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  Subordi-Mate

  A Meadowfall short story

  Anna Wineheart

  Contents

  1. Daniel

  2. Heath

  3. Daniel

  4. Heath

  5. Daniel

  6. Daniel

  Epilogue

  Thank You!

  Also by Anna

  About the Author

  Copyright Anna Wineheart 2019

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means whatsoever without express written permission from the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

  This book contains graphic sexual content between two men. Intended for mature readers only.

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  You are worthy.

  You are loved.

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  1

  Daniel

  The beat pounded around Daniel, rainbow lights flashing through the shadows of the bar. On the mini-stage up front, a band played—four men, all alphas, broad shoulders and deep voices, and the crowd on the dance floor screamed.

  It wasn’t a place you belonged. Not when you were forty and it was your birthday, and you were so deep in heat that you’d almost soaked your pants through with slick.

  But Daniel was alone, and that lead singer, the one with shrewd eyes and a leather vest draped over his bare chest, with a sheen of sweat gleaming on his skin... That alpha had been making eyes at Daniel for three whole months. Inviting Daniel closer, inviting him to give himself up, let him taste every inch of Daniel’s skin.

  And that mahogany gaze was on him again, raking down his body, lighting up every single one of his nerves.

  As though he knew how much Daniel wanted him. Daniel’s throat went dry.

  Heath—that was his name. Heath Roland. He was twenty-two. Confident, almost cocky, but so very intense.

  Heath had played in the band for five years, and he’d always been the lead singer. And like every other time he sang, the timbre of his voice swept down Daniel’s spine like a lover’s touch.

  The Phantom Growls were good. Why they chose to keep playing in a dumpy bar like this...

  “Gonna take you home tonight,” Heath growled into his mic, his gaze never once leaving Daniel. “Open you up and make you mine.”

  It nearly dropped Daniel’s pants. Never mind that Daniel was old enough to be Heath’s dad.

  Daniel tore his eyes away from the stage, his pulse pounding between his legs.

  He gulped down a mouthful of his White Russian, focusing on the burn down his throat. The cocktail wasn’t enough to get him drunk, not when he’d been nursing it for the past two hours, waiting for the show to start.

  All it had done was take his thoughts off work—the terrible presentation coming up next week, right in front of the faceless big boss of Alpha Foods. The boss who fired more people than he retained, the one who would surely fire Daniel, too, when he saw how old Daniel was.

  Employee insurance cost more as people aged, after all. And Daniel had already been fired once, just three months ago, in a humiliating mess that still made his skin burn.

  And now that anxious lump was back in his stomach.

  He groaned, taking a larger gulp of his drink. Daniel turned his eyes back to the stage, wondering if Heath knew that Daniel had looked him up on the internet—just briefly, enough to find out his name. And look for any errant dick pics. There were none, but Daniel had been hoping.

  Daniel glanced back, only to find Heath looking straight at him. His cock jerked.

  Why does he keep watching me? Daniel looked at his drink, and back. And Heath slid his large fingers down the hem of his vest, his voice a low rumble, his hips rocking up. Like how he would fuck into Daniel, a swift, hard thrust. Daniel’s insides grew hot.

  Gods, Heath would be good in bed. Daniel had brought a condom today. He’d been hoping... well. That maybe Heath would make good on his promise.

  The song ended. Heath stood back on stage with the rest of his band, and they bowed for the audience. Had it already been a full set?

  The crowd cheered for more. Heath’s gaze stroked down Daniel’s side, sending tingles down his body.

  It can’t be real. He just wants another notch on his belt.

  But that was a lot better than anything Daniel had had in months. His skin craved touch; his body needed an alpha pressing him down into a mattress, and he needed to remember what it felt like, being opened with a thick, solid cock. He needed to know how it felt to take Heath’s knot.

  Daniel looked back at his drink. He thought about finishing the rest of it for some liquid courage. He’d run a few pickup lines through his head, but the best he could come up with was, Would you like to tour my bed tonight?

