His trip to find cold water was taking longer than he wanted it to. Every ounce of Goody's being wanted to be back at that door. Even if he had to sit outside of it all night, he wanted to be there. It wasn't like it wouldn't be the first time he had to sleep on the ground. Wouldn't be the last either. But he wanted to be there, with Billy, even if only on the other side of the door. Though instinctively, he wanted to be with Billy in the room. He wanted to bury his nose against the omega's throat and take in that addictive scent. He wanted to touch the man all over. Maybe push him to his stomach and mount him. Bite marks into his flesh and rub his scent all over Billy. Claiming the Omega so that no Alpha would ever dare to touch him.
He wanted that. Craved it. But he had promised and he wasn't going to. He wasn't going to make Billy stuck with the only Alpha that was least likely to be strong enough. Omegas wanted Alphas that were big. Strong. Dominant. They wanted fighters and leaders. Great hunters and virile mates. He was none of those things. He had been, once, but he could barely call himself Alpha anymore, with only the instincts left to call him so.
When he does finally get the cold water, not a basin sadly, just a glass and he's lucky to have gotten that much, he's back up the stairs and headed down to their room. He wonders if Billy can hear it over the horny Alpha trying to bust the door down. And nearly succeeding. Goody can see the way the door is starting to give way. He doesn't know if he'll make it in time or if the huge man is going to go crashing into their room and into Billy's knives. But he snarls all the same, a blood curdling sound that had made generals in the Union wet their britches.
"What in the Sam Hill do you think you're doing at MY door." A pause and another snarl. "You know what... go ahead, open the door. I haven't seen MyOmega kill anyone in a few hours." He silently apologized for the utter possessiveness in his tone. "I miss seeing how pretty he looks all streaked in the blood of idiots."
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Date: 2016-11-17 06:20 pm (UTC)He wanted that. Craved it. But he had promised and he wasn't going to. He wasn't going to make Billy stuck with the only Alpha that was least likely to be strong enough. Omegas wanted Alphas that were big. Strong. Dominant. They wanted fighters and leaders. Great hunters and virile mates. He was none of those things. He had been, once, but he could barely call himself Alpha anymore, with only the instincts left to call him so.
When he does finally get the cold water, not a basin sadly, just a glass and he's lucky to have gotten that much, he's back up the stairs and headed down to their room. He wonders if Billy can hear it over the horny Alpha trying to bust the door down. And nearly succeeding. Goody can see the way the door is starting to give way. He doesn't know if he'll make it in time or if the huge man is going to go crashing into their room and into Billy's knives. But he snarls all the same, a blood curdling sound that had made generals in the Union wet their britches.
"What in the Sam Hill do you think you're doing at MY door." A pause and another snarl. "You know what... go ahead, open the door. I haven't seen MyOmega kill anyone in a few hours." He silently apologized for the utter possessiveness in his tone. "I miss seeing how pretty he looks all streaked in the blood of idiots."