Against All Odds

Chapter One

Riley didn't know what to expect when the car had pulled up outside the rundown little motel that he'd been staying at for the past week but he certainly hadn't expected anything close to what he was looking at now. The car, he didn't know what kind it was, was black and expensive looking. Honestly, he'd never seen anything like it before. Other than in movies. It was sleek and impressively comfortable. The driver had gotten out and opened the door for him, which should have been his first clue. Noah, the guy he was going to meet, had money.

He knew Noah was well off, he could tell that just by their video chats. The room he was always in looked bigger than the house Riley had grown up in and the furniture that he could see looked elegant and antique. He figured that Noah lived in a large house. That was obvious. A large estate probably but what Riley saw coming into view as the car turned onto an impossibly long drive lined with ornamental trees was not a house. He didn't even think it qualified as a mansion. The massive structure looming before him was a palace.

Riley leaned across the back seat closer to the driver. "Is this the right place?" He asked.

"I'm sorry?" The driver responded.

"This can't be a house." Riley told him. "Is it a hotel or something?"

The driver chuckled. "No, Sir. This is Reaney Hall."

Riley sat back and let out a deep breath. Reaney Hall. Noah Reaney. It made sense but he was still shocked by the sheer size of the place. From what Noah had told Riley, he lived alone with his mother. Riley couldn't believe that only two people resided in such a huge manor house as this. Of course, he suspected that there must have been a plethora of servants who also lived on the grounds but it still seemed odd that Noah and his mother would choose to occupy such a grand estate. This house could easily have housed half the town, Riley was sure of it. Why would something so grand be kept so empty, and so isolated?

Noah was an eccentric. Riley knew that already. Noah was twenty-five years old and had been a shut in since early childhood. He hadn't gone into many details about what happened but from what he's told Riley, Riley suspected that it had something to do with Noah's father's death when Noah was only eight years old. For the past three months the two had been corresponding via the internet. First meeting in a chat room and then private messaging each other. Eventually they traded cell numbers and in the last month had started video chatting.

In that time Riley had divulged pretty much his entire life story to his new friend but Noah in return shared very little about his own life. Riley knew that Noah lived with his mother, Lilian, and that his father, Stephen, had been killed years ago. Both Lilian and her husband were alphas, as was Noah, and Noah had a younger brother, a beta, named Charlie. Charlie left for university when he was eighteen but dropped out after one year, had gotten married and currently had one child. Noah and his mother rarely saw Charlie or his family. They lived in another state and since leaving college, Charlie and his mother had not been on good terms.

From what Riley could tell, Lilian was a very controlling woman who liked having things go her way. Noah never talked about his mother in a warm and caring way, in fact, he rarely spoke of her at all and acted as though the mention of the woman made him uncomfortable. Riley couldn't begin to imagine what it must be like, living with a mother who was so cold and devoid of emotion as Lilian appeared to be. He wondered if it was the death of her husband that made her so or if she had always been that way. For Riley it made no sense. He would have given anything to see his family again. He barely had any memories of them. He'd been so young when they had passed away.

Riley had barely been five years old. His parents had left him with a family friend to attend a Christmas party but never came back. They said it had been a car accident. The roads were icy and his alpha father had swerved to avoid a collision with a drunk driver. The car careened out of control and flipped upside down in the river. Both his alpha father and his omega father had lost their lives that night. Since Riley had no other family he was placed in foster care, going through many different homes before he aged out at eighteen. There had never been any chance for him really. Each foster family that had taken him in was quick to transfer him after only a month or so.

There were no prospective adoptions in his future either. No one wanted an orphaned, male, omega. Omega's were thought to be trouble. Their heats made them unpredictable and they weren't as strong or as assertive as alphas. Even betas were preferable over omegas. In Riley's society, an omega was only good for two things, service and child bearing. He survived his time in foster care by keeping his head down, his mouth shut, and his legs closed. Omegas had it hard enough as it was without being labeled a whore. Becoming a single teen parent would have diminished his chances of ever finding a suitable mate.

After aging out of the system, Riley was basically left on his own. He had no where to live, no money and no way of making any. No one wanted to hire him. At least no one that paid a decent wage. The most he was able to get were cleaning jobs that paid shit and had no benefits. It didn't surprise him really. Not many omegas worked outside the home. Parents with omega children would have marriages arranged before their child's first heat. By the time the omega child had graduated high school, they were well on their way to becoming someone's mate and then soon after, raising their own children. That was the way society worked. Omegas were property. They belonged to their fathers and then to their mates.

An omega on their own was looked down on and greatly discouraged. When Riley left foster care it was highly encouraged that he submit himself to the local mating house. That wasn't for Riley though. He knew that already. Sure he would have a roof over his head, a bed in a dormitory style room, and three meals a day but for him, the price was too high. Omegas in a mating house were paraded around in front of alphas looking for a submissive mate to cook, clean, and bear their children. The omega was chosen by his or her new mate and expected to be compliant with whatever was demanded of them.

There was no love, no courting period, and the omega never had a choice in the matter. Riley couldn't imagine being forced to spend his life with someone he didn't know and hadn't chosen for himself. Someone that saw him as an object rather than a person. That was the reason he started hanging out in chat rooms. If he were going to give himself over to another person, it was going to be on his terms, his choice, and he wasn't going to settle for the first alpha to show an interest in him.

Riley had spoken to several different men before meeting Noah but none of the others were what Riley had been looking for. Most just wanted a quick hook-up with no strings attached. It wasn't as if he expected to find true love or anything but he certainly wanted more than a one night stand. Honestly, Riley wasn't entirely sure what he expected. What he wanted more than anything was a family, a real home and a stable future. Unfortunately, what you wanted and what you got were two different things. At this point, Riley would settle for a roof over his head and some real food.

The motel had been a welcomed change from the streets but it wasn't a home and the rent was way too high. He'd been lucky enough to get by cleaning rooms for a reduced price and a bit of spending cash but it still wasn't enough. He'd spent the last week eating tuna fish and peanut butter sandwiches, if he even ate at all. Most omegas in his situation would have turned to prostitution by now but there was no way in hell that Riley was going to do that. If he were going to give up the most precious thing he had left, it was going to be for more than a weeks worth of rent and some groceries.

Besides that, he couldn't even fathom the idea of spending countless nights on his back beneath some sweaty, greasy, unkempt slob looking for a cheap fuck. Riley was no ones bitch. Never had been and never would be. Omega or not, he had more respect for himself than that. The question now was, if this thing with Noah Reaney worked out, what was Riley willing to do to earn his place in Noah's life and, for that matter, what exactly did Noah want from him? Companionship? Intimacy? Riley wasn't really sure but one thing he did know was that nothing came without a price. It was just a matter of what Riley was willing pay. Looking up at the house now towering over him, he was suddenly feeling very generous.

***

The car pulled up to the front of the house and the driver walked around to open the door. Riley slid across the seat and out the door, pulling his backpack along with him that he quickly slung over his shoulder. Everything he owned was in that bag and since he'd already checked out of the motel he'd brought the bag with him. He wasn't sure if this venture of his was going to pan out but if he were turned away then at least he had his belongings with him.

The driver ushered Riley towards the large double doors of the mansion and before Riley could even ring the bell, the door swung open and a middle aged beta stood there looking Riley up and down. The man frowned slightly but still stepped aside to allow Riley to enter.

"Mr. Hicks?" The man asked, eyeing Riley carefully.

Riley nodded. "Yeah..uh..I'm Riley Hicks."

"Well, come in." The man said, curtly.

Riley thanked the man then hesitantly stepped through the wide doors and into the foyer. He spared one quick glance behind him to see the car quickly pulling away from the house. Riley took in a deep breath to steady his nerves. If he had any second thoughts about going through with this, it was too late to back out now.

"So, are you like the butler or something?" Riley asked, looking the man over.

"I am Thomas Barns, the head of house and estate manager." He answered, closing the doors.

"So, the butler." Riley shoved his hands into his pants pockets and looked up at Thomas.

"Indeed, Sir." Riley didn't miss the way Thomas narrowed his eyes and the obvious sound of disdain in his voice.

'Great first impression.' Riley thought. 'Haven't been here five minutes and already the guy hates me.'

"You don't look like a butler." Riley remarked, giving Thomas a once over.

"And what is a butler supposed to look like?" Thomas asked, raising an eyebrow.

Riley shrugged. "Aren't you supposed to like, wear a tux or something?" He asked. "In movies, butlers always wear suits or tuxedos, not khakis and a cardigan."

"My employer doesn't much care what I wear." Thomas told him. "So long as I keep the house running smoothy."

"That's cool." Riley forced a wry smile. He was trying to be as friendly as possible but the guy wasn't making it easy for him. In fact, Riley felt down right unwelcome in the house. Thomas wasn't making any attempt to hide the fact that he wasn't pleased with Riley's presence there. "It's cool to have an employer that's so laid back." He clarified. "Makes the job easier."

Thomas gave Riley one last cursory glance then turned and began walking further into the house. "This way." He called back over his shoulder. "Mr. Reaney is waiting for you upstairs."

Riley silently followed Thomas through the main part of the house to a winding staircase leading to the upper levels. Riley had thought the outside of the mansion was impressive but inside well, the only word that immediately came to mind was magnificent. The interior was dark with shimmering hues of browns, blacks, and dark reds. The polished floor glistened beneath his feet looking almost as if speckled with water. Large, imposing paintings covered the walls. Some were portraits, probably ancestors, others were scenic depictions of vast, rolling fields, over grown with wild flowers, children at play, or people on horse back.

The windows were covered by heavy drapes, blocking out most of the natural light leaving the space lit by the glow of ceiling lights that did little to chase away the shadows that seemed to lurk within the house. As Thomas and Riley came to the staircase, Riley could see that it was a strong, sturdy, mahogany structure with hand carved and very intricate designs reaching up the two posts that marked the start of the steps. Taking it all in, Riley thought of a dark and imposing gothic mansion that he'd often read about in the horror novels he loved so much. What he had seen of the house so far was beautiful if not a little saddening. The death of Stephen Reaney must have really taken a toll on the family.

Riley thought to ask about Stephen's death but then stopped himself. It really wasn't his business and with Thomas already not liking Riley, Riley decided it was best not to stoke that fire. Instead, he continued to follow the man up the stairs that seemed to climb higher and higher with no end. When Riley thought they had finally come to the top he was dismayed to discover that they had only reached a landing that lead to yet another row of steps going further up and into the darkness that lay beyond. It wasn't long though before they had finally reached the top. Out of breath, Riley made a mental note to himself to work out more. Clearly he was out of shape.

'Don't huge houses like this have elevators?' He questioned to himself. He couldn't imagine that everyone in the house climbed those steps every single day, several times a day. It was absurd. Without a word, Thomas led Riley down the hall at the top of the stairs and Riley obediently followed. The upper level was as dark and gothic as the lower level but much more sparse when it came to furnishings. Down stairs Riley had seen tables with flower vases sat on them, potted plants, chairs, and other furnishing that made the house look lived in. Upstairs though, it was just an empty hall lined with doors that Riley assumed lead to bedrooms. He'd given up counting them after the tenth door as there were just too many.

He supposed some of the doors, the smaller ones at least, could have been closets, or even bathrooms. Maybe offices. He really didn't know. He didn't have a lot of experience with large mansions such as this. Honestly, he had no experience with them at all. This was the first time he'd ever been inside one. He'd never even been inside of a fancy hotel. It was all new to him. One thing that did surprise him though was how long the hallway was. The house was huge. There was no denying that but this particular hallway seemed to go on forever. Maybe it was just his nerves though. Maybe the hall seemed longer because he knew what awaited him at the other end of it. Noah Reaney himself.

Riley had anticipated the moment he would meet Noah in person. Had even dreamed about it but now that he was actually there, in the man's home, he began to have doubts. They had video chatted for a month, but seeing someone on a screen was a far cry from seeing them in person.What if Noah was disappointment? What if Noah turned Riley away? The worst thought that plagued Riley's mind though was what if Noah had been gaslighting him this entire time.

What if he wasn't the kind, thoughtful, and respectful man that he appeared to be online? People lied about themselves on the internet all the time and made themselves out to be better than what they actually were, all in an attempt to lure some unsuspecting and naive young omega into their confidence. What if Noah Reaney turned out to be some psycho predator? This encounter could turn dangerous very quickly, maybe even deadly. Riley tried to push those thoughts out of his head and instead chose to trust his instincts. He was seldom wrong about people and his instincts told him that he could trust Noah. After all, Riley had put in a lot of time and effort getting to know the man.

