GENRE: Gay Paranormal Erotic Romance (MMM)
LENGTH: 27,687 words
Blake Hill is a twenty-five-year-old omega who's too old to be single. No alpha wants to mate with him. He's prettier than most omegas and he smells just as sweet as any of them, but he's too tall and too muscular. Alphas prefer smaller-built omegas, and not a freak like him.
Mason Armstrong and Kian Evans have been alpha-mates for years. They're ready for a third mate, preferably an omega they can agree on. Both men are thirty-seven and stable enough in their careers to not worry about their financial future.
When mutual friends set up a blind date between the three men, sparks fly, but the alphas insist on the ancient courting ritual before claiming the omega.
Do they have a future together? Or will the fire burn out before they reach the mating stage?
Note: may contain sexually explicit scenes of a homoerotic nature.
"Lighten up, Mase. You look great. Stop fidgeting."
Mason glared at Kian, his alpha mate. "Easy for you to say. You're still in your long-sleeved shirt and slacks. You remind people of a successful manager or some shit like that. I own a small diner, and I'm wearing a ratty Henley shirt along with an old pair of jeans. I'll probably be taken as a hobo. Maybe I should change --"
Mason sighed. "I know I'm overreacting, but we're about to meet up with James's omega friend. Tony told me Blake is one of the most beautiful omegas ever. If Tony wasn't so in love with James, he would have gone after Blake himself."
"Lucky us then."
Mason nodded at Kian. "Are you sure that I don't need to put on some other clothes?"
Kian rolled his eyes. "Yes, I'm sure. Now, sit tight and shut your trap. You're worse than my students, and they're year one elementary kids."
"I can't help it, Kee. I want to make a good impression on Blake."
"You'll be fine ... holy shit! Turn around."
"Turn around," Kian instructed.
Mason obliged. "What's there to see?"
"The tall dude."
"What about him?"
"Angela just pointed him toward our table."
Mason swiveled around to face Kian once again. "That's the omega?"
"He should be. He's ... huge, though."
"Hush. He's making his way to our table now."
Mason picked up his bottle of beer and gulped the contents down his throat as his heart beat faster and harder against his chest. James and Anthony had warned him Blake would be a damn gorgeous omega, but he wasn't prepared for that kind of breathtaking beauty. He could smell the sweet, fertile scent of omega before Blake even reached their table. Mason groaned under his breath. He noticed Kian was clenching both fists.
"Holy fuck! Remind me to kill James and Anthony tomorrow," Kian whispered. "Blake is beyond exquisite, and his scent ... shit! My dick is hard enough right now to cut through diamonds."
"So's mine," Mason gritted out. "Let's get through this date first. We can murder both James and Anthony tomorrow. They should've prepared us better before arranging this date with Blake. I think I'm going to faint. There's not enough blood going up all the way to my upper head."
Mason needed more time to get himself under control, but Blake approached him and Kian less than a minute later. He observed as Kian stood and shook hands with Blake before he did the same. He hoped nobody was staring at his crotch because he had no doubt the visible bulge was more than obscene. Once the introductions were over with, they sat around the table with Blake in between him and Kian. He yearned to pull the omega into his arms and bury his nose in the crook between Blake's neck and shoulder. He also craved the taste of the omega's skin on his tongue. However, he didn't want to frighten Blake away from him and Kian before they even got the chance to get to know one another.
It took every ounce of self-control not to pounce on Blake and fuck the omega right there in public in the diner before biting down on a perfect spot on the left side of the man's neck. Mason wanted the world to know that Blake belonged to him. He could tell Kian was finding it just as difficult to sit still. He was amazed an omega as magnificent as Blake was willing to give him and Kian a chance. His right hand trembled as he grabbed the beer bottle and finished the contents in a matter of seconds.
"I guess I'm not your type, huh?" Blake spoke up after a moment of silence.
Mason almost choked on his beer. "What? No. I mean, yes, you're definitely our type."
"What makes you think that you're not?" Kian inquired.
"Have you looked at me?" Blake answered while gesturing at himself.