Highlight: Behemoth Omega Assassins Club

Behemoth: Omega Assassins Club

Bonus Scene

River

I tiptoed down the hallway to the kitchen. It was the middle of the night, but I was just getting to the point in my heat where I could leave the bedroom without my body turning on me.

We’d been cooped up in my back-up apartment for more than a week and while I appreciated the chance to endure my heat safely, with my alpha there to satisfy the worst of my symptoms, we were all getting antsy. Peppa was used to having his days full of classes, we all knew how Behemoth normally filled his days, and between training and missions, I certainly wasn’t used to so much downtime.

It wasn’t like any of us could go back to the lives we’d lived. I’d return to the OAC, but when that happened, I secretly hoped Behemoth would be beside me.

I switched the light on in the kitchen, the fluorescent overhead lighting shone too brightly, and I flipped it off, opting for the muted light over the stove instead. My stomach rumbled—the reason I’d crawled out of the warmth of Behemoth’s arms in the first place. We’d eaten dinner the night before, but that had been several hours, and several orgasms ago.

I rummaged around the cupboards. Behemoth had gone out for groceries, but he shopped like an alpha male who didn’t know how to cook and struggled to get enough calories in a day as it was. We had chips, cookies, and enough frozen snacks to last us through a sudden apocalypse. We’d have to go out and get some real food eventually, but for now, I decided to enjoy the junk food.

I began pulling out ingredients, unsure about what I would make. I just started grabbing. I snagged a bag of shredded cheese, some salsa, and pre-made guacamole. I remembered there being a can of jalapenos in the cupboard and I grabbed that too as well as a can of refried beans. The meal formed in my mind at about the time I grabbed the guacamole and I stretched my arm into the cupboard for the bag of tortilla chips.

Pulling the top open, I turned to my plate sitting on the counter and then jumped at the hulking shadow standing right behind me. Chips flung from the open bag and scattered on the floor. “Warn a guy next time!” I said, grabbing my heart and setting the chip bag on the counter.

“Sorry.” Behemoth bent down to pick up the scattered chips but must’ve seen how many there were and gave up, grabbing the broom. He quickly swept them in the dustpan and then discarded them in the trash can. “You could’ve woken me up. I would’ve made you something.” He frowned like he was truly upset that I’d withheld this chance for him to care for me.

“It’s no big deal. I usually stay on the OAC campus, and we have people who make our food. This is a treat.”

Behemoth looked like he wasn’t sure what to think about that. At times, he acted like the OAC had to be this shadowy force that could work for good as much as evil. I knew it sounded mysterious, we were an organization of carefully accepted, meticulously chosen and highly trained operatives, but there were also instructors, trainers, and auxiliary staff who kept the place running.

We celebrated birthdays, mourned deaths, complained about Mondays, all the normal things people did at their job, but we just happened to also go undercover, collect top-secret information and—when necessary—exterminated evil men. “I didn’t know you were accustomed to professional chefs,” Behemoth grumbled.

It took me an extra moment to understand his glower. “Are you kidding me? I thought you knew how much I appreciated that you did the cooking for us.”

It wasn’t like he’d done all the food preparation since we got there, Behemoth just preferred to. It was unusual since he was the alpha among two omegas, but I’d thought that was why he made such a point about it, to show Peppa that no one chore belongs to another.

I stretched to my tiptoes, but I wasn’t tall enough to reach his face, so I hopped up on the counter and kissed his cheek. “Let me cook for you, that is if you’re hungry.”

My stomach growled, making Behemoth laugh. “I’m as hungry as you are.”

Watching the indent of the tendons straining at his neck as he laughed made me hungry for something else.

He must have sensed my pheromones swirling because he stopped and looked me in the eye and asked, “What are you in the mood for?”

I smirked. “Naughty alpha. Our lives can’t just be about sex. We need nachos too!” I pushed him back toward the stool, his abs were rigid beneath my fingers, but I had to ignore that…for as long as it took me to make nachos.

I grabbed a handful of chips and carefully layered them on the plate before going back over with a layer of shredded cheese. When I started placing the next layer of precisely arranged chips, Behemoth made a noise somewhere between a snort and a laugh. “It’s food, not a bomb.”

I lifted my lip in a sneer that I couldn’t maintain for long in the face of someone so very attractive. “This is important. Everyone knows the chip to cheese ratio is what matters. If I fail here, I’ve failed the whole mission.”

Behemoth’s right eyebrow arched. “By all means, don’t let me disturb you.”

I stretched out my neck, as if he’d interrupted a highly technical procedure, and returned to the task at hand. After one more layer of chips and cheese, I melted it together in the microwave and then piled it high with salsa, guac, and jalapenos.

When it was finished, I set my masterpiece on the counter and we looked at the plate silently.

“That’s a big nacho,” Behemoth muttered, and considering the speaker, that was saying something.

“I’ll need something to eat it with. I’ve learned my lesson with jalapenos,” I said.