Thomas had come to a stop in front of a large set of double doors at the end of the long hall. The doors weren't anything overly fancy. Off white, rectangular doors with silver handles. A fairly simple design but still impressive in their own right. Nothing like the cheap and flimsy doors of the motel that could have been easily kicked in and broken. These doors were sturdy, strong, and immaculately clean. Honestly there wasn't a mark or imperfection on them. No aging either. They looked practically new.

It was a bit odd compared to the aged and antique look of the rest of the house, to have something that looked so modern stuck in the middle of it all but then, Riley suspected that maybe Noah wanted his personal rooms to look more modern. He was still a young man after all and probably had more modern tastes. It didn't matter really. Riley had more important things to worry about than the decor. He was standing there, outside Noah's door, about to make a decision that could potentially change the course of the rest of his life. Riley could feel his heart beating in his chest. His hands shook and for a moment, he considered turning and running back down the hall and out the front doors.

He stopped himself though and held his breath as Thomas reached a hand out and knocked on the doors. A moment later, he pushed one of the doors open and peaked his head inside. "Noah?" Thomas called out to him, his tone steady and professional. "Your guest, Mr. Hicks, has arrived."

"Show him in." Noah's familiar voice called out from inside the room.

Thomas held the door open for Riley and Riley sucked in a ragged breath. It was now or never.

***

Thomas gestured toward the open door. Riley swallowed nervously, his heart pounding in his chest. He smoothed out his long auburn hair and took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing thoughts. With a slight nod of gratitude to Thomas, he stepped carefully into the room.

The room beyond was lavish with rich tapestries, dark mahogany furniture, and a king-sized bed with intricately covered posts. At the center of it all, Noah Reaney, the master of Reaney Hall, stood by a large window, gazing out into the waning light of early evening.

"Thank you, Thomas." Noah said without turning around, his voice deep and commanding.

Thomas nodded then wordlessly exited the room, leaving Riley standing just inside the door way. The door closed behind him with a soft click, and Riley found himself alone with Noah.

Noah turned to face Riley, his piercing blue eyes meeting Riley's with an intensity that made Riley's breath catch in his throat. Noah's chiseled jawline and confident demeanor accentuated his alpha presence.

"Riley." Noah said, a warm smile playing across his lips. "It's good to finally meet you in person."

Riley managed a shy smile in return, his cheeks tinged with a soft blush that Noah found absolutely adorable. "Yeah, it's...um, it's great to finally meet you too, Noah." The words caught in his throat briefly and Riley had to suck in a deep breath. Noah had appeared handsome on video but now, seeing him in person, he was absolutely gorgeous. From his blue eyes and sandy blond hair to the straight nose and his broad chest. The man was absolute perfection.

He stood about 6'2, a stark contrast to Riley's 5'9, and he was built like a line backer. Alpha just rolled off him in waves, without him even doing anything, he seemed to just leak pure masculinity. Riley suddenly found himself weak in the knees as he looked up at this total Adonis of a man. Truly, he was a sight to behold and Riley began to wonder if he were even worthy of such a man.

Noah seemed to have no objections though by the way he looked over Riley, devouring the smaller man with his eyes. He stepped closer, closing the distance between them. "I've been looking forward to this," He admitted, his eyes never leaving Riley's, "for a long time."

Riley's breath hitched and he fidgeted with the hem of his shirt, feeling the intensity of Noah's gaze. "Me too. I mean, I've been looking forward to meeting you as well."

Noah chuckled and Riley found the sound oddly comforting. "Relax, Riley. There's no need to be nervous. We've spent so much time getting to know each other online; it's like we're old friends already."

Riley nodded, feeling a bit more reassured by Noah's words. "Yeah, you're right. I don't know why I'm so nervous. We already know so much about each other."

Noah reached out, gently placing a hand on Riley's shoulder. "Come, let's make ourselves more comfortable. We have a lot to talk about."

As Noah guided Riley further into the room, Riley couldn't ignore the fluttering excitement in his chest. Meeting Noah in person was a moment Riley had both longed for and feared, but in that moment, Riley couldn't dismiss the magnetic pull that he felt, drawing him closer to the alpha.

Noah led Riley to a plush seating area by the window where a comfortable set of arm chairs overlooked the beautiful gardens below. The room was filled with the soft glow of bedside lamps, casting a warm ambiance that contrasted with the darkening sky outside.

"Have a seat, Riley." Noah gestured to one of the chairs, his other hand still lingering on Riley's shoulder for a moment before he withdrew it. Riley sank down into the chair, trying to suppress the nervous flutter in his stomach. Noah settled into the chair opposite him and for a moment, they simply sat in silence, the air thick with anticipation.

"So, Riley," Noah began, breaking the silence, "tell me about yourself. I've learned a lot from our chats, but there's always more to know, isn't there? For instance, what are your passions, what are your dreams?"

Riley nodded, his fingers fidgeting with the arm of the chair. "Well, I'm really into graphic designing. I love to create visual stories through my art and, uh, I'm really into photography too."

Noah's eyes lit up with genuine interest. "That's fascinating. I've always admired those who have a creative touch. What inspires your work?"

Riley had to think about that for a moment. What did inspire him? No one had ever asked him that let alone taken a real interest in what he did or what he cared about. Even in school, when he would bring up any interest in pursuing a career in graphic design he was discouraged, no one really taking him seriously. Most of his teachers suggested home economics classes or omega studies. Omega's didn't go to college, he was told. Omega's didn't have careers. All he needed to learn was how to cook, clean, and obey his future alpha. Anything that Riley had learned about computers, he'd taught himself.

There were a lot of things that Riley had to discover on his own. How cruel the world could be for instance, especially to an omega. He often felt as though he didn't have a place in this world. That he was just existing beyond the boundaries of life, doing what he had to do to survive. It was a very lonely feeling but then, he was used to that. He'd been alone since his parent's death, shuffled around from home to home, just another number in the system, no one really caring about him or what happened to him. He was just another omega after-all, worthless in societies eyes.

"There are a lot of things that inspire me." Riley told Noah. "If I had to choose one I suppose I'd say love."

"Love?"

Riley nodded. "I've done a lot of pieces showing parents and their children playing or having dinner together or just hugging. I lost my parents when I was pretty young and I miss the connection that I had with them. My art usually shows my desire to belong to a family again and experience the love of parents to their children."

"What about romantic love?" Noah asked, leaning forward in his seat and watching Riley closely, invested in everything the young man had say.

Riley shrugged, a deep blush covering his cheeks. "I've never really experienced romantic love. There was one kid in high school that kind of liked me but the relationship never went anywhere. In the end I think he was afraid of what his parents would say if he brought an omega home."

"Yes, our societies views on omegas are not favorable." Noah drummed his fingers against the arm of the chair, his eyes moved away from Riley and were now staring at the ground. He sighed heavily. "That is something I wish would change. Omegas are as important in our society as any other secondary gender. I just wish that more people felt the same way."

Riley raised an eyebrow, surprised by Noah's declaration. "It's not often that you hear an alpha speak of an omega as an equal."

"And that is precisely what's wrong with our society." Noah looked up and met Riley's eyes with his own. Riley could see the sincerity in those eyes and it made his heart skip a beat. He had to wonder though, was this guy for real or was he simply trying to win Riley over with modern and more progressive views? Riley's heart was telling him that Noah meant every word he said though his head told him to be careful. All alphas he had met up until this point had only been after one thing and weren't above putting on the charm to get their way.

"Why so many look down on omegas is something I've never understood." Noah continued. "We deny ourselves so much as a people by not allowing our omega counterparts to reach their full potential. Take yourself for instance, I suspect that you would love to work in the design industry, or at the very least be able to sell your designs, but I bet that you've been given very few opportunities to grow in that particular field, am I right?"

Riley's shoulders slumped as he nodded, frustration evident on his face and in his posture. "No opportunities would be more exact. There isn't even a college program for graphic design that will accept me. Not that I'd have the money for it anyway and omegas don't qualify for educational grants. Every time I've inquired about furthering my education I've been told that my time would be put to better use in the service industry. People are always needing janitors." The last statement he made with a wry smile.

"It's disgusting that anyone would tell you that." Noah sneered. "You lack the opportunities that everyone else gets just because you're an omega. It's not right."

Riley shrugged. "That's just the way it is. It would be nice if things changed but I doubt I'd ever see that change in my life time. I've learned to accept it."

"You shouldn't have to." Noah pointed out. "No omega should."

They sat silently for a moment, a heavy weight hung in the air between them. Noah was upset over how their society treated omegas but he didn't want to spoil the mood. Riley had made the trip all the way to meet Noah and this was his chance to get to know the pretty little omega a little better.

"In our chats, you said that you had grown up in foster care. What was that like?" Noah asked, taking a genuine interest in Riley's life.

Riley shrugged, frowning slightly. What could he say really? It was shit. "The first few years I don't remember much of. I was shuffled around a lot. I never really stayed in one place more than a month."

"We're your foster parents kind to you?"

"They weren't unkind." Riley told him. "Honestly, they pretty much ignored me. I had a bed and food but that's about it. Most treated me as more of an inconvenience than anything else. The alpha and beta children they doted on. They got the better rooms, more food, and new clothes and toys. I got what was legally required and that's it."

"So, you were never treated like family. They didn't see you as their son?"

Riley shook his head. "Mostly I was left on my own. I guess, in a way, I'm lucky. I've heard that some foster parents abuse their omega charges. I must have gotten the better ones."

Noah let out a low, soft, growl that made Riley flinch. "Why would a couple take in children if they don't care about them?" He hissed between clenched teeth. "Why bother if they aren't going to treat them well?"

"Mostly it's the money." Riley explained. "The foster parents get a small allowance for each kid they take in. That money is supposed to be used to care for the children but usually the foster parents end up spending it on themselves. Not all the time though. I've heard from other kids that they've been with really good families. Those families are just rare."

"So, none of the families that you were placed with treated you well?"

"There was one family that was decent." Riley told him. "I stayed with them the longest. I was thirteen then and old enough to take over the cooking and cleaning. I waited on the family hand and foot. They treated me more like a servant than their child but they were never cruel to me. As long as I did my work and didn't complain I was treated okay."

"Yet, they still treated you like a servant."

Riley shrugged. "It's to be expected. They probably thought they were training me for the future."

"More omega stereotypes." Noah rolled his eyes. "I'm sure you are capable of more than domestic service. At any rate, the past is in the past. Best to focus on the future. Is there anything that you want to know about me that we haven't already discussed online?"

Riley shuffled a bit in his seat. In all honesty, there was a lot that Riley wanted to know about Noah Reaney. He was a very private person, even in the media. Riley would be a fool not to have looked into him so he did a quick google search but he didn't learn anything online that Noah hadn't already told him. Riley did happen across an old news article pertaining to the death of Stephen Reaney but even that yielded little information or insight into who Noah was.

The article said that Stephen had been the victim of a home invasion. Noah was eight at the time and Charlie was six. Charlie and his mother had been tied up in the living room and Stephen was made, at gun point, to take the assailants to his safe and open it. No one really knew what happened but it was assumed that there had been a struggle and Stephen was shot. The killers fled, leaving Charlie and Lilian in the living room, still tied up but unharmed. There was no mention of where Noah was at the time but Riley assumed he had been in the living room with his mother and brother. The servants found them the following morning and called the police.

The killers were never identified and the case went cold. That was all the information that Riley could find about the incident. It seemed, after that, the Reaney family just kind of vanished from the spot light. Riley didn't even know who Noah Reaney was prior to meeting him online. He didn't even know that Noah was the heir to a fortune until he'd looked him up. It wasn't as if the first thing out of Noah's mouth was "Hey, I'm super rich and kind of weird."

It did take several meetings on video before Noah confessed that he hadn't left his house in fifteen years. Well, he did go outside once in a while. Mostly to sit in the gardens behind the mansion but he hadn't been off grounds in years. He could only get halfway down the drive before having a massive panic attack. He also didn't like being in large crowds of people. That was probably why his mother never entertained guests anymore. Noah couldn't take the stress of having so many people inside his home.

