wcrldaflame:
hitsthemark:
Lester ignored the pain of each hit, bite, and scratch, acting as though it didn’t phase him. The trail was faint, but he could still smell the path the omega had taken from his home. Bullseye held on to the struggling man and took to the rooftops, following the scent until it became almost overwhelming. When they reached the cracked window, Lester tossed the omega inside before following and closing the window.
“So this is the famed red devil’s lair.”
The fact that Lester carried on even after he managed to draw blood frustrated him to no end. He refused to give up, struggling all the way to the apartment. Others would have given up on him by now– alphas usually enjoyed a easy fuck. Matt was banking on that, actually. –But obsession overpowered any pain and inconvenience.
Yelping, Matt hit the floor of his sparse apartment like a sack of bricks. The space was clean and uncluttered with no actual decorations. Not like he could enjoy them. “Yep. This is it. Not what you imagined, I’m assuming,” he huffed, still breathless. Grimacing, he pushed himself up to his feet, then stumbled back onto the couch.
“Hm... it’s... sterile. More like what I find when I break into the homes of ceos or serial killers. You know, those kinds of psychopaths.” Lester chuckled and headed to the man’s bedroom. Without asking permission he began going through the closets until he found extra bedding and pillows. The alpha carefully arranged them on the bed then returned to Matt’s side.
“Are you going to make me carry your heavy ass again, or are you going to handle this like a man?”
