Dak’s Omega (Bear’s Cove 1) by A.J. Stone

Excerpt:

Nerves randomly fired in Chase’s body, making him feel off-kilter as he entered Dak’s house. He should have come straight here from work. Beneath his greasy mechanic’s coveralls, his clothes had been in fine shape. Except they smelled like the garage, and Dak had seemed strangely distant when he’d come by.

Dak’s fingertips were a gentle pressure on Chase’s lower back. “Are you hungry?”

This wasn’t a date. No matter what kind of mixed signals he was getting from Dak, the last one had been clear—he wasn’t flirting. Of course, Dak hadn’t flirted at all. In flashes and moments, there had been hints of desire, the chemical pull of attraction, and that spanking. The skin on Chase’s ass heated just from the memory.

This wasn’t a date—except Dak had changed into jeans that made the bulge at the apex of his thighs look that much larger and a shirt that emphasized his wide shoulders and strong chest. The short sleeves strained to cover Dak’s massive biceps.

Chase leaned into the hand on his back, turning to face Dak. Inches separated them. He held up the key to the patrol car. “I brought these.”

Dak’s clear blue gaze didn’t acknowledge the statement. Wordlessly he demanded a response.

“I’m hungry.” He didn’t specify exactly what he was craving. Though whatever was in the oven smelled scrumptious, Chase wanted to taste something else. Right now, he wanted another kiss from the deputy. Not one to wait for what he wanted, Chase rose to his toes and pressed his lips to Dak’s. It was an offering, and his heart pounded so hard he thought it might burst out of his chest.

Dak’s fingertips slid to Chase’s waist, the pressure increasing until his grip was firm. Dak’s tongue traced along Chase’s lower lip, and Chase opened to this gentle request.

Once he did that, all bets were off. Dak gripped the back of Chase’s neck, tilting his head to let Dak’s tongue inside. With his kiss, he ravaged Chase’s mouth and liquefied his bones.