  What if Heath already had other plans?

  His throat squeezing tight, Daniel stared at his drink. He wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans. Willed himself not to chicken out. He took another sip.

  He imagined himself standing up with his cock still hard, walking up to the stage. Awkwardly stammering Hi.

  The crowd cheered again, closer this time.

  Someone touched Daniel on the small of his back, a large, warm palm that burned through Daniel’s thin shirt. The same someone stopped beside him just inches away, hot and sweaty, rainbow light gleaming off his pecs. Daniel stopped breathing.

  “Hi.” Heath leaned casually against the bar, even more handsome up close. “May I get you a drink?”

  His voice rasped like blunt nails on Daniel’s skin, and his piercing eyes bore straight into Daniel’s soul. It wasn’t every day that you got an alpha all broad-shouldered and strong jaw, looking at you like you were the only person who mattered.

  Daniel gaped. His voice had gotten stuck, somehow.

  “I don’t bite,” Heath said. Then he leaned closer with a bigger smile, and murmured in Daniel’s ear, “Unless you ask nicely.”

  Oh. Daniel’s hole squeezed.

  He had been wondering what Heath smelled like. It wasn’t easy to tell before this, with the bar smelling like a cacophony of booze and sweat layered over the woodsy scents of alphas, the grassy scents of betas, and the floral scents of omegas.

  But now, with Heath just inches away, Daniel caught a whiff of fresh sweat and yew, and the telling musk of his arousal.

  He really wants me.

  Heath’s nostrils flared. He took a deep breath—Daniel knew he smelled amaranth, and the heavy musk of Daniel’s heat. Heath’s smile widened.

  “You’ll smell perfect in my bed,” Heath whispered, his hand on Daniel’s back slipping lower, just cupping Daniel’s ass.

  In Heath’s bed? Daniel leaked. His throat had gone bone-dry.

  “No drink?” Heath tilted his head and smiled. “Should I leave?”

  “N-no, no,” Daniel yelped, shoving himself off the bar stool. Gods, I’m desperate. “Don’t—don’t go.”

  Heath’s smile made Daniel’s toes curl. He leaned in, brushing his soft lips against Daniel’s ear. “Then I’m all yours tonight.”

  And he dragged his tongue up the shell of Daniel’s ear, a damp touch that promised lewd kisses down the rest of Daniel’s sk
in. Daniel moaned; Heath’s eyes turned darker yet.

  “Where to?” Heath murmured.

  “Out,” Daniel croaked.

  Heath grinned, wrapping his strong arm around Daniel’s waist. Daniel had to yelp to stop him, fumbling with his tip for the bartender. Then he almost tripped, trying to ease into the crowd.

  Heath held him steady, pulling him flush against that strong body. He was young, but even then, he was a full head taller than Daniel, and his pecs were warm, solid against Daniel’s hand.

  “Hold me all you want, wherever you want.” Heath smiled. “But I need to get us out of here.”

  Daniel thought about holding Heath between his legs, but he didn’t want any acquaintance catching sight of this. Not him with someone half his age. He tucked his hands against himself.

  Somehow, they made it out of the bar. The air sweltered outside, worse than the press of bodies they’d left. Daniel hardly cared. Heath was holding him.

  “Where to?” Heath murmured in Daniel’s ear, backing him up against the wall of the bar. “Or do you wanna fuck right here?”

  The thought of being opened up where anyone could see them... Daniel’s blood surged between his legs; his cock grew so hard, it almost split his pants. “Not—not here!”

  Especially not when some passers-by glanced at them, and Daniel was ever so aware of his own strands of gray hair, the crow’s feet next to his eyes. Hell, he wasn’t even sure what Heath saw in him.

  “What’s wrong?” Heath asked.

  “You shouldn’t be doing this.”

  Heath raised an eyebrow. “What about you? Should you be doing this?”