Riley questioned whether he and Noah would ever get to meet in person and Noah assured him that it would be fine as long as it was just Riley and, after they had gotten to know each other a bit more. Noah had no problem meeting with strangers via the internet but he wasn't comfortable meeting them in person. Riley understood his hesitation. The internet was safe. As long as you didn't give out personal information to people you didn't know they couldn't hurt you. Not physically at least. But, inviting a stranger into your home was more risky. Riley never would have agree to travel to Noah's home if he hadn't gotten to know him better though their chats and he doubted Noah would have asked him over either.

They were still taking a chance with this meeting. It's impossible to tell if someone is telling the truth when their hidden safely behind a computer screen. Riley felt that he could trust Noah though. He couldn't explain how but he just felt that he could. There was something about him. His charm maybe, the way he spoke perhaps. Riley wasn't sure what it was but he felt safe in Noah's presence. Noah felt familiar, like Riley had known him his entire life. It might be too soon to say that Riley was falling for the alpha but he wouldn't deny that it was a possibility. Noah just had a face and personality that could make people fall in love with him. It was just a shame, Riley thought, that Noah wasn't more comfortable in social settings. He was sure he'd be the life of the party if he ever got the chance.

After thinking the question over, Riley smiled, learning forward in his chair a bit. "What's your favorite color?" He asked.

Noah was a bit surprised by the question but then he too smiled. "Not the question I was expecting but the answer is green. Sea foam green to be exact. What about you?"

"Crimson." Riley answered without missing a beat. "Favorite food?"

"Oh that's easy." Noah grinned, showing his perfectly straight, white, teeth. "Lasagna and garlic bread. Baxter, my cook, makes the most delicious lasagna. What's your favorite food?"

Riley blushed some. "Well, I know it's not very health conscious, but I like pizza. Not just any pizza though. I like it smothered in lots of cheese, pepperoni, and mushrooms."

Noah raised an eyebrow, grinning wider. "Good to know. What kind of crust?"

"Stuffed crust." Riley said but then frowned. "I love stuffed crust but it's too expensive so I rarely get to eat it. Usually I just get one of those frozen pizzas at the store that cost a dollar. I don't have an oven in my motel room either so I have to get food that can be heated up in the microwave."

"I get the feeling that you don't get a lot of home cooked meals." Noah pointed out.

Riley shook his head. "None since leaving foster care. Between the motel and sleeping on park benches I've been lucky to eat anything at all."

"Well, that's something we're going to change." Noah told him. "Besides eating pizza and working on your art, what are some other things you like to do in your spare time?"

Riley considered this for a moment. What did he like to do in his spare time? He'd never really given it much thought. "Well, I like to read and watch movies."

Noah's ears perked at this. "What kinds of movies. You mentioned in chat that you like scary movies. What other kinds do you like?"

Riley shrugged. "All kinds really. Comedies, dramas, period pieces, and romances. I like all my movies to have at least a little romance in them."

"What would you say is your favorite movie?" Noah asked, a slight grin playing across his lips.

"Anything with vampires in it." Riley said without hesitation. "My all time favorite movie would have to be Dracula. I love the romantic feel of it and it also has a fair share of horror."

"So, you like vampires?"

Riley nodded. "There's something about them that really draws me in. They're usually so elegant and charming and I love the whole tortured soul thing. Just think, they've lived for hundreds of years and have had to watch everyone they love and care about die. They must feel so alone. I think I can relate to that so maybe that's why I'm drawn to them."

"That's a beautiful way of looking at something so terrifying." Noah remarked. "You're very poetic."

Riley blushed some and smiled. "Well, I am an artist. Anyway, tell me what your favorite movie is, since we're on the subject."

"Oh, um..I'd have to say The Shining. I'm a real fan of ghost stories. Not the modern kind with jump scares and a lot of gore. I love an old fashion haunted house story with mystery and intrigue. Something where you don't see the actual ghost until the very end. It leaves the viewer guessing, is there really a ghost or is the main character going mad?"

"I'd say they're going mad." Riley snickered.

Noah raised an eye brow. "You don't believe in ghosts?"

Riley shook his head. "I used to, or maybe hoped that they were real. I'd talk to my parents every night when I was in foster care. I wanted them to come to me but they never did. After while, I stopped believing."

"Perhaps they crossed over." Noah told him. "The souls that remain among the living are ones that are not at peace and feel they have unfinished business. If your parents didn't appear to you then be thankful. It means they've moved on and are happy."

"I never thought of it that way." Riley admitted. "It makes sense but I still don't know if I buy into all that afterlife stuff. I've never seen a ghost or known anyone who has so, I don't know."

Noah grinned. "What would you say if I told you that this house was haunted?"

"Um..." Riley smiled, blushing a bit deeper now as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I don't know. I guess I'd have to see it to believe it."

Noah met Riley's eyes with a mischievous expression that lit up his face. "Maybe you could join me on a ghost hunt sometime." He suggested. 

Riley could tell from his expression that Noah was totally delighted by this idea. Even though Riley found it a little silly he wasn't going to just dismiss something that so obviously pleased the alpha. Riley imagined that Noah didn't have the chance to do many exciting things since he never really left his house. Maybe searching for ghosts was something that broke the monotony of his life.

Riley smiled as he looked across to Noah, a brilliant idea forming in his mind. What better way to get to know the man than to share in one of his interests. "Why wait?" Riley asked. "We could go now. It would also be the perfect opportunity to show me more of your house. I have to admit, this place is amazing and I absolutely love the architecture."

Noah's eyes lit up at the idea. He'd spent his entire life in Reaney Hall so it wasn't so amazing to him and while he did love searching the dark and empty corridors of the mansion for ghosts, what really intrigued him was the idea of spending more time with Riley. He had to admit, when he'd first suggested that Riley come to visit he wasn't sure that anything would come of their meeting face to face. Riley was smart, funny, and Noah found him extremely attractive but that wasn't enough to make a successful relationship.

The more they had gotten know each other though the more Noah realized that there was a genuine connection between them that went beyond just physical attraction. As Riley's suggestion hung in the air, Noah's excitement grew, and he couldn't hide the spark in his eyes. Riley's enthusiasm for exploring the mansion, coupled with his admiration for its architecture, sparked  new excitement within Noah. He had always found solace in the quiet halls of Reaney Hall, but now, with Riley by his side, he saw the mansion in a different light.

"You know, I think that's a fantastic idea," Noah exclaimed, rising from his seat. "Let me give you the grand tour of Reaney Hall. There's so much more to see than just the main rooms. The history, the hidden corners, and the stories that linger in these halls – it's all part of what makes this place special to me."

Riley grinned, appreciating Noah's enthusiasm. "Lead the way, Noah. I'm genuinely intrigued, and getting to explore a mansion with a history like this sounds like a unique experience."

Noah gestured for Riley to follow him, and they left the cozy sitting room to venture deeper into the heart of Reaney Hall. As they walked through ornate corridors adorned with vintage paintings and antique furniture, Noah began to share stories about the mansions past.

"Did you know this mansion was built in the late 19th century by my great-great grandfather?" Noah asked, his voice echoing through the expansive hallway. "Legend has it that there are secret rooms and passages throughout the entire house. Maybe we'll stumble upon some of them during our  exploration."

Riley chuckled, genuinely captivated by Noah's storytelling. " Hidden rooms, really? That sounds like something out of a mystery novel. I'm game – let's see if we can uncover some secrets together."

Noah grinned, taking Riley's hand in his own and when their hands touched, Noah felt a spark between them. As they began the tour, Noah couldn't ignore the feeling of warmth spreading through him. Perhaps this unexpected adventure through the mansion's corridors would lead to more than just ghost stories. Perhaps it would lead to something that neither of them had expected.

 

Chapter Two

Noah led Riley down the hall of the second floor. They passed the landing and began to explore the other end of the massive hallway. It looked somewhat the same as the hall that lead to Noah's rooms though with more furnishings and decorations.

"My mother's rooms are down this way." Noah explained. "And also a few guest rooms." Noah pulled out his phone and began typing something. Riley heard the ding of a text and then Noah quickly slipped the phone back into his pocket. Riley wondered who Noah could have been texting but he didn't want to be rude so he didn't say anything, just continued to follow Noah down the hall.

"Each bedroom has an attached bath." Noah told Riley, speaking as though he were a tour guide explaining the ins and outs of the house with an uninterested tone. Riley figured that living there his whole life, Noah was probably so used to the house that it didn't seem so grand and amazing to him. To Riley though, it was like something out of a fairy tale. He couldn't even begin to imagine what it would be like living in such a beautiful house, and one so large. He could explore the house for hours, every single day, for a year, and still not see all that it had to offer.

"There isn't much of interest on the second floor. Down stairs is the grand foyer. You would have passed through that when you entered. There's a formal room, which is like a large living room for entertaining guests. We have a small banquet hall that can also be used as a ball room I suppose. It's not really used for anything right now. Mother and I eat in the family dining room most nights. There's a breakfast nook off of the main kitchen and also a family room."

"Main kitchen?" Riley looked up, shocked. "You have more than one kitchen?"

"Yeah." Noah laughed. "The main kitchen is the only one really used anymore. It's where Baxter prepares all our meals. The other kitchen is larger and built for a much bigger staff. It would be used to prepare meals for special occasions and events that required a bit more than what the main kitchen could support. Like I said, we don't really use it anymore. We haven't had cause to in years."

"It's all so...overwhelming." Riley remarked. "How many bedrooms are there?"

"Well, there's the main suite that my mother uses. My rooms and there are twelve guest bedrooms. If you also count the servants rooms, there are twenty in total."

"Only six rooms for the servants? Your staff here must be massive, where do they all sleep?"

"Oh, well Thomas is actually the only one that lives on the grounds. He has his own apartments in the back of the house. Bax, Maggie, our head of housekeeping, and Boyd, my driver, all live in town. We currently only have one maid, Tina, and she lives with her mom, Maggie. Tina's young and doesn't really do that great of a job cleaning but Maggie is training her so I let it slide."

"You only have a staff of five?" Riley asked. "That doesn't seem like enough for this huge house."

"We only clean the rooms we use and since it's just myself and my mother extra staff isn't really needed. The unused areas of the house we keep closed off. There is a pool guy that comes by but we use a pool service for that so he's not really part of the staff."

"You have a pool?" Riley's eyes lit up at the mention of the pool, the staffing issue forgotten.

Noah chuckled. "Yes, we have a pool. There's also a billiards room, a home theater, and a gym complete with sauna. I can show you all that later."

Riley's jaw dropped. "This place really is like a hotel." He said, in awe. "I feel like Annie the first time she entered Daddy Warbuck's Mansion, like I should grab a mop and bucket."

Noah laughed warmly at that. "No, Riley. You're not one of my servants and no one in this house will treat you like one. That I can promise you. Now, come on, there's something I want to show you." He took Riley by the hand and carefully led him to the end of the hall where, to Riley's dismay, they encountered yet another stair case.

They really need to invest in some elevators. Riley thought as Noah led him up the steps. My short legs can't take the strain.

***

The stairs were so dimly lit that at first, Riley was worried he'd trip and fall in the dark. To his relief though, Noah flipped a switch on the wall and the sconces that lined the wall immediately came to life, casting a warm, electric glow that lit up the steps just enough for Riley to actually see where it was that he was stepping. As they ascended the stairs, Riley could see that the walls were adorned with more ancient tapestries and portraits. Unlike the paintings in the main foyer, these paintings were of people from different centuries. One in particular stood out to Riley and he stopped to have a better look.

It was the portrait of a stern-faced man with dark hair and a sullen expression. His clothes were dark, as were his brooding eyes. Riley guessed that the man was either extremely sad or extremely angry.

"That's Lord Callum Beaumont." Noah explained. "A very distant relative. My great-grandfather apparently found that painting, and many others, in an old crate that was sent here from England. Not much is known about the Beaumont's. Lady Adelia, his wife, died in child birth. She was only eighteen at the time. That's her there." Noah pointed to the portrait beside Lord Beaumont's painting.

The woman on the canvas looked forlorn and sickly but, underneath, Riley could still see the beauty that refused to fade though her spirit had darkened her lovely eyes. Riley couldn't help but stare into her eyes. They were captivating, almost hypnotic. It seemed as though she held a secret in those eyes that had survived, even centuries after her death.

"She looks so sad." Riley remarked of the woman in the painting. "Was it an unhappy marriage?"

Noah shrugged. "She was sixteen when they married. He was thirty-two. I don't imagine that she had much of a choice in the matter." Noah looked to Riley and Riley didn't miss the look of regret and empathy in Noah's eyes. "My understanding was that she was an omega, like you. In those days, omegas, as well as women in general, were treated as property and had very few if any rights."