“This, I have to hear,” Behemoth replied.

Great. I shouldn’t have said anything. I was pretty sure that so far, I’d managed to keep most of my dignity around Behemoth. We’d had our trials, he’d tied me to a bed, thrown me in a cage, I’d tried to kill him, it was our thing. But this…

“Tell me, omega,” Behemoth said with a playful growl.

“Why would you think that method would work with me?” I asked.

“Please?”

I smirked. “Fine, but because I know you won’t give up until I tell you. It was one of the holidays…Cinco de Mayo, I think? We were younger, around seventeen, I think, and Nolan dared me to eat a pepper. I did, with very minimal coughing. I tried too hard to seem tough back then.”

Behemoth made a noise that made it seem like he didn’t quite believe me. I didn’t mind that he thought me more self-confident than I’d been. “That doesn’t sound so bad.”

I rummaged in the drawer for a pair of disposable chopsticks. “It wasn’t, until after when I went to pee. It wouldn’t have been so bad if I’d just done that…” My cheeks blazed red, but I couldn’t stop it.

“What did you do?”

I ducked away and he hooked an arm around my waist, dragging me to the space between his legs. The stool creaked beneath him. He’d broken one the first day. “Tell me, omega,” he said, his tone sultry and alluring this time.

I looked into his face, but couldn’t tell him, it was just too embarrassing, so I stared at his crotch while I spoke. “I finished peeing and started… thinking about something and started touching myself—”

Behemoth’s growl rumbled through us both.

“And then my dick started to burn. Seriously, it was the worst feeling. I didn’t know what it was at first. My omega dad, he had all kinds of really backward ways of thinking, like if an omega touched himself that meant they were dirty, and I thought for a split second, he was right and maybe I was getting punished for that. But it was the jalapeno pepper, not divine interference. Though, at the time, that distinction didn’t make much of a difference.”

Behemoth shook and I thought he was angry at my omega dad but when I looked at him, he was laughing. “Rude!” I jerked from his grasp, but he held on, bending down to kiss me on my nose.

“I’m not laughing at your pain… or if I am, only just a little. What happened after that?”

“Nothing, except I cried until my pack rushed in, got pissed at Nolan for challenging me in the first place and then they sat in the bathroom and talked me through the rest of it.”

“I’m sorry you cried.” Behemoth tugged me close again and rested his chin on the top of my head. “Is it all better now? Or should I give it another kiss?”

Instantly, my body turned into molten lava. I wiggled, digging my way deeper between his legs until I felt his erect dick press into my stomach. From about that same area of my body came another rumbling growl.

“After our snack,” Behemoth amended, pushing me gently to arm’s length.

I had to remind myself that food had been what I’d come for all along. I snagged the plate and went to the living room, sitting down in front of the window. I pulled it open just a crack. The privacy curtain beneath it was still closed, so no one from the street could look in. I enjoyed the peace of an empty street at night.

Behemoth followed and sat on the cushion next to me. He liked being near me, which worked nicely for me because I liked having him near.

“What are those for?” he asked, jerking his head at my chopsticks.

“Were you not listening?” I pulled the chopsticks free of their wrapper and cracked them apart. Plucking the first cheesy, salsa covered chip from the plate, I held the bite at the end of the chopsticks for Behemoth to see. “No mess. I don’t get my fingers dirty and more importantly, no burning dick.”

“Oh yeah, talk dirty to me, baby.”

I snorted and popped the chip in my mouth, chewing as I scooped Behemoth a bite and offered it to him. He held my wrist steady and guided the food to his mouth. “And you said you couldn’t cook.” He reached for the plate and I smacked his fingers with a single chopstick.

“Eh, eh, safety first.” Turning the chopsticks around, I handed Behemoth the thick ends.

He arranged them inexpertly in his hand.

“Have you never eaten with chopsticks before?”

Behemoth shook his head.

I gave him a crash course. The most important thing was getting the grip right, then the rest was just practice. He struggled at first, dropping the chip several times so that when it made it into his mouth, all the toppings had fallen off. A few attempts later, he’d managed to feed himself and me. “I never got the point of these.” He brought the chopsticks up to his face. “They make shoveling food into your mouth more difficult. When is that a good thing?”

“They are a precision grabbing machine,” I replied. My stomach was full despite there being more nacho left. I’d made enough for several of me. “Sometimes it is about finesse.”

“I could think of some other uses,” Behemoth said, setting the plate aside. He scooted closer, looming over me with a smile that would’ve looked more suited on the big, bad wolf. He clicked the ends together in my direction.

“No way! I just told you the pain of mixing jalapenos with skin. Those are going into the trash.”

Behemoth pouted. “Or…” He reached for my shirt. “You can let me show you a different way. A new way.”

I was going to mention that I’d only just taught him how to use chopsticks in the first place, but he lifted my shirt and licked my nipples. He tugged on one, pulling it between his teeth. The nibbled nub puckered to attention and he brought his attention to the other side. All the while I moaned, checking the hallway to make sure his brother hadn’t woken up too. Peppa usually slept through the night though.

