Play With Fire

Chapter 1 🔞

**I have read the book and I am using it as reference. So while I think there isn’t anything earth shattering in early chapters there could be spoilers**

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Kant can’t take his eyes off the picture the omega is painting as he rides him. He is the most beautiful sight Kant has ever seen. He wants to raise himself up and run his hands over every inch of the omega’s body. However, the naughty boy had pushed his hands above his head and whispered in his ear, “Don’t move them. If you move them, I’ll stop, and you can finish with your hand for all I care.” Then the omega had seated himself on Kant’s cock, taking him in deep.

When they had met earlier that night the omega had refused to give him his name so in his mind he had dubbed him, the stubborn cat. There really is something catlike in the way he pretends to be cold but almost purrs at Kant’s attention.

To be honest, Kant had never been controlled in the bedroom like this. If anyone had asked him before tonight if he would like it, he would have said no. Now he finds that it adds to the excitement of the moment and makes his heart race all that much faster. “New kink unlocked,” he thinks to himself with amusement.

His stubborn cat knows exactly what he is doing to him. He grins down at the alpha and changes his position by leaning in as he rolls his hips. Kant lets out a gasping moan feeling himself getting close to the edge. The omega, sensing this as well, speeds up his motion. Kant tosses back his head and bucks his hips upwards into the other’s tight depths as his climax hits him. He slumps back on the bed, completely fucked out as the after waves of pleasure wash over him. Kant is far from inexperienced, but he has never felt anything like this in his life. In fact, the rest of the night feels a little surreal to him as the omega manages to take him to new heights time after time. When he falls into an exhausted sleep with the little cat snuggled against his side, he feels completely satiated.

To his regret, when he wakes up mid-morning the next day, his little stubborn cat is gone without a trace. Kant sighs, “I wish I could have at least gotten his name.” He grabs his clothes from last night and uses the hotel bathroom to take a quick shower.

As the hot water washes over him, he replays the events of last night over in his mind. Style had called yesterday afternoon and asked if he wanted to go get a few beers. Since Kant hadn’t had any other plans, he readily agreed to pick his friend up at the garage. The two of them had ended up at the bowling alley which doubled as a small club at night. It was a popular pickup spot, and Kant already had half a mind to find a hookup for the night. Style seemed to sense this because he had rolled his eyes as Kant scanned the tables for a potential partner.

“See anything you like?” Style had asked him.

Kant had just spotted a sweet looking omega drinking alone a few tables away, “I think I do.”

Style’s had found who Kant was looking at. Just then the omega licked his lips and had let his eyes drift to the people bowling on the other side of the room.

“Cute,” was Style’s only comment.

“I know right?” Kant had answered without taking his eyes off the omega.

As if sensing he was being watched the omega turned his head to look at them. Kant remembers smirking a little at the appraising look the omega had given him. It had been the omega who broke eye contact first. He downed the rest of his beer and stood up to walk to the lanes.