"Not much has changed." Riley said, sighing in frustration. "At least not for omegas."

Noah took Riley's hand once more and smiled down at him. "In this house, an omega is equal to an alpha. At least as far as I'm concerned."

Riley blushed, giving Noah's hand a gentle squeeze. "Thank you for saying that." He whispered.

"There's no need to thank me, Riley. No one should be made to feel inferior, no matter who they are."

Riley nodded, fighting back the urge to say 'thank you' for a second time. It was something that was just in him to do. Always the obedient and submissive little omega, polite, and eager to please. He hated that he actually possessed those traits and did his best to suppress them. Every once in a while they would come creeping back to the surface especially in the presence of an alpha and it infuriated Riley. This time though, with Noah, Riley didn't much care. In fact, it gave him a bit of a thrill to please this alpha. Even in the smallest way. Just seeing the way that Noah smiled at him made Riley's skin break out in goosebumps.

The tour continued up the winding staircase, Noah and Riley stopping momentarily while Noah pointed out another painting or tapestry. Noah went into great detail, explaining the history of the mansion. Why it was built, who had all lived there over the years since it was built, and he also relayed a few tales of tragic events that had taken place in the mansion that he was aware of. In all the time he spoke he never mentioned his father though which led Riley to believe that it was still too painful for him to bring up.

Noah did tell of a young boy in the early 1900's who had been trampled by a horse and sadly lost his life. Another person, a maid, in the 1920's had taken her own life by jumping from one of the balconies. It was rumored that she had gotten pregnant and was too ashamed to tell anyone so instead chose death. The most distressing tale though was of the bride who passed away on her wedding night.

Noah told Riley that the girl was only twenty at the time and had married into the Reaney family. They held the wedding right there in the mansion. It was 1942, there was a huge celebration afterward, with hundreds of guests. Happy couples danced the night away and the wine and champagne was never ending. As the party wound down, the bride and groom said goodnight, thanked everyone for coming, and then left to retire for the night.

They were ready to spend the rest of their lives together, already planning their future but, as fate would have it, they did not get their happily ever after. Probably tipsy from too many spirits, the bride ascended the grand and spiraling staircase leading to the second floor. She stumbled, tripped on the hem of her long and luxurious gown, and lost her balance, falling all the way down to the last step. Her neck was broken in the fall and she had died instantly.

Her groom sunk into a deep depression afterward and locked himself away in his rooms. He refused food and drink, and within a year, he too had lost his life. Noah was unsure if the man had simply wasted away or had actually taken his own life but it was said that he'd died of a broken heart, unable to go on living without his true love.

"It's a romantic story." Riley said. "Tragic but still romantic. I just don't know if I believe that someone can actually die of a broken heart."

"I would." Noah said suddenly. "If I loved someone that much and they died, I don't think I could go on without them. I've lost so much already. My heart can't take anymore. I'm barely holding on as it is."

"I used to feel that way." Riley admitted. "But, there were so many people that expected me to just curl up in a corner and give up that I became determined to prove them wrong. I would survive, and show them all how strong I really was."

"I'm glad you decided to fight." Noah told him. "And I can already see how strong you are. I don't think other omegas in your situation would have made it as far as you have on your own."

"What?" Riley laughed bitterly. "Cleaning motel rooms for scraps? I don't think I've made it that far. I haven't made it anywhere."

Noah smirked. "Not true, you made it here."

***

They had finally reached the third floor. Noah stopped before a large set of double doors. The wood doors were massive, dark, and warped with age. The space beyond seemed to emanate a palpable sense of dread.

"We keep this part of the house closed off." Noah explained. "The staff refuse to even come near the third floor."

"Why is that?" Riley asked, his sense of curiosity growing.

"This is the part of the house where most of the activity is centered." Noah told him.

"Activity? Like paranormal activity?" Riley asked with a slight snicker, skeptical about the whole thing.

Noah nodded, giving Riley a playful wink. "I told you the house is haunted."

"Okay, so let's say I believe you, not that I one-hundred percent do, but if I did, what kinds of things have people witnessed?"

Noah thought for a moment, recalling what different staff have told him over the years. Thomas was never a big believer in ghosts but he did like to weave spooky tales of ghostly apparitions haunting the corridors of Reaney Hall though it was all in good fun. Those stories had intrigued Noah more than anything.

"Footsteps." He said, finally. "Hearing voices when there's no one there. A couple of people have felt cold spots and drafts when all the windows had been securely shut and locked. One maid even claimed that someone on the third floor pushed her though I'm fairly certain that she snuck up here to smoke weed and got paranoid after hearing all the ghost stories. Who knows for sure though."

"What about you?" Riley asked. "What kinds of things have you experienced?"

"Not much, other than the occasional creek or knock though there was this time when I was a kid..." Noah paused for a moment as he called up old memories that he'd nearly forgotten about. "I'm not even really sure what I saw, or if it was even real."

"What happened?" Riley watched Noah with a mix of curiosity and trepidation. Noah pushed the doors open and led Riley into the dark hall ahead. Riley's heart sped up. He didn't know why. It wasn't like he actually believed in ghosts or anything supernatural but, the excitement of being there, with Noah, in a part of the mansion that others dared not enter was too exhilarating to ignore. Noah stopped outside a room that Riley suspected had been closed off for years.

"This is it." Noah told him. "This is where I saw her."

"Her?" Riley questioned.

Noah slowly pushed the door open, pausing at the threshold. "This is the room where I had the most terrifying encounter of my life."

Riley stepped into the room, Noah walking in slowly behind him. The room appeared to be some sort of sitting room, maybe a small library or study. Riley wasn't too sure. The first thing he noticed though was that the room seemed frozen in time. Dust-covered furniture draped in ghostly sheets filled the space. The shelves along the walls were lined with ancient books and faded manuscripts. Cobwebs clung to the ceiling and in every corner. Dust from the old, hard wood floor, billowed into the air as Riley moved further into the room. The air around them was thick with an unsettling stillness.

It was obvious that no one had set foot in that room in years. Possibly not since the last time that Noah himself had been there. The books remained unread, the chairs unused. Everything inside the room had been left undisturbed for so long that the room looked more like what one would find in an abandoned house rather than the stately mansion that was Reaney Hall.

Scanning the room, Riley's eyes were immediately drawn to a baby grand piano sitting under a thick layer of dust and cobwebs. "It's beautiful." Riley said, almost in a whisper.

"It is." Noah agreed. "And terrifying."

Riley looked to Noah for clarification.

"I was ten." Noah began. "Charlie and I were playing hide-and-seek. I knew the third floor was off limits but I was curious and a little mischievous. Besides, it was the perfect place to hide. I crouched down behind that antique wardrobe there, across from the piano. I wasn't there more than a minute when I heard something. It was music. A soft, haunting, melody, like a lullaby. The music filled the room and stirred my curiosity. I couldn't understand why anyone would be in that room. Not even my mother would enter the third floor. I peeked out to see who was there and what I saw made my blood run cold."

Noah paused, his gaze fixed on the piano, lost in the memory of his youth. What he had seen that day now fresh in his mind and with it, the emotions he'd felt that day came flooding back. He'd forgotten what it had been like, how terrified he had been. Returning to the place where he'd first encountered the apparition though had brought all those long buried memories to the surface once more.

"There was a woman, her face obscured by shadows. She was sitting at the piano, dressed in a dull grey gown from the 19th century, maybe earlier. Her hair was jet black and wound into a bun on the back of her head. I remember seeing her fingers, so white they were nearly transparent. They moved gracefully along the keys as though she were playing yet the keys themselves never moved. The music and the woman making it, were like a memory, an echo from the past, come alive once more.

She was here but not, stuck somewhere between. I don't think she was even aware of me being in the room with her. She was to focused on her playing. Just seeing her there scared me so much that I ran from the room and never went back. Not until now. I've avoided this room ever since, scared of what I might find if I ever came back."

Riley didn't know what to think. He still didn't believe in ghosts but Noah seemed so sincere. It was obvious that he believed and it had frightened him terribly. "Have you ever told anyone else about what you saw? Besides me I mean."

"Not a soul." Noah told him. "I've never really had anyone that I could talk to about this kind of thing. Charlie was too young at the time, it would only have scared him. Mother would have reprimanded me for going to the third floor, and Thomas, well, he's a skeptic. He would have told me that the whole encounter had been in my head."

"So, your ghost hunting you pretty much just keep to yourself?"

"Pretty much." Noah shoved his hands into his pockets and shuffled his feet nervously. "I live a pretty lonely life. Aside from my business dealings which are almost always online, I don't really interact with that many people. I suppose that's why I joined the chat the day we met. It was completely by random. I'd had a pretty bad day. Had fought with my mother earlier and well, I just needed someone to talk to I suppose. I needed someplace where I was free to speak my mind, discuss my feelings and not have to worry about feeling judged or being constantly scrutinized."

"I totally understand what you mean." Riley admitted. "I feel like that a lot myself. The only real friend I've ever had left for college so I've pretty much been alone since then. Hell, there are times when I strike up conversations with random strangers just for some human interaction so, I do know where you're coming from."

"Is that why you joined the chat?" Noah asked him.

Riley's eyes darted away from Noah as Noah's question lingered in the air. He fidgeted nervously with the drawstring of his hoodie. He hesitated before answering, pursing  his lips, then he let out an uneasy breath. The room around him seemed to close in as he grappled with the vulnerability of the truth. Avoiding eye contact, Riley's gaze fixed on a point just beyond Noah. His shoulders tensed with worry. The awkward silence stretched further as he wrestled with the words he needed to speak. A forced chuckled escaped him, a feeble attempt to mask his discomfort.

"Oh, well, to be perfectly honest, the survivors chat wasn't the first chat I'd joined." Riley rubbed at the back of his neck as he spoke. His eyes remained focused on the room, anywhere in the room but on the man standing before him. Riley had known that the subject would come up eventually. He just wasn't sure how to explain himself in a way that didn't make him sound like some gold-digging whore. Honestly, that wasn't his intention at all. He didn't care about Noah's money and he hadn't been looking for a rich meal ticket. Just a companion. Someone to help him, care for him, and maybe one day, love him.

In the end, he decided that just being honest would be the best approach. He had nothing to hide after all. His actions weren't criminal just slightly pathetic and desperate. "When I first joined the site, I had gone into a few singles and dating rooms. I know how that sounds but I was becoming desperate. I've tried so hard to make it on my own but it seemed like every door that I knocked on was slammed in my face. Since leaving foster care I've moved around from place to place. I've stayed in a homeless shelter, an omega boarding house, and even slept on park benches. Once I slept in a 24 hour laundry mat just to get out of the cold.

I was lucky to find a job cleaning rooms at the motel and they did let me stay there at half price but the pay is shit and well, I'm just sick of living that way. I've always told myself that I didn't need an alpha to take care of me but now, I'm not so sure. Our society makes it nearly impossible for an omega to make it on their own and live independently. At least while making an honest living and I refuse to turn to crime or prostitution. If I give myself over to an alpha it's going to be for the right reasons and on my terms. That's why I won't use a mating house. I want the choice of who I mate with, when, and why.

And, I assure you, my choices were out of the need to survive, not greed. I wasn't looking to take advantage of anyone. I just wanted someone that could get me off the streets and give me a decent kind of life. The kind I would have had if my parents hadn't been killed." Riley took a deep breath then looked up, trying to gage Noah's reaction to his confession. Would he hate Riley now? Would he throw him out of his house? Riley's hands shook and his heart beat frantically in his chest but he did his best to maintain his composure. Whatever happened, at least he'd been honest about his intentions. If they did move forward then they could do so without any secrets between them.

"You probably think I'm a terrible person now. I wouldn't blame you if you did. I wasn't exactly up front with you when we started talking. I just want you to know that when I joined the survivors chat room, it wasn't with the intention of meeting anyone for anything romantic. At that point, I'd had enough of the singles and dating rooms. All the guys in those rooms were just looking for casual hook-ups. It was all about sex and that wasn't was I was looking for. I mean, yeah, maybe at some point. What I wanted was something long term. I wanted to get to know the guy first and then move on from there. None of the alpha in those rooms were interested in a long term relationship and I was just about ready to give up completely.

