Page 19 of The First Alpha on the Planet
“Your room is as you left it—though I think Nema did clean it.” Noel gave the same tail curl to Vil as they snuggled closer. “If you or Roan need a nap.”
“No! Nooooo!” Nexus hissed from the corner of the room, covered in crumbs again. “No nap!”
“Nap?” Noah yawned and toddled over to the edge of Noel and Vil’s cushion and curled up. “Mnn…”
“Alright. None of that. If you sleep now, you’ll be awake all night climbing the ceiling.” Noel plucked Noah up and patted his back. “Uncle Wallace needs a nap.”
Noah grumbled, and my body made many decisions at once that my mind didn’t.
Chapter Eight
Roan
Something about watching Wallace with the little imps of children made my entire body flare up in uncomfortable heat. My cock, which had played a confusing game of whack a mole with my insides, decided it was a perfectly opportune time not to exit but to threaten to play a game. Deep-seated instincts told me that Wallace was a perfect specimen from his scent to his colors, all striking bronze and dark brown that held a rainbow sheen in their pattern.
“I’ll retire as well. I—don’t make a habit of this. I swear. I just—” I rose to stand and followed as Wallace walked ahead, tail flicking in this salacious curl I couldn’t ignore.
We wound our way in silence through the rather closed-concept home. Every room had a door, every hallway a half dozen more. Cool, fresh air flowed around us, the air rich with the scent of plant life and the temperature and humidity the perfect ratio. Every aspect of the planet welcomed me like a home I didn’t know I needed. “It’s a nice home…”
“Thanks. They gave it to Noel.” Wallace didn’t elaborate, but I had more questions.
“Why?”
“Noel is the only one of us with a direct link to born and bred Naleucians, and he’s genetically the most important person on the planet. Also, he and Doc are revered because they had the first eggs in generations.” Wallace said it with a grin, and the thought of eggs did seem to be very important, as well as the little ones. “That’s why all the omegas here are desperate to breed.”
“I suppose you’ve been busy.” The thought of Wallace fucking another omega, a beta, anyone, made me irrationally angry.
“Nope. Not really into the whole… I dunno. Nobody’s really caught my gaze. Well—” Wallace glanced me up and down. “I mean, every male has their breaking point.”
“Joy. I’m your final straw.” My tail dragged on the floor behind me in a way that caught Wallace’s gaze, but his did that curl again, inviting me to follow him.
“Straws pile up, but throwing a lead pipe atop the pile would break anyone.” Wallace shrugged.
“You do know that straw was a plant, right? The stems of a wheat-like plant?” I hesitated, and Wallace frowned. “They were tubular when dried… They were carried in bundles on agricultural beast backs…”
Wallace’s brows knit together, and instead of a retort, he approached me, swung his arm around, and wrapped it around my waist. “Hey!”
“We can talk about shrubbery later.” His gruff voice vibrated through me, making my body sing as much as his appearance and the warm scent that reminded me of oud, a fragrance I’d only had the pleasure of smelling once, and it had driven me mad to scent it again. And with him, I had. I breathed deeply as he slung me over his shoulder, almost effortlessly.
All hopes I’d harbored about topping ever again? Gone. Extinct.
He marched through two more sets of doors before forging into what I had imagined would be a small room with white smooth-stoned walls like the rest of the house, but the inside was anything but. A grand room opened for us, warm sun shining from the ceiling through a domed window.
“I’m…more of a lights-out sort of guy.” Wallace cleared his throat as he made a gesture in the air, bringing up his interfacethat made the warm light from the ceiling retreat, drawing the room into comfortable darkness.
“You sell yourself short. I do like the way you look.” I huffed as he flung me forward and collapsed on my back, tail flailing as I did so.
Wallace’s face was hard to read in the dark, his richly pigmented skin washed out in the shadow. As if considering my statement, he paused, his body going still until his tail found mine again with a gentle curl. “Old habits, but I like to immerse myself. Anything worth doing is worth doing right.”
“And what are we doing?” I spread my limbs out and luxuriated on the strangely soft bedding. The bed, circular and depressed in the center, was every bit the nest that had been told of Naleucians. And my bodylovedit. I writhed until the shadow of his form loomed over me, his bare chest radiating heat against me.
Hot, scaled palms raked my body, as he put gentle weight into his touch. Fingertips rose up my bare midriff to the cropped top they’d given me to wear; the loose, soft fibers made to adorn my form in pleasing ways, more so than protection. Still, he pushed the top up and slid it over my head, off my arms. Where it went, I didn’t know or care, but the thought vanished as his hot mouth drew over my neck, opening with a sweet, warm breath.
“I know what I’m doing,” Wallace said, his breath shaking as he pulled his face away from my neck and plush lips kissed and plucked over my chest until a pointed tongue traced my nipple.
“Oh, I have no doubt about that.” I groaned as our tails found one another and coiled tight.
“I’ve never been with an omega, so tell me if what I’m doing is good or not.” Wallace kissed his way down my rib cage, down my slender belly, and he paused at my waistband before skillfully doing away with the material, unfastening the belt over my tail that kept them up.
