Fated to the Alpha's Sons: An Omegas Rise to Fame
Chapter 114: Shy Little Thing.

Chapter 114: Shy Little Thing.

He stayed hot on her heels as they ran through the forest. He tackled her to the ground a couple of times, but due to her small figure, she always managed to slip from his grip, easily dashing away from him.

Luckily, she made it to the clearing behind the cabin after a while of searching. The sight and smell of delicious barbecue made her mouth water incessantly.

She felt him come up behind her as she watched an older man turn the meat on the stand so the other side could cook as well.

Without thinking, she shifted, immediately putting on the clothes that were now hanging low on her waist.

Theo mirrored her actions, standing by her side, both of them coming down from their high.

"You’re tiny and sneaky, do you know that?" He said softly, her ears reddening as his deep voice, she hadn’t heard in hours, filled them.

"If you’re not big and scary, you have to be small, sneaky and smart. Or else, you’ll die." She retorted proudly, her voice coming off weaker than she’d expected.

Just as Theo was about to respond, her stomach growled loudly, and the older man had to turn to see who had a huge appetite.

"Don’t. Say. A. Word." She gritted stiffly with a crimsoned face, but quickly walked away from him, leaving him to cackle behind her.

Unsurprisingly, he came up beside her in a few seconds.

"You know, you don’t have to feel embarrassed. It’s completely normal to feel hungry after shifting, especially when you haven’t in a while." He tried to pacify sincerely, but the memory of her stomach growling kept replaying in his head, making it hard for him to sound as serious and sincere as he wanted to.

"Princess, I’m serious!" He said, swiftly standing before her before she could realize it, causing her to bump her forehead on his exposed chest.

She looked at him, sighing in exhaustion. Her eyebrows were furrowed as she let her eyes dance around his perfect facial features and symmetry, trying to understand why he was so hell bent on driving his point home.

"I know. I know you’re serious, and I know it’s normal. I was just embarrassed, and now you’ve made my forehead hurt." She said, placing her palm over her reddened forehead and pouting her lips.

"So sorry, baby." He cooed, taking her hand into his and off her forehead, then placed his lips on the reddened spot. "How does that feel?" He asked softly, looking down at her flushed features.

Unable to form any coherent words due to how hard she was blushing, she nodded in response.

"Good. Now, come, let’s go in. We need to shower if we want to enjoy our massive, delicious meal." He said, going to stand by her side, their hands still joined.

"I’m showering first." She quipped, winking at him.

"Nop, we are showering together." He said, shaking his head.

"We can’t." She chimed.

"Why not?" He asked with furrowed eyebrows, glancing at her with confusion briefly, before turning to look ahead again.

"Because, we wouldn’t leave that bathroom on time. You’ll get handsy, and I’m way too hungry for that." She spat, giving him a pointed look, before turning back to the cabin they were now closing in on.

Theo cackled at her statement, causing her to become the confused one.

"What’s funny?" She couldn’t help but ask.

"Your confidence, Princess. You think I’d get handsy, really?" He asked, his voice laced with fake disbelief.

She couldn’t help but shake her head as she rolled her eyes at his statement. "I don’t think. I know." She quipped, mischief glinting in her eyes.

"You! Don’t use my words against me!" He said incredulously, fighting the laughter that threatened to bubble through him.

"What words?" She teased, feigning ignorance even though she knew he could see right through her.

"I’m gonna get you, don’t worry, 1-0." He threatened playfully before pulling her, chuckling form with him towards the barbecue stand.

"Good evening, Mr Macgyver. Good evening, Miss." The older man greeted, bowing briefly.

"Good evening, Mr Dew. Thanks for coming on so short notice. I appreciate." Theo acknowledged, bowing his head briefly as well.

"It’s nothing, Sir. The meal will be ready soon. Please exercise patience." Mr Dew pleaded quietly, his features soft.

"It’s okay. We need a shower anyway." Theo waved, leading her to the stairs. "It should be ready by the time we’re done." He added.