Behemoth clearly wasn’t worried.

But, when Behemoth brought the chopsticks up to my nipple, I was. I didn’t jerk away. I trusted Behemoth not to cause me harm. But my heart still beat in my throat.

“I’m sure you know this, but it was the oil in the pepper that irritated your skin, but that same hot oil can be used in different ways, places, and intensity for much more pleasurable effects. Can I show you?”

I could say no and Behemoth wouldn’t be upset at all, but, as he waited for my consent, I didn’t want to say no. I wanted to say yes. To Behemoth, my answer would always be yes. “Shouldn’t we have something on hand, just in case?”

Behemoth nodded, either pleased I’d agreed or that I was safety conscious. “Oils should cut the burn, olive oil, but I won’t be using that much. It won’t be like it felt before.” He leaned closer, chopsticks at hand, and I suddenly felt like a patient trustingly undergoing a medical procedure.

“Are you sure?” I asked, my voice sounded soft and high-pitched.

“I’m sure,” Behemoth rasped.

I tracked his movement as he lowered the sticks to my chest. Displaying great improvement, he captured one nipple between the sticks and squeezed.

I squirmed but it didn’t hurt, not yet. I spotted the tent in my pants and adjusted to touch myself, but Behemoth stopped me.

“Don’t, I want to see.”

See what? The question was on the tip of my tongue as the burning started. Soft at first, it grew until it was about the same level of pain as if I’d taken a bite of something spicy but the feeling originated from the two spots at my chest. I started to sweat and wiggle and Behemoth held me still.

“Just feel it, let it soak into your body.”

I did the best I could. When he brought the chopsticks back for a second round, I squirmed out of the way.

“Too much?” Behemoth asked.

I shook my head. Though that wasn’t exactly right. It did feel more intense than I thought it would, but it wasn’t all pain. It was like the burning was surface deep, and below, an entirely different chain reaction was occurring, one that made my whole body feel loose, light, and ready for more. “No, not too much.”

He returned, twisting and teasing again. This time, when he set the sticks down, he replaced them with his tongue. He laved over the tortured peaks, pausing to blow cool air.

My hips rocketed off the couch in response. I didn’t know how he’d made me feel like this, I only knew that I was seconds away from orgasming and he hadn’t even touched my dick yet. Neither of us had. “How?” I gasped, trying again to reach for myself and relieve some of that endless throbbing.

Behemoth stopped me again, rolling me to the side so I lay on my back on the couch with my hands under my bottom. Then, there was more squeezing, biting, licking. He sealed his lips against my chest and sucked as he twisted my other nipple and my brain short-circuited.

I moaned, coming on my inhale suddenly and with great force. I felt as if we’d been having sex for hours, and yet, he’d only touched two tiny spots. He’d licked the nipples clean and they hardly tingled anymore, but his expression had heated more than enough to make up for it.

He reached into his pants and yanked out his massive dick. I liked that he couldn’t wait to take his pants off almost as much as I liked that he gave me as much time to prepare as he could allow. I’d already orgasmed, so I was loose and ready in that regard. He tested me with one finger before lifting my body to sit on his lap, facing him.

His thick finger ran slowly down the length of my spine and he filled me. With as much sex as we’d been having, I should’ve been used to his size, but it was a shock every time. There was always a moment, a half of a half-second long, where I was sure he wouldn’t fit, that the other times had been a fluke until now.

Then, he did, and I stopped thinking anything that wasn’t about how good he made me feel.

“River,” Behemoth moaned, cupping my face. He pulled me down into a kiss and his tongue was slightly spicy from when he’d licked my nipples.

It was too much. But not in the way that I wanted it to ever stop. I could exist like this, infinitely plowed by my alpha until we simultaneously died from the pleasure.

He gripped me, burying his face in my neck as he came. He was more muted than normal considering the hour and the common area. There was no difference in the way he held me after though. Like this was how we were born to be, interlocked.

“That was a much better experience than the last time,” I whispered before giggling. I pressed my face against his chest to muffle the sound and he stood, lifting me as I was.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” He carried me into the bathroom and shucked off both of our clothes before stepping in the shower. I didn’t have to lift a finger as he washed and dried me, which was a good thing since now I was full and exhausted as well as being sexually spent.

I stood wobbly on my feet, so Behemoth carried me after drying and dressing, slipping me into the bed and snuggling in behind me. “Sleep, when you do, I’ll go clean the mess and come back.”

“You shouldn’t have to,” I groaned, stretching to break free of the warm cocoon.

“I want to, River,” Behemoth murmured. “Everything I do with you is because I want to.”

I understood because I felt the same way. His arms wrapped back around me and as sleep took me once more, I thought of Behemoth and the day we would be free to love and live together without fear. Valdala better watch out, because I’d do anything to experience a night like this one again.