Chapter 104: Slick for my Alpha Best friend -4

I was sitting at the kitchen table, my eyes glued to my laptop as I pretended to study my geology notes, completely ignoring the heavy, restless energy vibrating off Andy from across the counter.

My scent patch was secured tight against my neck, completely sealing off my Omega smell, and I hadn’t looked in his direction once since he walked into the room.

Andy slammed his water glass down onto the counter a little too hard, the sharp clink echoing through the tense silence of the apartment.

"How long are you going to keep doing this, Pete?" his voice cracked through the quiet, lower and far more dangerous than his usual calm tone.

I didn’t even look up from my screen, my fingers tapping rhythmically on the trackpad as if I hadn’t heard a single word.

"I’m just studying for my midterms, Andy. I have a lot of work to catch up on."

Before I could register his movement, Andy crossed the kitchen in three heavy strides, his broad hands coming down flat on the table on either side of my laptop, trapping me in my seat.

The heavy, agitated scent of pine and rain swamped my senses instantly, so thick and suffocating that it made my breath hitch in my throat.

"Don’t give me that bullshit," Andy growled, leaning down until his face was inches from mine, his dark eyes burning with a desperate, wild frustration I had never seen in him before.

"You haven’t looked at me in two weeks. You leave the room the second I walk in, you don’t talk to me, you use one liners when I try conversing with you."

"I’m giving you what you wanted," I said, forcing my voice to remain completely cold and flat as I finally looked him dead in the eye.

"You said we’re just friends. You said taking care of my heat was a mistake. So I’m putting things back to normal."

"This isn’t normal!" Andy roared, his Alpha voice booming off the walls, making my spine shudder even though I kept my face blank.

He gripped the edge of the wooden table so hard his knuckles turned stark white, his chest heaving as he stared down at my impassive face.

"I can’t sleep, Pete," he rasped, his tone suddenly dropping from anger into something raw, broken, and completely unraveled.

"I lie out on that couch every night losing my fucking mind because you’re ten feet away and you won’t even let me hear your voice. I can’t stand you acting like I don’t mean a single thing to you."

"You don’t get to have it both ways, Andy," I whispered, leaning back in my chair to put distance between us, watching his jaw twitch violently at the movement.

"You don’t get to use my body during my heat, call it an accident, and then expect me to pretend my feelings don’t exist just to keep you comfortable."

Andy froze, the harsh truth hitting him like a physical slap to the face.

Without a word, he reached up, his fingers hooking under the edge of the scent patch on my neck and ripping it off in one swift, ruthless pull.

The moment my bare skin was exposed to the air, my suppressed, sweet Omega scent burst into the space between us, instantly mingling with his volatile Alpha fragrance.

"Andy...!" I gasped, my hands flying up to push his chest away, but he didn’t budge an inch.

"I don’t want us to just be roomies," Andy growled, his hand sliding up to grip the nape of my neck, his thumb pressing hard into my pulse point as he pulled me right out of my chair.

"I was terrified of breaking our friendship, Pete. I was a fucking idiot trying to rationalize it, but I haven’t stopped thinking about filling you up since the second I walked out of your room."

He didn’t give me a chance to process his words; he slammed his mouth down on mine, aggressive, deep, and possessive, drowning out my breath with a desperate groan that vibrated straight down into my core.

His tongue shoved past my lips, claiming my mouth with a rough, star-starved desperation that instantly turned my knees to jelly.

I tried to keep my hands flat against his chest to push him away, but the second my palm felt the rapid, chaotic hammering of his heart, my fingers betrayed me, knotting tightly into his t-shirt.

"Andy... mmgh..." I moaned against his lips, my brain completely short-circuiting as his free hand snaked around my waist, lifting me straight off my feet and hoisting me onto the edge of the kitchen counter.

He stepped flush between my thighs, his broad frame crowding me back against the cabinets, his massive Alpha shaft already rock-hard and pressing violently against my zipper.

"Say it again," Andy growled, breaking the kiss just enough to drag his mouth down my jawline, his teeth nipping possessively at my bare, sensitive neck.

"Say that I don’t mean a thing to you, Pete. Tell me to stop."