Seriously, I was about to log out and delete my account when I found the survivors chat and decided to check it out. I didn't even know if I belonged there, really. I've never survived a huge accident or personal tragedy. I've survived my parents death but I wasn't in the car with them or anything. I don't even remember much about that night. I was only five. I guess that kind of makes me a survivor, in a way. But anyway, I just went in there because I was feeling alone and wanted to connect with someone. And I met you. You were so sweet, so kind, and I felt we kind of had a connection. Whether I was an actual survivor or not, we've both had tragedy in our lives."

Riley kept his eyes focused on Noah now and waited, with bated breath, for Noah to speak. Noah's expression was soft and without judgment of any kind. In fact, he looked a little sad. Riley felt a pang of regret. He never wanted to be the one to make Noah sad. He never wanted to be the cause of the alpha's unhappiness. Seeing the sorrowful look in his eyes now broke Riley's heart. He just prayed that he hadn't been the one to break Noah's.

Noah let out a deep breath then looked deep into Riley's eyes. "You are a survivor, Riley." He said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "You've survived losing your parents, being moved from one foster home after another. You've survived a broken system, mistreatment by those meant to care for you, prejudice, homelessness, and probably so much more. In your life you've had to do things to survive that I don't think even I could have done. And no, I do not think you're a terrible person. I think you're a fighter. I think you're the strongest and bravest man that I have ever known because you endure. Whatever life throws at you, you endure. That takes a very strong will and great determination."

Riley's eyes widened, a mix of surprise and gratitude washing over his face. His breath caught in his throat, and his chest became tight with emotion. For the moment, he was left speechless as the weight of Noah's words sunk in. A single tear slipped down Riley's cheek and he quickly wiped it away as a soft smile formed on his lips. He couldn't believe what he had just heard, and coming from an alpha. Noah was so very different from any alpha that Riley had met before. He was caring, understanding, and patient in a way that Riley hadn't thought even possible.

The shame and uncertainty he'd felt only a moment ago was all but gone now. Noah understood Riley in a way that no one ever had before. He understood him, and accepted him for who he was.

"You forgive me then?" Riley asked, his voice shaky. "For not being up front with you?"

"Riley, there's nothing to forgive. Do you really think that I would fault you for trying to make a better life for yourself? If anything, I admire you more now. Your determination to control your own life is not something many omegas have. I love that you're your own man. Personally, I can't stand people who just blindly follow orders and do as they're told without question. Even Thomas questions me from time to time. That's why I trust him as much as I do."

"That's surprising." Riley grinned. "Don't most alphas prefer to be in charge?"

Noah shrugged. "You can be in charge without being an asshole."

"True." Riley agreed. "I Guess I've just met too many assholes in my life."

That made Noah chuckle. "Good thing you found me then," He said with a playful wink, making Riley blush.

"Yeah." Riley said, giving Noah a shy smile. "Maybe it was meant to be."

Noah raised an eyebrow, looking the smaller man over, he smiled warmly and nodded. "Maybe it was."

Chapter Three

Riley couldn't believe his eyes. It made sense now, who Noah was texting when they first began their tour. While they were gone, Thomas had entered Noah's room and set up an elaborate feast. At least, it was a feast to Riley. A small table, just big enough for two had been placed in the middle of the seating area and with it two straight back chairs. Each one sitting across from the other. Plates, silverware, and wine glasses had been placed on the table and in the center, a single red rose. Riley remembered Noah asking him over the phone once what his favorite flower was. Riley was surprised that he remembered. That was nearly a month ago.

Beside the table was a severing cart that, to Riley's surprise, held a large pizza box, a bowl of potato chips, and a bowl of ice with various bottles of different types of drinks chilling within the ice.  The room was also lit by several candles that had been placed on the end tables and window sill.

"I didn't know what you liked." Noah explained as they entered the room and Riley stared in awe at the food before him. "So I had Thomas fill the ice bucket with a sampling of different beverages."

"I...uh...wow." Was all Riley could manage at the moment. He had to close his mouth to keep from drooling. It was all so much, so generous, and not anything near what Riley had expected when returning to Noah's room.

Noah chuckled at Riley's inability to form words then walked to the table and pulled out one of the chairs for Riley. "Sit." He said with a slight grin. "Before you faint from shock."

Riley did as he was told, sitting down in the offered chair. Noah joined him at the table and looked across to Riley. "What do you drink?" Noah asked him.

Riley glanced to the assortment of drinks in the bucket. "Mountain Dew." He said quickly.

Noah grabbed a bottle of soda for Riley and a beer for himself then proceeded to pour each into their respective wine glasses. Riley had to suppress a giggle as he watched Noah fill their glasses. He definitely had not been expecting such treatment but the mixture of elegance and commonality was just too perfect. It was as though Noah had brought their two worlds together and found a perfect balance between them.

Riley thanked Noah then picked up his glass and sipped the ice cold liquid inside. He never thought a simple soda could taste so good but drinking it from a wine glass almost seemed to enhance the flavor. Noah then turned back to the serving cart and opened the pizza box. The aroma immediately filled the air and Riley took a deep breath, inhaling the delicious scent. The food was exactly how Riley had told Noah he liked it, even down to the crust, stuffed with melted cheese.

Riley's mouth watered as he stared at the pizza. It was loaded down with cheese, extra pepperoni, and tons of mushrooms. Noah had really gone all out. He'd even ordered garlic bread sticks and chicken wings with a variety of dipping sauces. Riley was in awe of the food and deeply touched that Noah had gone to all this trouble just for him.

"Pizza, a rose, mountain dew chilled to perfection?" Riley teased. "Why, Mr. Reaney, are you trying to sweep me off my feet with your masterful culinary skills?"

"More like luring you in with the scent of forbidden pizza." Noah smirked, "And all the credit goes to Thomas. He's a wizard when it comes to ordering food."

"So, is this like our first date? Candlelight and stuffed crust?" Riley asked, taking on a playful and flirty tone.

Noah raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Are you complaining?"

Riley grabbed a slice of pizza and took a huge bite. He nearly moaned as the melted cheese touched his lips and his eyes lit up with delight. Riley was in heaven and Noah watched, an amused look on his face, as Riley chewed slowly, savoring the taste and appreciating every bite of the fluffy crust, savory sauce, and the perfect balance of toppings.

"Definitely not complaining." Riley mumbled through a mouthful of pizza. "Seriously though, you didn't need to do all this Noah, it's too much."

"I know I didn't have to." Noah said, taking a swig of his beer. "I did it because I wanted to. I figured you'd appreciate something more than just tuna fish and frozen pizza."

"And I do appreciate it." Riley said as he took another bite of his food. "I appreciate everything you've done here. The rose, the candles, the delicious food and, of course, the company. It's a dream come true."

Noah chuckled a bit. "I'm sure you've been on more romantic dates. This, unfortunately was the best I could do on short notice."

"It's perfect." Riley told Noah, looking deeply into the alphas eye's. It's the most romantic thing that anyone has ever done for me. And, I've only ever been on one other date. It didn't go well."

"Really?" Noah picked up a slice of pizza and put it on his plate but he didn't eat. All of his attention was on Riley. "So, what happened that made the date so bad? Did the guy have bad breath or something?"

"No." Riley chuckled. "Nothing like that. He was just a grade-A jerk. Okay so, for starters, he was totally full of himself. For our 'date' he took me to a Wendy's drive through. After we ordered it turned out that he didn't have enough money so he canceled my food and only bought food for himself."

Noah stared at Riley, his eyes wide. "Are you serious?"

"Oh, it gets better." Riley laughed. "He still didn't have enough money so he had to borrow two dollars from me to pay for his food. I could have bought something for myself but I only had two dollars to my name so I just handed it over and let him get his food. After that we went back to my room at the omega boarding house to watch a movie. The entire time we were there he complained about how small my room was, that I didn't have great choices in movies, and also because I had no beer or soda. He had to drink water. I also didn't have any snacks other than peanut butter and saltines."

Riley rolled his eyes as he thought back to the events of the night. He could laugh about it now but at the time he had been pretty upset by the entire thing. "If all that wasn't bad enough, he spent half the night talking about himself. What a great catch he was, how he could have any omega that he wanted, and how lucky I was that he chose to take me out. When he wasn't talking about himself he was talking about his truck. The guy was really hung up on his truck.

By the time the movie was over I was ready to throw the guy out. Of course he thought that he was such a gift to omegas that I would immediately rip my clothes off and jump on the bed, ready for him. He was pretty pissed when he found out that I had other plans. He said that had he known I wasn't going to put out he wouldn't have wasted his time on me. I told him that we wasted each others time then I shoved him out into the hallway, shut and locked my door."

"I bet that hurt his ego." Noah laughed. "Sounds like you dodged a bullet with that guy though. He sounds like the kind of guy that would just use you for sex and then move on."

Riley nodded. "I think you're right about that. Luckily, I never saw him again. Never did get my two bucks back though."

"I'd say the two dollars was worth it just to get him out of your room." Both laughed at that and Riley agreed. "I'd have paid twice that just to never see his stupid face again."

Noah raised an eyebrow and chuckled. "Four dollars? You big spender you."

"I've talked with a few other guys online." Riley said after taking another sip of his soda. "I never did meet any of them in person though. I could tell right away that they weren't what was a looking for."

Noah set his glass of beer down and looked across the table to Riley, his expression more serious now. "While we're on the subject, what are you looking for? And please, you can be honest with me, Riley. I'm not going to judge you or think badly of you, I just want to know your mind and what it is you want out of a relationship."

Riley paused for a moment. Looking down at his place setting, he began to run his finger along the edge of the plate. When he looked back up and again met Noah's gaze, his expression had become as serious as Noah's. Riley was disappointed to see the mood of their conversation change so suddenly but he also knew that this was a discussion they needed to have. 

"Well," Riley began, "I suppose I want what most people want. I want someone to share my life with. Someone to be there through all my ups and downs. I want a partner, someone I can build a future with. I want a family, maybe kids someday. I want...I want to be loved and cared for and I want someone that I can love and care for in return."

Noah sat silently, listening as Riley spoke. He was genuinely interested in what Riley had to say but there was also a hint of concern in Noah's eyes.

"That really sounds amazing, Riley. And yes, I would suppose that most people do want a family and a partner in life but what about financial security? Isn't that what you're really looking for? You said earlier that you wanted someone who could give you a decent life, keep you from having to sleep on the streets. It seems to me that money would be a huge factor in whether you chose to pursue a relationship with someone."

"But not a deciding factor." Riley took another drink from his glass, slowly, as he considered his next words. "I do want stability, I won't lie, but it's not the only thing I'm looking for. Honestly, I don't care if my future mate makes a lot of money or not. He can be a short order cook for all I care. I can work outside the home if I had to and actually prefer to. I like earning my own way. It's nice to have money and not worry about things like rent and food but money isn't the most important thing in a relationship. What I really want is a connection, a genuine bond with someone who accepts me and loves me for who I am. I want a partner in life, not a benefactor."

Noah listened carefully as Riley answered his concerns. A thoughtful look crossed his face as he considered all that Riley had said. He didn't really think that Riley was after anyone's money. Riley didn't seem the type but Noah did want to hear Riley say it himself, as confirmation. Listening to Riley now, any doubts that Noah might have had about him were quickly laid to rest. What's more, the things that Riley wanted were exactly what Noah had been looking for as well. He may not have gone into a chat room looking for a mate as Riley had done but the subject had been on Noah's mind for quite some time.

Noah wanted the same things that Riley wanted. He had money but what good was money, and a fancy house, when you had no one to share it with? Thomas had thought Noah was crazy for inviting Riley to Reaney Hall but there was just something that Noah saw in Riley that perhaps others did not. Now, he was glad that he'd taken the chance on the young man. It seemed that both men were on the same page. Noah just had to figure out where to go from here. One thing was certain. He didn't want to lose Riley, he really felt a connection to the omega and had enjoyed their time together very much. He just didn't know if Riley felt the same way about him.

"I appreciate your honesty." Noah said. "And, if I'm being honest too, I've been thinking about similar things. I've got money but it's not enough to make me happy. I want more. I want to be with someone who sees me for me, not my family name, and not my wealth. I want someone that can look past all of that and past my eccentricities and see the real me hidden beneath. I want a real connection to someone. Like you said, someone I can build a future with. I want love and happiness and those are things that money can not buy."

Riley smiled, feeling the tension leave his shoulders as he looked across the table at Noah and saw the sincerity on the alpha's handsome face. "Sounds like we want the same things." He said.

Noah nodded. "Indeed. The question is, where do we go from here?"

"I suppose that depends." Riley told him.