  He glanced at Daniel’s hips, where Daniel’s arousal strained behind his pants. Daniel turned away, sucking in air that wasn’t yew and musk. He needed to clear his thoughts.

  “I’m forty, for heaven’s sake,” he blurted. “Why are you even interested in me?”

  And then he could’ve kicked himself. Couldn’t you have waited until after he fucks you?

  But that had always been Daniel’s weakness. Him and his big mouth.

  He chewed on his lip, his heart pattering when Heath didn’t answer immediately. After a long moment, Daniel looked up. He found Heath studying him.

  “C’mon, this isn’t the place for talking,” Heath said, leading Daniel down a back alley, to the parking lot. Instead of asking about Daniel’s ride, he brought Daniel to a sleek, low sports car, all navy-blue with tinted windows.

  That should’ve been Daniel’s first red flag, but Daniel chalked it off to Heath having rich parents.

  Heath unlocked the car, pulling open the passenger door. It was the first time any alpha had done that for Daniel. He gulped, climbing into the car. Like its exterior, the console and dashboard were streamlined, futuristic, all black with silver trim. So much more than Daniel could afford.

  And his jean bottoms were damp, too.

  Daniel swore just as Heath got into the driver’s side, lifting his hips up. “I’m dirtying your car!”

  Heath stared. “How?”

  “I’m in heat,” Daniel muttered, his face burning. “My slick’s already leaked through my pants. It’ll get on your expensive seat.”

  Daniel expected Heath to grimace and throw Daniel out of his car. Instead, Heath growled, his eyes intent. “Yeah? Show me.”

  That... sounded wrong, too. But Daniel fumbled onto his side, showing Heath the damp spot just where his hole was.

  “Fuck,” Heath panted. He reached over, running his knuckles lightly over the fabric. “You want me that much?”

  Daniel whimpered. “You know I’m in heat.”

  Heath pressed his palm over the damp spot, his touch muffled against Daniel’s hole. Then he squeezed, right where Daniel craved his touch. Pleasure hissed through his veins.

  Daniel scrabbled against the door, whimpering. “Heath—”

  “You know my name,” Heath whispered. “What’s yours?”

  “Daniel,” Daniel gasped, writhing when Heath only held him harder, massaging his hole through his jeans.

  “Daniel,” Heath rumbled. “Nice to have a name to match the face.”

  And he pushed his fingers up against that damp patch, so all Daniel could think about was Heath opening him up, sliding into him. A raw, helpless moan slipped from his throat.

  Heath released his ass. When Daniel flopped bonelessly back into the seat, he found Heath sniffing at his own fingers.

  “I want your smell on my lips,” Heath said quietly, glancing over. “I want to taste you and make you scream.”

  Daniel’s breath rushed out of him. “You sing those lyrics to every other crowd.”

  “But it’s not every day that I see an omega I want.” Heath’s gaze dragged down Daniel’s throat to his thin chest, then his hips and thighs. As though he was undressing Daniel in his mind.

  Daniel’s skin tingled. “I’m eighteen years older than you. You shouldn’t even be attracted to me. You know how many omegas there were in the crowd, trying to get into your pants.”

  “Yeah, I know.”

  “So this is just a game to you?”

  A tiny smile tugged on Heath’s lips. He reached over, slipping his hand against Daniel’s nape. Then he pulled Daniel close, so close their breaths mingled and their lips brushed. Daniel’s heart skipped.

  “Does it matter what this is?” Heath whispered.

  “Yes, it does. I just—I want to be prepared for when you drop me and see someone else.”

  That thought hurt. Maybe, by giving in, Heath wouldn’t look at Daniel the next time. He’d just be finding a new omega to fuck.

  “I’ve been watching you for three months,” Heath murmured. “Ever since you showed up at the Wine Shack. I can’t commit, but... I’d like to see you again.”

  “Why me?”