"I... I can’t," I gasped out, my head falling back against the wooden cabinet behind me as his heavy pine scent flooded my lungs, completely washing away weeks of built-up hurt.

"Good," he growled, his hands sliding down to grip the back of my thighs, pulling my hips right into his groin while his teeth grazed right over my scent gland, making my whole body shiver.

"Because I’m done being just your best friend."

He reached down and yanked my sweatpants off in one fluid motion, not even bothering to take off his own jeans - just unbuckling his belt and letting his thick, eight-inch shaft spring free, dark and glistening at the tip.

Without waiting, without giving me a single second to second-guess him, Andy lined his heavy head against my slicked, un-patched entrance and shoved himself all the way in with one long, brutal thrust.

"Ah...! Andy!" A high-pitched scream tore from my throat as he filled me to the hilt, my tight walls stretching wide around his thickness.

"You’re mine, Pete," Andy barked, his eyes blazing with a fierce, possessive claim as he immediately began to pound into me right there on the counter, his hips crashing against mine with punishing force.

"You’ve always been mine. I was just too blind to see it."

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

The sound of our bodies colliding echoed wildly through the kitchen as I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, digging my nails into his shoulders as he drove me straight to the edge of delirium.

He wasn’t fixing my pain this time; he was taking me because he couldn’t live without me, every deep, ruthless thrust proving just how completely he had fallen.

Andy’s hands gripped my waist with an almost terrifying intensity, holding me pinned against the counter as his hips drove into me, fast and relentless.

Every stroke hit deep, grinding against my prostate until tears gathered in the corners of my eyes, my nails digging hard into the muscle of his back through his shirt.

"Look at me, Pete," Andy commanded, his voice dark and raspy, heavy with an unrestrained Alpha authority that sent a thrill straight down my spine.

I forced my eyes open, looking straight into his.

The cold, logical roommate was completely gone, replaced by a man possessed - his dark eyes fixed entirely on me, his chest heaving, his scent rolling off him so thick and heavy it felt like a physical weight pressing down on my chest.

"I’m not letting you hide behind those fucking patches ever again," Andy growled, his thrusts growing even harder, slamming into me so deep my entire frame shuddered. "You hear me? You’re not pulling away from me."

"Andy... ah!... slow down," I gasped, my voice completely broken, but my body betrayed me by arching straight into his touch, my core clutching tightly around his cock.

"No," he rasped, leaning down to sink his teeth into the skin right where my neck met my shoulder, holding me in place with his bite as his shaft began to expand rapidly inside me.

My eyes went wide as the base of his cock swelled, the sudden pressure stretching my tight walls to their absolute limit.

"Andy - your knot!" I cried out, my hands flying to his forearms as the knot locked us firmly together against the kitchen counter.

"Take it, Pete," Andy roared into my skin, slamming his hips flush against mine one last time as his seed burst deep into my core, wave after wave of hot, heavy liquid filling me completely.

A shattering, hands-free orgasm ripped through my entire body, my untouched dick spurting cum all over his t-shirt and my own stomach as I sobbed out his name, my mind going completely blank.

Andy’s forehead dropped against my shoulder, his heavy weight collapsing against me, his chest rising and falling in violent, ragged gasps as he held me impossibly tight against his body.

We stayed locked together on the counter for a long time, the only sound in the apartment being the heavy rustle of our breathing.

When his knot finally began to deflate, Andy didn’t pull back or try to fix the situation like he had before.

He slowly lifted his head, his dark eyes softer now, searching my face with a raw, undisguised vulnerability.

He reached up, his thumb gently wiping a tear from my cheek, his forehead resting against mine as he kept his arms wrapped around my lower back.

"I’m sorry," Andy whispered, his voice quiet, steady, and completely sure of itself for the first time.

"I’m sorry I acted like a coward. I was so scared of losing you that I almost threw away the best thing that ever happened to me."

My throat tightened, a fresh wave of tears springing to my eyes, but this time the ache in my chest was completely gone.

"You’re an idiot, Andy," I murmured, my voice raspy as I finally reached up, my fingers running through his damp dark hair.

"I know," Andy agreed, a quiet, genuine smile finally breaking across his lips as he kissed my forehead softly.

"But I’m your idiot now. And you’re not going anywhere."