Jensen’s hand pauses where he’s bringing the bite of steak up to his mouth at the sound of the stranger’s voice. Calmly, he puts the fork down and takes a sip of water.
“A sweet thing like you shouldn’t be out on your own. Never know what kind of trouble you might get up to,” the man continues mockingly, his voice dripping with the disdain that only an ignorant knothead can manage.
Jensen looks up at him coolly, straightening his shoulders. Just because he’s an omega and his biology tells him that he’s supposed to have some measure of respect for the asshat standing in front of him, doesn’t mean that he’s going to let himself be insulted.
“Don’t you have to go discover fire or something? Find someone to drag back to your cave?” Jensen asks, smirking when the knothead’s mouth twists into a tight line.
The knothead doesn’t appreciate the mocking for long though, and pushes his bulk closer into Jensen’s space. Jensen can’t help but twitch as the alpha’s strong scent clouds his nose, almost gagging him.
It sucks that here, in an elegant restaurant in Dallas on his fifth wedding anniversary, Jensen still has to put up with harassment like this. The worst part is that no one else is even blinking an eye, like it’s this asshole’s right to crowd an omega any time he wants to.
“My alpha is in the restroom and will be back any second, so I suggest you get lost,” Jensen states, hating that he even needs to use a statement like that as a defense, but knowing that it’s the one most likely to work.
The knothead sniffs at him, like a fucking dog, and ain’t that degrading. “You don’t smell claimed.”
“Well, he is,” Danneel’s voice suddenly rings out, tone like ice. She steps out from behind the knothead, her hair perfectly coifed, curves poured into a dress so tight it should be illegal. The expression on her face says “leave or die, motherfucker.”
Jensen can’t help but smile at her, his wife, his alpha. His ass clenches at the sight of her.
The knothead gives her an appraising once over before turning back to Jensen. Then, in an act that will soon be to his utter dismay, he starts laughing.
Danneel has a manicured grip around his balls before the knothead can even finish the last “ha.”
“My husband and I are celebrating our anniversary tonight,” she stage whispers, up on her tippy toes in her 6-inch stilettos just so she can say it to the knothead’s shocked face. “You need to leave before I make sure you never breed another bitch in your entire sorry ass life.”
She lets go and wipes her hand on the napkin on Jensen’s lap, stroking his epically hard dick in the process. She winks at him before sending one final glare over her shoulder to the hastily retreating knothead.
“I can’t leave you alone for a second, can I?” she says with a smirk, sliding into the seat next to Jensen and nibbling on his earlobe.
“I guess you’re going to have to punish me later, right?” Jensen plays along, slipping his hand up that fucking ridiculous dress and thinking about the big plastic knot that will be hanging between those legs in a few hours.
“And then cuddling,” she growls.
“Fuck yeah, you better cuddle me.”
"You're not the boss of me!"
Jensen still doesn’t understand how he got so lucky.
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“Hey there, pretty.”
Jensen’s hand pauses where he’s bringing the bite of steak up to his mouth at the sound of the stranger’s voice. Calmly, he puts the fork down and takes a sip of water.
“A sweet thing like you shouldn’t be out on your own. Never know what kind of trouble you might get up to,” the man continues mockingly, his voice dripping with the disdain that only an ignorant knothead can manage.
Jensen looks up at him coolly, straightening his shoulders. Just because he’s an omega and his biology tells him that he’s supposed to have some measure of respect for the asshat standing in front of him, doesn’t mean that he’s going to let himself be insulted.
“Don’t you have to go discover fire or something? Find someone to drag back to your cave?” Jensen asks, smirking when the knothead’s mouth twists into a tight line.
The knothead doesn’t appreciate the mocking for long though, and pushes his bulk closer into Jensen’s space. Jensen can’t help but twitch as the alpha’s strong scent clouds his nose, almost gagging him.
It sucks that here, in an elegant restaurant in Dallas on his fifth wedding anniversary, Jensen still has to put up with harassment like this. The worst part is that no one else is even blinking an eye, like it’s this asshole’s right to crowd an omega any time he wants to.
“My alpha is in the restroom and will be back any second, so I suggest you get lost,” Jensen states, hating that he even needs to use a statement like that as a defense, but knowing that it’s the one most likely to work.
The knothead sniffs at him, like a fucking dog, and ain’t that degrading. “You don’t smell claimed.”
“Well, he is,” Danneel’s voice suddenly rings out, tone like ice. She steps out from behind the knothead, her hair perfectly coifed, curves poured into a dress so tight it should be illegal. The expression on her face says “leave or die, motherfucker.”
Jensen can’t help but smile at her, his wife, his alpha. His ass clenches at the sight of her.
The knothead gives her an appraising once over before turning back to Jensen. Then, in an act that will soon be to his utter dismay, he starts laughing.
Danneel has a manicured grip around his balls before the knothead can even finish the last “ha.”
“My husband and I are celebrating our anniversary tonight,” she stage whispers, up on her tippy toes in her 6-inch stilettos just so she can say it to the knothead’s shocked face. “You need to leave before I make sure you never breed another bitch in your entire sorry ass life.”
She lets go and wipes her hand on the napkin on Jensen’s lap, stroking his epically hard dick in the process. She winks at him before sending one final glare over her shoulder to the hastily retreating knothead.
“I can’t leave you alone for a second, can I?” she says with a smirk, sliding into the seat next to Jensen and nibbling on his earlobe.
“I guess you’re going to have to punish me later, right?” Jensen plays along, slipping his hand up that fucking ridiculous dress and thinking about the big plastic knot that will be hanging between those legs in a few hours.
“And then cuddling,” she growls.
“Fuck yeah, you better cuddle me.”
"You're not the boss of me!"
Jensen still doesn’t understand how he got so lucky.