"Yeah, it will be." Mr Drew responded, nodding.

"See you later then," Theo concluded, leading her into the house, the transparent door shutting behind them.

Mr Dew stared at their retreating backs through the transparent glass with a soft longing gaze, nostalgia swelling in his chest. Wiping away a rogue tear that fell to his cheek, he sighed, going back to the grill.

Luckily, Theodore stuck to Bethany’s plan of showering separately, but only because she let him watch her shower. It was the only compromise they could come around to out of many others. His unwavering stare made her extremely shy, but she managed.

"I’m done. You go in." She said, walking past him into the bedroom.

"So you wouldn’t return my favour?" Theo asked, sounding shocked. A genuinely shocked Bethany turned to look at him.

"You’ve got to be kidding me. " She muttered.

"Definitely not." He said, both his hands resting on the edges of his unbuttoned trousers that hung low on his waist.

His actions subconsciously pulled her attention from his face to his waist, causing what was supposed to be a glance to turn to a full-blown check out.

"You seem pretty interested, Princess." He cooed softly, taking two steps forward. A smug smirk hung gracefully across his lips as he looked at her with knowing eyes. "You want this." He added.

"You wish." She said, completely flustered, turning around abruptly, and she was off to his closet before he could think of something else to say.

He chuckled as she practically ran away from him, watching her as she disappeared behind his closet door.

"Shy little thing." He muttered to himself. With that, he made his way back to the bathroom to take his much-needed shower, beyond glad his wolf was able to hold down their junior the entire time he watched her shower.

What made him want to do that, he couldn’t exactly say, but he did it anyway, and he’d be lying heavily if he said he didn’t enjoy every bit of it, well, except the bit where she didn’t let him touch her soft, jiggly cheeks.

He didn’t put up a fight because he knew that one day, he wasn’t just going to spank and bite on her cheeks, he was going to drive his beast right through it.

"Shit." He cursed as his fingers closed around his pulsing, needy head, whose tip was already leaking with precum.

"No." He grunted deeply, trying as hard as possible to call out her name even though images of her silky, naked, always-flushed skin flashed continuously in his mind.

Flicking on the shower to drown out some bits of his noise, he stood beneath it, his back against the wall under it, so his hand and cock were directly under the shower.

He began beating his meat at a slow, torturous pace, squeezing its head every time he came up, like he was relishing the warm rush it caused to rush through his head.

Images of her kept aiding his movements. The way she looked when she swallowed his cock, the way her eyes reddened due to lack of oxygen, the way her eyes rolled back when he stuffed himself deep into her esophagus.

His hips bucked into his hands faster now, not able to handle the torture anymore.

Unable to fight, he gave in to his needs. He began to beat it the way it wanted to be beaten. With more than enough soap, with a vice grip, and with beastly moves.

The base of his hand pounded against his base, forcing all of his juices to go higher, causing the veins on his cock to pop even more than ever.

Most of the lewd sounds he was making were drowned out by the running shower, but Bethany, who couldn’t help but stand outside the closed bathroom door, heard the soft sounds that couldn’t be drowned away.

Due to how deep he was in his business, he didn’t register her presence. But since the volume of her scent around him had increased, his wolf stirred in his mind, pulling their orgasm closer to them.

Theo’s back rested heavily on the wall as his hips pumped away in his fist, his eyes rolled to the back as he neared the cliff, his fist moving against his throbbing cock at an inhuman pace.

His breathing became more and more laboured as seconds ticked away, bringing him closer and closer to the ledge.

Just then, an image of her shaking as she came popped into his mind as if on cue, and that did it for him.

He shot his heavy load into the air as a deep growl slipped through his lips. His orgasm shook through him, causing him to shake against the wall as his muscles spasmed.

As his fogged mind cleared, the sound of retreating footsteps filled his ears, causing his eyes to shoot up.

"Princess." He muttered, but he heard the door close before he could say anything else.