"On?"

"On whether or not you potentially see me as that 'someone.' I know there are plenty of men or even women who would jump at the chance to be with you. Most of them are probably better suited for you than a down-on-his-luck omega living in a crappy motel room." Riley glanced over at the grey duffel bag sitting against the wall by the door. "Everything I own is in that bag." He explained. "When I leave here tonight I'll either end up back at the motel or sleeping on a bench somewhere. I have nothing, and I come from nothing. I do really like you Noah and I would love to see where this relationship leads but, well, I'm just afraid that I'm not good enough for you."

Noah leaned forward then reached out across the table and took Riley's hand. "Riley, Listen to me. Your worth is not measured by what you have or don't have. I enjoy our time together and that's all that matters to me. The past three months that we've been talking, have been the happiest that I've felt in a very long time. It's why I wanted to finally meet you in person. I care about you and I feel that we have a real connection. I'd like to see how this relationship develops as well but I also want to make sure we're both comfortable with how we proceed."

"I don't want to be a burden." Riley said. He looked down to the hand holding his own. If he walked away from Noah now, he knew that he'd regret it for the rest of his life. There was something, deep inside, that told him this was it. Noah was the one he'd been searching for. He wanted so badly to give this relationship a chance, he just wasn't sure that he belonged in Noah's world. "You deserve someone who can match your lifestyle Noah. Not poor, white, trash."

Noah frowned. "Firstly, never refer to yourself as white trash again. Secondly, I deserve someone who makes me happy, and so do you. And thirdly, you are not a burden. I care about you, and what happens to you. I want you in my life, in whatever capacity you're comfortable with. So, let's just try and figure this out together, okay? Maybe we can find a middle ground here."

Riley looked up, narrowing his eyes a bit as he tried to figure out exactly what Noah was saying. "What do you mean?"

"Well, for starters, I don't want you going back to that motel. It's not safe. And, I certainly don't want you sleeping on a park bench. So, how about you stay here tonight? We can figure out the rest as we go along. And as for our relationship, we'll take it one step at a time. No rush, no pressure."

Riley looked up with fresh tears forming in his eyes. He wasn't sure if he'd actually heard Noah correctly but then the look on Noah's face told Riley that he had, he just couldn't believe it. "You...you would do that for me?" Riley asked.

Noah smiled and gave Riley's hand a gentle squeeze. "Of course. Riley, I want us to be open and honest with each other so if this is something you're not comfortable with just let me know and I can make other arrangements for you. But, I think we may have the start to something special here and I'm willing to try and make it work."

"I'd like to try as well." Riley told him. "I just hope I don't disappoint."

"I don't think that's even possible." Noah said. "Riley, seriously, you're a breath of fresh air and yeah, we come from different backgrounds but maybe that's exactly what I need. I'm around rich snobs with overinflated egos all the time. I like that you're so down to earth. I like that you speak your mind and you're not afraid to be yourself. You're real and genuine and I really appreciate that about you."

Riley blushed and smiled warmly at Noah. "Alright." He said after carefully considering Noah's offer. "It is getting late and I really wasn't looking forward to sleeping on a bench tonight. I'll stay the night, if you're sure it's okay."

Noah shrugged." It's my house." He said, giving Riley a mischievous wink. "What I say goes."

"Oh really?" Riley grinned playfully as he wiped the tears from his eyes. "Is that supposed to impress me?"

"I don't know." Noah laughed. "Are you impressed?"

"Not one bit." He picked up his half eaten slice of pizza and before stuffing it in his mouth said, "I am hungry though."

"Eat up." Noah laughed. "Afterward we can watch a movie if you want. I'll even let you pick."

"Oh, then I want it to be a sappy love story." Riley said, unable to hide his amusement.

"You got it." Noah said. He then grabbed a few wings and some dipping sauce while Riley took another slice of pizza. The pizza on Noah's plate had already gone cold but he didn't mind. Sharing the meal with Riley in the privacy of his room was worth the room temperature pizza.

Their first meeting had gone better than either of them had hoped. Noah knew that when Riley had first entered the car with Boyd that he'd been prepared to give up his identity and maybe even his body just for a hot meal and warm bed. Noah hated that they lived in a world where anyone felt that they had to give up their most basic human rights just to survive. Though Riley probably felt that he would be better off living as someone's property than living on the streets. Noah was determined to change that though, at least for one small omega. Noah wanted an equal partner, a companion, and a friend, not a pet. And Riley deserved so much more. He deserved some happiness for once in his life.

Noah wasn't sure if their relationship would ever develop into anything romantic but he was hopeful. If nothing else, they had at least started to form the bonds of a strong friendship and maybe, that was something that both of them so desperately needed.

Chapter Four

Riley woke up slowly, the morning light filtering through the curtains and casting a warm glow across Noah's bedroom. Blinking the sleep away, Riley stretched his limbs and yawned. The feel of his sleep pants and the soft T-shirt he wore brought back the memory of the previous night. Riley had thought they were going to Noah's home theater to watch the movie but he was wrong. Noah opened what Riley had assumed was a large wardrobe only to discover that it was actually Noah's home entertainment center, complete with a 75 inch flat screen television.

Riley stared at the thing in awe. It was twice the size of the ancient dinosaurs the motel had and nicer than any TV that Riley had ever seen in his life. Noah had it set up to stream movies so Riley could choose pretty much anything he wanted. He searched through many titles before settling on the sappiest romcom he could find.

Riley had changed into his sleep wear for added comfort and then he and Noah snuggled up on Noah's couch and ate popcorn while watching the movie. There were a lot of funny moments that Noah seemed to enjoy and a few tearjerkers that had Riley sniffling into a handkerchief. By the time the credits began to roll, Riley had fallen asleep with his head on Noah's shoulder. It was the perfect end to an even more perfect day.

Riley didn't remember getting off the couch so he assumed that Noah had been the one to put him to bed. He expected to see Noah sleeping on the bed next to him but when he looked around, Noah was no where to be found. His curiosity piqued, Riley padded over to the sitting area where he noticed the neatly arranged sofa with a blanket and a pillow. So, Noah had apparently slept the night on the couch. Confusion settled on Riley's face as he wondered why Noah hadn't joined him in the bed.

Riley wasn't ready for anything physical yet but a little late night cuddling would have been nice.

With a slight frown, Riley made his way over to his duffel bag near the door. He stooped down and began to rummage through it, looking for his toothbrush, when he noticed that the bedroom door was slightly ajar. Voices drifted in from the hall and one of the voices Riley recognized as being Noah's. Noah was arguing with a woman whom Riley assumed to be Noah's mother, Lilian. Riley paused, listening intently though he knew he shouldn't however, curiosity had gotten the better of him.

"He's just some bum, a nobody looking for a handout." Came the sharp voice of Noah's mother.

Riley's heart sank hearing the words that were so obviously about him. "He's just using you, Noah! You can't seriously be considering letting him stay here. He'll be nothing but a burden. Mark my words, people like him take and take until there's nothing left. He'll break you and then he'll be gone, moving on to the next fool stupid enough to believe his lies."

"I am letting him stay here. For as long as he he needs. And, he's not using me. He isn't like that, Riley is a good person." Noah tried to defend Riley but his mother wasn't backing down. "Look, he's been through a lot, just like me. He lost his parents, he's alone in the world and, well, I feel like we have a real connection. Besides, he makes me happy."

Lilian huffed and while Riley couldn't see her face he could almost hear her eyes roll. "Did you sleep with him?" She questioned Noah, the bite in her words painfully clear.

Riley held his breath as he waited to hear Noah's response. Of course, Riley already knew the answer but he wanted to hear how Noah would handle his mother's invasive question.

"Not that it's any of your business, but no, we did not sleep together." Noah told her, a hint of frustration in his voice.

Riley couldn't bear to hear more. He retreated to the bathroom and closed the door behind him. Riley's stomach twisted with guilt as Lilian's words echoed in his mind. He hadn't meant to eavesdrop but now he couldn't get the conversation he'd heard out of his mind. Feeling dejected, he stared into the mirror, his troubled reflection staring back at him. He had to wonder, was Lilian right? Would Riley just end up becoming a burden to Noah?

That wasn't what Riley wanted. He never planned to use Noah for his money and he wasn't looking for a handout but Lilian was right about one thing, Riley was a no body. He had absolutely nothing to bring to this relationship, he didn't even know what Noah actually saw in him.

"What are you doing here?" Riley asked his reflection though it could give him no advice. He sighed. "You don't belong here. Noah deserves better."

Riley hung his head, no longer able to look himself in the eye. What was he supposed to do now? He cared about Noah, a lot, but there was just no way that this was going to work. They were just too different. They came from different worlds, different backgrounds, and Riley was an omega. There was no way that Noah's family would ever accept Riley. It just wasn't possible.

Riley was startled out of his thoughts by a knock at the door. He turned to see Noah's concerned face looking at him through a crack in the door.

"Riley?" Noah asked softly. "Are you okay? Do you need anything?"

Riley hesitated before speaking, his voice quiet. "I'm good." He said, forcing a smile. "Is it okay if I use your shower?"

Noah's brow furrowed in confusion but he nodded. "Of course, take your time. There are clean towels and wash cloths in the cupboard by the sink."

Riley thanked him then slowly pushed the door the rest of the way closed so he could undress. Walking to the shower, Riley was amazed at what he saw. Sleek, frosted glass walls towered above him. The floor of the shower was made of white marble and was heated to a comfortable temperature. The shower itself was a masterpiece of modern design. A rainfall shower head, plated in gleaming chrome, extended from the ceiling. Surrounding the shower space were multiple body jets embedded in the walls.

Riley had never seen body jets in a shower before but he could just imagine what it felt like, standing under the shower head while the jets massaged his body from different angles. He was a bit put off at first by the controls. The touch-sensitive panels and polished metal looked more like a console in a spaceship than a shower. Riley hesitated for a moment, then tentatively began adjusting the water to the perfect temperature. He decided that if this was going to be his one and only chance to use a shower like this then he might as well indulge himself. 

As the water began to flow, Riley couldn't help but think of all the times Noah must have stood, naked, inside this marvel of a shower. Riley could even detect the faintest scent of the expensive shower gel that still lingered in the air. Had Noah showered earlier, while Riley was asleep? He wondered. An image of Noah standing in the shower suddenly popped into Riley's mind and he smiled. He suddenly found himself wondering what it would be like to shower with the man, to have their naked bodies pressed against each other in an intimate embrace beneath a cascade of water that mimicked the soothing patter of rain.

Riley stepped under the waterfall-like stream. He could feel himself relax under the droplets of water falling from above. The spacious shower was large enough for two and again he pictured Noah, standing before him in all his glory. Riley closed his eyes and tilted his head back, running his fingers through his hair, imagining it was Noah's hands gripping his hair. He imagined Noah's hands sliding down his body, caressing him, pulling him close as they shared a passionate kiss. Riley let out a soft moan, feeling himself become hard, poised, and ready for something he would never have.

Looking down, Riley sighed, frustrated with himself. He knew it was extremely rude to jerk off in someone else's shower but what choice did he have? It wasn't like he could go back out into the other room sporting a raging hard-on. Riley took himself in hand and began slowly stroking his erect organ. Thoughts of Noah once again filled his mind and he realized suddenly that Noah had probably pleasured himself, more than once, in the very shower that Riley now stood in.

Dirty thoughts of Noah, his cock in his hand, working it frantically, raced through Riley's mind, bringing a smile to his face. He couldn't help his lustful thoughts, Noah was just so gorgeous. There were so many things that Riley could imagine doing to Noah if he'd had the chance. Things he'd only read in books but was willing to experiment with, but only if it was with Noah. No other man ever invoke such strong feelings of desire in him as Noah Reaney had and likely never would. With a pang of regret, Riley realized that his fantasies would remain just that, fantasy. He and Noah were just not meant to be.

As the warm water flowed over his shoulders and down his back, Riley couldn't dismiss the conflicting emotions he felt. His mind replayed the events of the previous day--the romantic pizza dinner, and the connection he felt toward Noah--but then Lilian's words came back to him and once more that familiar feeling of doubt crept in, gnawing at him,whispering that he didn't belong here. Riley turned the water off and stepped out of the shower and onto the thick, fluffy, rug outside. As he grabbed a towel and began to dry himself, a sobering thought entered his mind. "Will I ever belong anywhere?"

