places the meal he's cooked in front of me. My eyes travel over him, to take in his perfect and petite form. He's wearing a black suit and a white dress shirt, his small waist is cinched in. A pair of black double monogrammed socks with my initials in gold, sit perfectly in his black leather shoes.
The evening is cool but Raphael never needs a jacket and I feel it is my duty to keep him warm on the balcony... I remove my blazer, wrap it around Raphael, and zip it up. His bare neck peeks out of the collar and my heart immediately feels the urge to nibble it, to gently bite it and leave a mark that would be covered by his neck scarf during the day.
"I'm sorry if I stepped on you... or on my very large feet, are you okay? I get clumsy when I'm nervous." I ask as Rafael chuckles under his breath. "It's nothing" he says. "Besides, in my condition, it might do me some good." He gives me a single wry smile.
I move to a lounge chair, beckoning him towards me. "Come here, sit wth me." He hesitates for a second before joining me, lowerign himself slowly on my lap, his small frame so warm against me. "See, it's nice." I say as he relaxes, never taking my eyes off him. I put a hand on his leg and feel his muscles tense.
I sit back, relaxing into the chair as he rests against me. It was nice watching the city while cuddling up on the balcony with him. We've spent many an evening out here wandering through this city that never sleeps. People are always waking up here; others are asleep and hidden in the darkness, while still others are trading the night for a sunrise and the day for sunsets. The city is full of secrets.
I lean into him, kissing as he relaxes, finally allowing himself to melt into me. He begins speaking softly, kissing is so easy with him. "I know no one in this town knows about us, but do you really want to get married?" His voice carries over the sounds of the city below us. "Wow, I really didn't expect the Omega to say that to the Alpha." With that, I ignored the question.
Raphael half sits up in my lap, turning slightly to face me. His body is tight against mine, his brown eyes large with concern. "Alexa... tell me you want to marry me." This conversation went so off course.
"Of course I want to marry you! If I didn't want to, I wouldn't propose to you, little omega." I growl low in his ear. "Would I propose to someone I didn't want to be with? To be my mate for all eternity?" "I really don't know." I watch excitement glint in his eyes as arousal pools in his pants.
His eyes widen and his breath comes in quick shallow pants as his eyes shift to my lips. He blushes, looking down at my chest to keep from meeting my gaze. The flush color crept over his cheeks, burning him in a way that was highly suggestible of arousal. His sensitive nature displays itself at every opportunity, and it does little to hide how deeply affected he is by me.
My hand moves to his thigh. I can feel the heat pouring off of him in waves. "Look at me" I say, turning his face up towards me with the lightest gripon his chin. His brown eyes meet my eyes reluctantly, but when they do I can see a desire I've never seen before. "I want to marry you. I want you to come live with me. I want you to be my husband!" He gasps at my words, his hands coming up to my chest.
"I can't believe that someone like me is going to get someone like you." he says regretfully, his fingers playing in the hair just above my nape. "Someone like me and someone like you?" "You're the one with the multitudes of wealthy Alpha suitors at your beck and call. I'd rather have you than any of them. Do you know why I do all this? It's because you are so special to me."
"You are the smartest, most beautiful Omega in the world. And soon you will be the boss of my empire," I murmur into his ear as he snuggles closer into me. I want to take him to my bed, ravage his little body and make him scream my name. I want to knot into him feel his tiny body begging for more and his tight sheath brushing against my knot, begging to milk every drop of my essence.