Micah

"First thing about using a gun," Alistair started. He was pressed against my back, and his arms were flush against mine, holding my hands steady toward the target. "Make sure to aim to kill." His hot breath tickled my ear.

We'd gone out to the countryside to practice shooting as he promised. I expected him to take time to a grungy shooting range or something. But I'd never expected for him to take me here as a date too. He'd prepared a picnic basket and asked one of his mobster buddies to let him go on their land to practice shooting.

I'd never expected to hold a gun in my lifetime. It was heavier than I thought it'd be. I didn't know if it was the weight of what it could do to another person or if it were the metal it was made with. Two things were going through my mind.

How enticing Alistair's scent was, how warm his body felt against mine. It turned me on more than anything. If he kept tempting me, he'd get lucky in the car. Of course, my body reacted to his, just like any other sane omega would when being touched like someone like Alistair.

The other thing going through my mind was the gun. I knew I promised him that I'd learn to defend myself. I didn't think after a week; we'd be doing just that. I'd thought he'd teach me some basic defense moves, not shoot a gun. We'd spent most of that week discovering one another's bodies, inside and out. Something about the sex with Alistair was nowhere near comparable to the other encounters I'd had.

"Second thing about using a gun," He nipped at my ear, making me let out a small moan. "Don't get distracted."

"It's really hard to focus when you're doing that," I argued, shaking my head in response to avert my eyes back to the makeshift target that Alistair pinned up onto a hay bale.

"When I'm doing what?" Alistair hummed, moving his hands from where they were down to my pants.

"That." I bit down on my bottom lip, trying to keep my composure as he dipped one of his hands in the front of my pants.

"I'm just tryin' to teach you a little something, mouse." The alpha chuckled, gently grabbing onto my semi-hard dick. My legs wanted to shake, but I knew he was testing me in a new twisted way to see if I could handle myself.

I closed my eyes for a second, letting myself and my body react to his touch before I opened them and focused on the target in front of me. I firmly held the gun in place, pointing it where I knew I'd hit at least somewhere on the target.

The loud boom of the gun startled me; its power ricocheted back on my body, and I almost dropped it.

"Didn't think you really had it in you." Alistair chuckled, pulling his hand out of my pants. "Especially when you smell like you're bathed in your own slick." His voice lowered.

"Well, we're out here to learn how to shoot, right?" I said matter of factly.

Alistair replied with a sigh and walked toward the target that I shot, and he looked back at me. "You sure you've never shot a gun before?" He raised one of his brows.

"I'm fairly certain," I replied, lowering the gun.

"Remind me not to piss you off," He plucked the paper off of the hay bale and brought it over to me—dead center in the head of the target. "Even when I was messin' around with you, you still woulda probably shot someone in the head. Gotta say I'm impressed."

"You'd be amazed at all of the things that I could do to be fair." I smiled, rolling my eyes.

"I'd love to find out the things you could do." He smirked, approaching me with the target I had just shot. "Here," he handed it to me. "It's your souvenir."

"Well, just because I was lucky on my first try doesn't mean I'm some pro-gun dude." I pursed my lips.

"Still, I think it'd be cool for you to hang up somewhere?" Alistair raised a brow.

I looked at it for a second, then realized I could do something with it. "Or I could make it an art piece." I grabbed it from him.

Alistair furrowed his brows. "You're into art?"

"Yeah, I wanted to major in art before all that happened with my parents. Being out in the street and all. When I started working at the bar and getting money in my extracurriculars, I was finally able to buy the supplies I needed. To be honest, it hurt more knowing that my art supplies was fucked that day you picked me up than my other crap. Because that was more of a luxury item for me." I bit down on my lip. "Since I don't have to pay you all that much, I'm sure here soon I could get some pretty decent art supplies."

"Well, how about we go to a supply store after this? My treat?" I didn't know what my reaction should have been. But I knew my heart was fluttering at the sentiment of him getting something I was passionate about for me.

Like word vomit, "You really don't have to, y'know—" came out of my mouth.

"I mean, it's the least I could do for you," he shrugged. "I thought you woulda called the cops and rat me out or something after all that happened the other day. You're handling all of what happened that day way better than I thought you would. Think of it as a thank-you gift."

"Well, I should thank you for not taking advantage of me in my most vulnerable moments." I replied, thinking of my heat and how I begged him to take me. I knew it was irresistible to an alpha like him. Shockingly, he didn't bat an eye to help me in that time instead of taking what he wanted.

"Any good, respectable alpha woulda never defile you in that state." He frowned, shaking his head at the mere thought of it. "I might be a no good dirty scum bag. But I'm not a no good dirty rapist scum bag."

My stomach twisted up in knots. If I hadn't called him to pick me up, the likelihood of another alpha ravishing me would have been the biggest possibility. Something in me, my omega, told me to call him. I trusted him before I thought I even could. Even when he had my best interest at heart, I was still stubborn and an ass to him.

"Well, I have a few more targets for you to shoot at. Why don't we create a few more canvases?" He gave me a sly smile.

"This time, can you refrain from trying to tease me?" I raised my brow, smirking at him.

"Hey, most of the time, you're distracted when holding and shooting a gun anyways. A lot can be going on." He waved his hand, grabbing another clean target to hang on the hay. "Might as well teach you the correct way." He turned toward me.

"The correct way isn't with your hand down my pants, mister Salvatore." I rolled my eyes. "You'd have a better chance having several of your men ambush me or something."

"As if I'd let them near you." Alistair approached me. He put his chest to mine. "I have to keep some delicacies to myself."

"You sayin' you pass around omegas or something?" I raised my brow.

"I mean, a few of them have taken omegas I'd previously slept with, home with them before." He shrugged. "We try to keep our circle close, don't want a little rat to come in and fuck our shit up."

Alistair stood behind me again, close enough to where I felt his breath tickle my neck.

"What if I'm a rat?" I swallowed. I wanted to know his reaction.

"I've watched you and done thorough background checks on you, little mouse." He wrapped his arms around my waist. "If you were trying to fuck me over, you'd already done it."

I clenched my jaw. "How long were you stalking me?" I knew I didn't want the answer because it'd probably take the attraction of the man behind me to nothing.

"Well, if you think I was breaking into your apartment and sniffing your panties or somethin', I'm sorry to tell you that you witnessed every bit of my stalking." He chuckled. "I mighta never have had a mama to raise me right, or a father who was a good example. But I can tell you this. My grandfather raised me to be a gentleman." I could feel his cock harden against my ass.

I hummed, biting my bottom lip. I raised the gun, aimed it, and shot it, hitting another part of the new target. This time I didn't pause. I didn't wait to see where. I went through the moment and kept shooting until the clip was clear.

"Sexual frustration?" He teased. "Always remember, even if it's empty, treat the gun as if it's loaded." He grabbed the gun from my hand, flipping the safety on and setting it in its special casing.

He returned to the position he was in prior to putting the gun back. His cock now throbbing against my ass.

"Do you wanna?" His breath was husky.

I leaned into his touch. "Yes." I said breathlessly. 

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