***

Riley dressed quickly, brushed his teeth and hair then exited the bathroom, stepping into the sitting room where he found Noah, waiting for him on the couch. Noah was sitting with one arm stretched across the back of the couch and the other resting on the cushioned arm of the couch. One leg he had propped up on his other knee and his head was tilted back against the soft cushions behind him. His eyes were closed and at first it looked like he was sleeping however, his eyes popped open and his head lifted the moment he heard Riley exit the bathroom.

"I'll be out of your hair in just a minute." Riley said, going to his duffel bag to put away his belongings. He paused for a moment, not looking at Noah, and said, "I'll need a ride back to town though, if that's alright. Or at least to the bus stop."

Noah sat forward, watching Riley fiddle with the bag. The look of shock and distress on Noah's face had gone unnoticed by Riley who still refused to look at the man. "You...you want to leave?" Noah asked, his voice full of concern.

Riley sighed, then turned, braving a look at Noah. Uncertainty clouded his pretty features. "I think it would be for the best." He said.

Noah was on his feet in an instant. He crossed the room to stand in front of Riley and the two of them locked eyes. "What's going on, Riley?" Noah asked, his voice tinged with urgency. "I thought everything was going so well, why do you suddenly want to leave?"

Riley found it difficult to meet Noah's gaze but he forced himself not to turn away. The gravity of his decision weighed heavily on his heart. Of course he didn't want to leave. He'd stay with Noah forever if he could. He just didn't want to cause Noah any more trouble than he already had.

"Noah, it's not easy for me to say this because I do really like you, I just don't think this is going to work out between us and I don't want to end up becoming a burden to you, or causing you any trouble."

Noah's eyes softened with understanding. He reached out and took Riley's hand. "You heard what my mother said, didn't you?"

Riley nodded and Noah cursed Lilian under his breath. "I understand her concerns." Riley said. "And, she's right. I am a no body. I don't belong here, you and I both know that."

"No, I don't know that." Noah told him, his voice a bit more stern. "What I do know is that we had fun yesterday. We enjoyed each other's company and we seemed to to be heading in the right direction before my mother opened her big mouth and ruined everything. For me, nothing has changed and I don't give a damn what my mother thinks, I want you here. Her opinion doesn't matter."

"But it does matter." Riley told him. "Her opinion matters because she's your mother, she loves you and only want what's best for you. It's what any mother wants for their children. How can you and I form any kind of meaningful relationship if your mom never accepts me. I don't want to be the reason that your relationship with your mother is strained."

"Riley," Noah sighed heavily then led Riley over to the couch where they both sat down. "My relationship with my mother was strained long before I ever met you. Ever since my father's..." Noah paused, taking a deep breath to calm his nerves before continuing. "Ever since my father's death, my mother has been cold and shut off, even with me. I think it's her way of coping with what happened. She's built a wall around herself so thick that no one can penetrate it and she lets absolutely no one in.  That's how she protects herself and, in her own way, tries to protect me."

"If she's so closed off then there's really no chance that she'll ever accept me. Evan as just your friend. She'll never trust me or see me as anything but a gold digger." Riley diverted his eyes to the carpet so Noah wouldn't see the years that were beginning to form in his eyes. Riley couldn't help it. He'd been so happy the night before but now he felt that happiness being ripped away and it was breaking his heart.

Noah ran a hand through his hair as he watched Riley who was on the verge of breaking down. He placed a comforting hand on Riley's shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. "I don't know if my mother will ever accept you or not. I don't know that she would accept anyone. She's suspicious of everyone, especially new people and given what she's been through, it's understandable. But, I'm not going to let her fears dictate my life. If I did, I'd be alone forever, and that's not what I want."

"I don't want to be alone either but I just feel like we're setting each other up for heartache." Riley wiped at his eyes but still couldn't bring himself to look at Noah and see the hurt in the alpha's eyes.

"Riley, we can't control what others think or feel. There will always be someone, somewhere that doesn't approve, or won't accept one thing or another. That's just how the world is. The important thing is to not allow fear and doubt to control us. I believe in us. I believe in what we have and what we could have later on, and I want to take a chance on us, if you're willing to as well. Let's prove my mother wrong and, maybe, she might come around. If she doesn't that's on her because I refuse to allow her fears to ruin what we've built together so far."

"You really think we can do that?" Riley asked through his tears. "Prove her wrong I mean?"

Noah smiled. "I do. Like I said, I believe in us."

Riley still looked skeptical. He wanted so badly to believe, as Noah did, that they could make it work but there was still the nagging doubt the back of his mind that refused to leave him in peace.

"How about this?" Noah said, putting an arm around Riley's shoulder and pulling him him in, closer. Riley melted against Noah's touch, loving the feel of the man's arm around him, holding him close. "Join me for breakfast. You'll get to meet my mother in person and you'll see that she's not so intimidating. Afterward, if you still want to leave, I'll have Boyd drive you anywhere you want to go."

Riley considered it for a moment then agreed. "Just breakfast." He said, giving Noah a stern look.

Noah grinned. "Just breakfast. Don't worry, I never lock away sexy young men in my tower before noon."

Riley blinked, a teasing smirk playing across his lips. "You think I'm sexy?" He asked.

Noah shook his head and chuckled. "Why do you think I slept on the couch last night?"

***

As Noah and Riley entered the family dinning room, Riley was struck by the grandeur of the room. It reminded him of a fancy restaurant that caters to members only. He couldn't believe how sparkling and clean everything was. It definitely did not have the same lived in look that nearly all of his foster homes had. With so many children running around, the homes he'd stayed in were always a mess. Toys cluttered the hallways, tables and countertops were always sticky, and there was always a sink full of dirty dishes. As soon as one mess was cleaned up another would miraculously appear. It was a never ending job. Riley knew this because most of the time he was the one cleaning up after everyone.

This room though was pristine. Among the antique furniture and mahogany walls, not a single thing was out of the place. The table was set with absolute precision. The floors polished to a blinding shimmer, and all around was the scent of fresh flowers. Even the table cloth was a perfect, stark, white with embroidered roses along the edges. A chandelier even hung from the ceiling above the table, casting a warm, ambient, glow over the room.

Lilian, Noah's mother, sat at the head of the table, an epitome of elegance in her early forties. Her dark hair, flawlessly styled, framed a face that seemed to have defied the passage of time. She was dressed in a tailored, navy blue dress, accentuated by a pearl necklace and matching earrings that gave off a kind of old world charm. Looking at Lilian now, Riley suddenly felt very under dressed in his old and faded blue-jeans and worn out, pale blue, T-shirt. Even his shoes were old and scuffed.

"Mother, this is Riley." Noah introduced with a hesitant smile. "Riley, this is my mother, Lilian, Elizabeth Reaney."

Lilian looked up, appraising Riley carefully, her gaze piercing and cold. She scrunched up her face in disapproval as she stared down her nose at the young man before her. Riley offered his hand which Lilian reluctantly accepted though her shake was weak and lacked enthusiasm. "Riley." She uttered, her tone devoid of warmth. "I've heard so much about you."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Reaney." Riley said, giving her the warmest smile that he could manage.

"Oh, I'm sure." Lilian said, dropping Riley's hand as if merely touching it caused her pain. Her eyes, ever critical moved over him, taking in every detail. Finally she turned her gaze away and began to neatly unfold her napkin, placing it gently in her lap. "Sit, both of you." She ordered. "Tina will be serving breakfast shortly."

Noah pulled out a chair for Riley which Riley graciously accepted. The gesture itself caused Lilian to huff and shake her head. Noah ignored his mother and took the seat next to Riley. Riley found it a bit odd that Noah, being the master of the house and his father's heir, would not be at the head of the table. It seemed that place of honor should be reserved for him, not his mother. Riley decided not to dwell on the seating arrangements too much though, every family had their own rules and traditions and it wasn't Riley's place to question them.

As soon as they were seated, Tina, the maid, glided into the room with a silver tray of fresh orange juice and three steaming cups of coffee that she placed in front of Noah, Lilian, and Riley. Baxter, the cook, followed with a platter of eggs Benedict, crisp bacon, sausage links, English muffins, a tray of assorted fruits, and yogurt. Riley's eyes became as round as saucers when he saw all the food. It was more than he'd eaten in a week.

"Thank you Tina and Baxter." Lilian acknowledged her staff though her voice retained an air of detached politeness.

"Will there be anything else, ma'am?" Tina asked.

"No." Lilian said sternly, "You are dismissed."

Tina gave the woman a quick curtsy then hurried out of the room. Once they were alone again, Lilian turned her attention back to Riley.

"So, Riley. I must say. I was rather shocked to learn of your arrival yesterday. My son apparently forgot to inform me that he'd invited someone to our home."

"I didn't forget." Noah said as he cut into his egg. "I just didn't think it was necessary."

"Do you see how little respect he shows me?" Lilian shook her head, feigning distress. "I hope your parents taught you better. Oh well, I guess they wouldn't have would they? How old were you when they died?"

Riley took a deep breath and tried his best to steady his nerves. "I was five, ma'am." He told her.

"So young." She said, showing mock sympathy. "How dreadful for you. Noah tells me that you grew up in foster care. How was that for you?"

"Mother." Noah shot Lilian a disapproving scowl.

"It's okay." Riley said, giving Noah a weak smile. "The foster families that I was placed with weren't that bad. I've heard some real horror stories from other kids about abusive families. I was never abused. I had a bed, three meals a day, and a roof over my head. It could have been worse."

Lilian sipped her coffee as she listened to Riley talk. "I can't imagine much worse than that." She said, setting her cup back down. "Being a burden to some poor family and a drain on the government.  Well, I suppose it was better than being homeless. You should count yourself lucky that anyone was even willing to take you in, being an omega I mean. There can't have been many couples that charitable."

"It wasn't charity." Riley told her. "Each family I was with got an allowance for keeping me and I also did a lot of the house work and cooking for the families."

"Well good for you." Lilian smiled smugly at him. "Those are valuable skills for someone in your situation to have. I'm sure your foster family was just preparing you for the future. If your unsuccessful in finding a suitable mate then at least you have a career in the service industry to fall back on."

Noah's eyes flashed with a hint of irritation as he glared at his mother. "Riley is an amazing person, Mother. He isn't a burden or a drain on anything and he has more skills than just cooking and cleaning."

"Really?" Lilian folded her hands on the top of the table and leaned forward, looking directly at Riley. Her scrutinizing stare made him a bit nervous and he lowered his eyes to the food on his plate that had so far, remained untouched. "Do tell, Riley. What amazing skills do you possess?"

Riley shrugged some. "It's nothing really. Just something I dabble in."

"Don't be so modest, Riley. You should be proud of your work." Noah turned to look at his mother, meeting her smug expression with one his own. "Riley is skilled in photography as well as graphic design. He makes stunning visual art that really brings his stories to life. He's quite talented."

"Yes, I'm sure he is very talented but, what good will art skills do for him? He can't make a living making silly pictures on a computer. Who would ever hire an omega?"

"You know, a mentality like yours is why omegas find it so hard to succeed in our society." Noah stabbed a piece of sausage furiously with his fork as he stared at his mother, his eyes boring into her. "Maybe if more people were willing to give them a chance there wouldn't be so many omegas living on the streets or turning to crime just to survive. People complain all the time about rising crime rates and homelessness but no one wants to do anything to help solve the problem."

Lilian scoffed, dismissing Noah's concerns. "I'm just being practical here. This is the world we live in, Noah. Omegas will never have the same opportunities as alphas or even betas. It's a fundamental truth that you had better learn to accept."

Riley, trying to maintain his composure, spoke up. "I believe everyone should be judged based on their abilities and character, not their designation. There's a lot more to a person than just being an alpha, beta, or omega."

"I agree with Riley." Noah said. His frustration with his mother's views on omegas fueling his desire to defend not only Riley, but all omegas. "You might be surprised at how many talented individuals are overlooked just because of their secondary gender. It's not fair and it perpetuates stereotypes and discrimination."

Lilian rolled her eyes in annoyance. "Well, life isn't fair. That's just how things are. Omegas need to learn their place and stop expecting hand outs. We're far to generous with them as it is. It's no wonder so many of them prefer to be on public assistance instead of finding a job and earning their own way."

Riley took a moment to compose himself before responding. He just couldn't believe the nerve and utter ignorance of this woman. Of course she couldn't understand the struggles that omegas faced every single day but to outright call them lazy? It infuriated him to no end. Lilian was born into privilege. Everything she had had been handed to her. Riley wondered if she had even ever worked a day in her life. Probably not yet, here she was, making claims that omegas would rather be on welfare than work. It was an outrage.