  “Because you look like you need someone.” Heath kissed him on the corner of his lips. “You’re always hugging yourself, and you always sit alone at the bar. You don’t even smell like another alpha.”

  Oh. He noticed. “I was there to watch you,” Daniel admitted, his cheeks warming.

  Heath’s smile grew. “I’ve never had anyone look at me like they were parched. When was the last time you had an alpha?”

  Daniel’s cheeks burned. Bad memories. “Some—some months. I don’t want to talk about it.”

  “We don’t have to.”

  “I’m so much older than you,” Daniel mumbled.

  “I don’t care. That isn’t important to me. This is.” Heath pressed his palm over Daniel’s heart.

  “That’s... that’s cheesy, you know?” Daniel said. “You don’t even know me.”

  “I know enough.”

  Then he slanted his lips against Daniel’s, kissing him slow and thoroughly, dragging his teeth down Daniel’s lower lip. He licked at the seam of Daniel’s mouth, and Daniel groaned, opening for him.

  The kiss burned like a growing flame. Heath cupped Daniel’s jaw, reaching down to rub Daniel’s nipples through his shirt. They hardened, humming with pleasure.

  “Gods, you smell good,” Heath growled.

  And he thrust his tongue into Daniel’s mouth, hungry and demanding, just like how he promised to claim Daniel’s hole. Daniel squirmed, his cock throbbing with that kiss. His hole leaked. “Heath, please—”

  “Please what?” Heath growled, tugging Daniel’s shirt out of his pants, splaying his hand across Daniel’s chest. Then he reached between Daniel’s legs, wrapping his fingers around Daniel’s cock through his jeans.

  Pleasure shot through Daniel’s body. He jerked, thrusting his hips up at Heath, his heat consuming him. “I need more.”

  “Gonna give you more,” Heath growled.

  He popped open the button of Daniel’s jeans. Daniel’s musk rolled through the car; his cock jutted up, straining behind his boxers, demanding touch.

  Heath chuckled, low and gravelly. “Been wanting to see this for a while. Wanted to see you hard for me.”

 
; Daniel groaned, tucking his cock back into his pants. Except Heath knocked his hands away. He reached into Daniel’s jeans, his hot fingers circling around Daniel’s cock, pulling it free from the heavy material.

  Then he peeled Daniel’s boxers off his cock, letting it jut up ravenously, his tip pushing out past his foreskin. Daniel flushed. Heath was looking at his cock. Heath was so young.

  Heath growled, licking his lips. “Gods, I want to taste you.”

  “But?” Daniel thrust up at him, trying to convince Heath to touch his cock more.

  “But not here. Not the first time.” Heath dragged the pad of his thumb across Daniel’s tip, smearing precome across his skin. Then he pulled his hand away, and Daniel writhed.

  “Please,” Daniel begged, reaching down to tug on his own cock.

  “Don’t touch yourself,” Heath said sharply, so in-command that Daniel’s cock jumped, eager to please him. “I’ll tell you when you can come tonight.”

  Daniel grew so hard he hurt. He whimpered, sitting on his hands so he wouldn’t be tempted.

  And Heath licked Daniel’s precome off his fingers, rolling Daniel’s taste through his mouth. Daniel’s entire body throbbed.

  Heath seemed to tense, suddenly. Then he wheezed like he’d been punched in the gut. He panted, his pupils blown, reaching down to adjust his cock. “Fuck. I’m—I think I’m in a rut.”

  Daniel’s insides grew molten. It wasn’t often that alphas went into a rut. When they did, alphas became focused on sating their lust, especially if their desired omega was close.

  But ruts usually required an emotional connection to occur, so... Did Heath feel something for Daniel?

  Daniel squirmed, leaking so much into his boxers that the fabric stuck to his skin.

  Heath panted. He swallowed a few times, his stare burning down Daniel’s body. He clenched his shaking fists, and tore his gaze away. But Daniel felt Heath’s hunger, and his body pulsed in response.