Captive Mate BL
Chapter 40: + - 40+

Chapter 40: +Chapter 40+

"Fuck," Asher cursed, pushing a hand through his hair.

The air on his still-wet dick was cool, the appendage still hard although he was the furthest from aroused.

This was a problem. He had never not been able to get off before, it was his one outlet for his emotions that never failed him.

He didn’t bother getting himself off, knowing that it was useless, his body was fixated on one person.

Asher zipped up his pants and eyed the door, what he should do right now, should be to go back to the mansion and take Caspian.

The game didn’t even matter anymore, if this went on for much longer, he would snap and it wouldn’t be pretty.

He rose to his feet without taking his coat, leaving the bedroom and heading for the wet bar instead of the door.

There was a sensation of unease trickling down the back of his throat, he was a little afraid of being in the same space as Caspian, afraidof himself.

His plan was to find an outlet for the fire raging under his skin, and if sex didn’t cut it, he would have to find an alternative.

The first shot of the night burned going down his throat, drowning out the wildfire in his veins.

-+-

Caspian woke up with a start, squinting up at the lit television. It was just about four AM... Asher hadn’t returned this time.

He pushed his hair out of his face, reaching for the remote to put off the TV, there was no reason to keep waiting for him.

He got to his feet with a wince, stretching, falling asleep on the couch had been such a bad idea.

Asher was probably busy with work, as a matter of fact, the Mafia King might have gone on a business trip. Yet, here he was acting like a lonely wife waiting up for her husband.

He got under the covers, staring up at the ceiling, he had only slept for a couple hours at most, his life here as monotonous as it had been in Moonstone.

It was a little worse here because he wasn’t even allowed to leave Asher’s room. All he did was eat, nap, and watch TV shows.

Maybe that was why he was so hung up on Asher, he was bored. If he was fully occupied, there would be no time to pine over an Alpha.

Caspian rolled from one side of the bed to the other, he should be sleepy but his eyes were painfully clear, the fresh sheets completely devoid of Asher’s scent.

He couldn’t help but wonder what the other Alpha was up to.

-+-

Jael glanced at his watch for the umpteenth time, it had been hours since dawn and he hadn’t heard a single word from Asher.

He had been expecting the Alpha to ask for a ride the night before, and when that didn’t happen, he had chalked it up to the Alpha blowing off some steam.

Especially with the matter that had happened with Mafia King Nikolai, he was surprised that Asher hadn’t done that sooner. It was just a little shocking that he had chosen his penthouse instead of one of his hotels.

This was the longest he had gone without doing that, it had been almost a week, and if he wasn’t releasing some of the pressure with the Omega he bought specifically for that reason, it was no surprise he had a short fuse the day before.

Jael glanced at his watch again, this delay could only be caused by two things.

One, Asher finally hooked up with an assassin who fucking cut his throat out, or two, he had gone to find Nikolai, and either one or both the Mafia Kings were dead.

He didn’t like his options.

That was enough to get him moving, he got in a car and drove right to the penthouse.

He nearly crashed the car several times on the way there because he had finally given in and tried calling his boss’ phone but the device was fucking dead. Just his luck.

This was why he rarely left Asher alone, leaving Asher to his devices was a death sentence... To the Alpha and everyone around him.

Jael was ready to kick down the door of the penthouse but he didn’t need to because it was unlocked, his nose wrinkling as a wall of air heavy with alcohol wafted over him.

"What the fuck?" He whispered, disbelief tinting his words.

Asher was sprawled on one of the modern decor couches, his hair wildly tousled, completely knocked out while somehow holding on to the neck of a half-empty bottle of liquor.

"What the fuck?" He had to repeat, frozen in shock.

Asher never got drunk. He didn’t even like to drink but it was something that couldn’t be avoided in their line of work.

So unless someone drugged him, and soaked every inch of the apartment in vodka, there was no mistaking that the Alpha in front of him was blackout drunk.

There was no way that his scuffle with Nikolai had caused this, those two had a new issue every week, so the pointers were all facing in the direction of a particular male Omega.

Jael wasn’t paid enough for this.

He stepped into the apartment, closing the door behind him. He would have to cancel Asher’s appointment for the rest of today as well as tomorrow.

Considering the amount of empty bottles scattered around, the Alpha would be dealing with a hell of a hangover as soon as he sobered up.

He took the bottle from Asher, struggling for a bit because the Alpha had a death grip on the glass bottle although he was out cold.

He placed the bottle on the counter of the wet bar with a sigh, Asher never had healthy coping methods but it wasn’t like he could judge.

Jael half-carried Asher off the couch, the Alpha’s long legs had been hanging over the couch uncomfortably. After getting him comfortable on the bed in the bedroom, he returned to the living room.