"I don't expect hand outs, Mrs. Reaney. I believe in working hard and earning my place, just like everyone else." Riley narrowed his eyes angrily as he spoke. He tried not to let the woman get under his skin but it seemed like she was purposely pushing everyone of his buttons, trying to illicit a response from him. "And, to assume that omegas would rather accept public assistance thank work is just ridiculous. Omegas make less on public assistance than alphas or betas, the medical is a joke, and the food allowance is barely enough to keep you alive. Besides that, in order to qualify for any kind of help you have to submit yourself the a mating house and basically lose any sense of self or freedom."

Lilian sighed as she lit a cigarette, took a long drag, then blew out an impressively large cloud of smoke. She then turned to Riley and raised an eyebrow, staring at him with an arrogant gleam in her eye. "You speak of mating houses as though they're a bad thing. I would think that you'd jump at the chance of finding a suitable mate. Isn't that what all omegas want? An alpha to support them financially?"

"Mating houses are glorified slave auctions." Riley said, clenching his jaw as he spoke. "Omegas are paraded around like live stock and sold to the highest bidder. We have no choice in who we're given to or what happens to us after. Once you sign the contract you're basically signing your life away."

"And so, you'd rather live in a motel room, cleaning up after strangers?" Lilian glared uncomfortably at Riley as she waited for a response.

"If it means getting to choose who I mate and when, absolutely." Riley glared back at her, narrowing his eyes as he spoke, the volume of his voice raising ever so slightly.

"So, am I then to assume that's the reason you've attached yourself to my son? I'm sure you see him as a meal ticket and nothing more."

Riley took a deep breath, pursing his lips. "If you're insinuating that I'm after Noah's money, you'd be wrong. I'm not looking for someone to support me financially. I want a partnership based on love and mutual respect."

Lilian waved her hand dismissively. "Riley, dear, do not think me so naive. I know how common it is for omegas to seek out young, successful men who can provide for them. They latch onto someone stable, and sink their claws in deep."

"That's not Riley." Noah clenched his fists tightly, his patience with his mother wearing thin. "Our relationship is built on trust and understanding. Something you, Mother, are apparently struggling to comprehend."

Lilian shrugged, feigning indifference. "Well, time will tell I suppose but, please remember," she turned her attention to Riley once more. "My son is a caring, loving, and compassionate man. Sometimes too trusting. He sees the good in others, even when there is none. I love my son dearly and I will not stand by and watch him be taken advantage of."

"Then, you have nothing to worry about." Riley shot back. "Because that is not my intention at all."

"Good." Lilian stood, tossing her napkin down onto her plate of barely touched food. "I'm glad that we are on the same page because, if you hurt my son in anyway, you, my dear, will see just how much of a bitch I can be!" Lilian turned on her heels and stormed out of the room, leaving Noah and Riley reeling from her little outburst.

For several minutes they sat in silence, each of them trying to recover from Lilian Reaney's harsh words. Riley was shaken but refused to give Lilian the satisfaction of knowing she'd upset him so much. Instead, he sipped his orange juice as he attempted to collect his thoughts and figure out what he was going to say next. Fortunately for Riley, it was Noah who finally broke the silence.

"I'm sorry about my mother." He said. Riley could hear the remorse in his voice and it broke his heart. Of course he didn't blame Noah for his mother's shortcomings but it was obvious that Noah took all the blame for the way she had acted. "I didn't bring you here to have her insult you that way."

"Why did you bring me here?" Riley asked softly. There were no accusations in the question, no blame, just a question.

Noah calmly wiped his mouth on his napkin then stood and offered Riley his hand. "Come with me." He said softly. "There's something I want to show you."

Riley stood, taking Noah's offered hand and allowed Noah to lead him away from the bustling household to a secluded corner of the estate. Noah led Riley outside, the crisp February air nipping at Riley's bare arms and face. He suddenly wished he'd brought a jacket along. Luckily, their destination was close enough that they didn't have to suffer in the cold for long. As they walked, the air around them was suddenly filled with the sweet scent of flowers in bloom. Riley smiled as he inhaled the fragrant scent, letting it envelope him. It was as though spring had come early, chasing away the frost and frigid temperatures of the lingering winter.

Coming to a wrought-iron gate, Noah gently pushed it open and allowed Riley to enter first. At once, the world had changed around them as they stepped into a quiet greenhouse garden. Rows of vibrant flowers stretched out before them, each one as beautiful as the last. Riley let out a breath as he looked around, finding himself immersed in an ocean of lush greens and a rainbow of different colors all reaching towards the heavens.

"Wow." Riley stood in awe, marveling at the kaleidoscope of nature before him. "I've never seen anything so beautiful in all my life."

Noah smiled, his eyes reflecting the joy he found in watching Riley's amazement in something that meant so much to him. "This is my favorite part of the estate." Noah told him. "I come here whenever I need a break from, well, everything--the responsibilities, the expectations. It's my private sanctuary, nestled in my own backyard."

The greenhouse truly was a haven of tranquility. Riley could see at once why Noah would choose it as his hideaway. The fragrances of roses, lilies, and lavender permeated the air, creating a symphony for the senses. Soft rays of sunlight filtered through the glass ceiling, casting a gentle glow over the blooms.

"I used to come here with my father when I was a child." Noah explained. "He loved gardening. He said it relaxed him. Many of the plants and trees you see around us were planted by my father. We of course have a gardener who looks after it now. I don't have the green thumb that my father had." Noah laughed a bit as he reminisced about the past. Riley could see that the memories of Noah's father were fond ones.

Noah looked down at Riley, still holding the omegas hand in his. "This garden is special to me, Riley. I wanted to show it to you because you're special to me too. I know that we haven't known each other for long but there's something about you that feels so familiar, like I've known you my whole life. Talking to you on the phone or seeing your face on a screen just wasn't enough anymore. I wanted to see you in person, touch you, know that you were real. I wanted to stand in your presence and really see you as you are." Noah took in a deep breath, and chose his words carefully and with great consideration. He wanted Riley to know that what he said next, he meant.

"That's why I brought you here. Not just to this garden or into my home, but into my life. Like this garden, you, Riley, have brought beauty into my life. I can be myself around you. You accept me as I am, and you understand me in a way that no one else does. I said that if you wanted to leave, I'd let you go, and I will, but, Riley, I don't want you to leave. I want you to stay here, with me. I know it feels a little rushed but I just have this gut feeling that if you leave, I'll never see you again, and that would be a tragedy I don't think I'd recover from."

Riley's heart swelled with admiration for the man standing before him. Never had he expected something so personal and heartfelt from Noah. No alpha had ever spoken to him in such a way or made him feel so wanted, so needed. Noah was just so perplexingly different in the most remarkable way. Taking a step closer, he gazed up and into Noah's eyes and what he saw there nearly took his breath away. Maybe it was too soon to call it love but it was close. "This place, it's amazing, Noah. Thank you for sharing it with me."

"There's no much more I want to share with you, Riley. If you'll give me the chance."

A chance. That's all Noah was asking for. An opportunity to see if what they had could grow into some more with time. Riley had wanted stability, had even planned to give himself, body and soul, to the right man as payment if that's what it took but now, Noah was offering him so much more. He was offering him the chance to be more than just someone's possession. How could he say no to that? Noah was right, Riley couldn't allow his doubts and fears to run his life. If he did, he might never find happiness and wasn't that what he really wanted? happiness?

"I want to," Riley said, "but this is all so new to me. Where do we even begin?"

"Begin by saying you'll stay." Noah told him. "The details aren't important right now. Just say you'll stay and we can figure everything else out as we go along."

Riley nodded. "If I agree to stay, I'll have some conditions."

Noah grinned, amused by the seriousness of Riley's tone. "Of course, anything you need."

"Is there someplace we can sit?" Riley asked, looking around.

"This way." Noah said, again taking Riley's hand and leading him further into the greenhouse. As they reached a bench nestled beneath a blooming wisteria, Noah pulled Riley close. "Here," he said, gesturing to the seat. "I come here sometimes to think or just appreciate the beauty around me."

Riley joined Noah on the bench. Side by side they sat, surrounded by the tranquility of the garden. "It really is beautiful here." Riley admitted. "I've always loved nature. I don't remember much about my parents or our home, but I do remember that my dads had a small flower bed near the front of our house. Whenever I see flowers in summer, I always think of that. I've also done some gardening at a few of the homes I've stayed at. It's something I've always enjoyed."

Noah nodded . "My father always said it peaceful out here. He loved to be alone with his thoughts and flowers."

"It is peaceful." Riley agreed. "Working the garden is one of the few good memories I have."

They each sat quietly for the moment, lost in thought. Finally, Riley looked up and with determination said, "I want to work here, in the garden. If I'm going to stay here then I want to earn my keep. I'll keep my job at the motel, at least until I can find something better, but in my free time I can help out with the gardening."

"Riley, you don't have to earn your keep here." Noah interjected, shaking his head. "You're my guest. I don't expect anything from you. You don't really even need to keep your cleaning job. Anything you need, I can provide. It's really not a problem."

"I want to work." Riley insisted. "It's important to me. I want to contribute something. It's not just about the money; it's about independence and staying true to myself. And, I can take the bus to and from work so it won't be an issue."

Noah hesitated for a moment, then spoke again. "If it's really that important to you then I only have one demand. Boyd will drive you to and from work. It's safer than the bus. As for the garden..."

"I really want to work in the garden." Riley spoke up before Noah could finish his sentence. "It's enjoyable for me and also, well, I just wouldn't feel right about staying here rent free. At least working in the garden would make me feel like I'm giving something back."

"If you had let me finish..." Noah gave Riley a playful wink. "I was going to say, as for the garden, I think it's a wonderful idea. Knowing that you've helped in maintaining it's life and beauty will just make it that much more special to me."

"To both of us." Riley's eyes lit up with gratitude. "This is going to be amazing." He said.

"You're already amazing." Noah told him. "Every second that I spend with you I see more and more just how wonderful you are."

Riley felt a deep blush rise up his cheeks. Sitting there, beside Noah, Riley felt a sense of belonging that he hadn't felt in a very long time and it was all thanks to Noah.

"Thank you for this, Noah. For making me feel like I belong here. You have no idea what it means to me."

"You do belong here, Riley. You belong with me. Don't let anyone tell you differently."

Riley nodded, feeling a new sensation of warmth and affection spreading through him. He felt like that small piece of his heart that had been broken since his parents death was slowly beginning to heal. He felt...whole.

As a thoughtful silence hung between them, Noah turned to Riley and their eyes locked on each other. Without saying a word, Noah leaned in slowly, capturing Riley's lips in a sweet and passionate first kiss.

Chapter five

Riley stepped into the elegant bathroom and was at once enveloped in a cocoon of timeless luxury. The blend of modern comforts seamlessly intertwined with the room's original late 1800's design, creating a sanctuary where the past and present harmoniously coexisted.

A claw foot tub stood as the centerpiece of the room. It's smooth porcelain surface gleamed in the soft glow of the vintage-style sconces that lined the walls. Intricate floral patterns adorned the tiles, a nod to the Victorian era's love for botanical aesthetics. Riley took a moment to appreciate the delicate balance between old and new as he prepared to draw his bath. The polished brass fixtures sparkled with a lustrous sheen, a testament to the meticulous care given to maintain the room's historical charm.

Riley turned the faucets on and was met with a gush of water cascading into the tub. The water's soothing melody echoed through the room, filling the air with a tranquil ambiance. As the tub filled, Riley added a few caps of foaming bath oil then watched as the bubbles frothed and danced along the water's surface. The flicker of candles placed carefully around the room gave off a warm and inviting glow, creating a play of shadows, dancing across the floor, and enhanced the beauty and overall serenity of the room.

A small table sat beside the tub, holding a crystal dish with rose-scented bath salts, providing an extra touch of indulgence. Riley wondered if that had been Noah's doing, knowing of Riley's love of roses. Riley smiled as he sank into the warm embrace of the water. The tub cradled him in a blanket of comfort. Bubbles clung to his skin and tickled his nose. He closed his eyes and let the warmth of the water seep into his muscles. He was almost completely submerged, only his head remained above the water and for the moment, all his stress and worries seemed to evaporate.

Leaning back against the tub, Riley allowed his fingers to trace the edge of the water, creating ripples along the surface. It had been so long since he'd indulged in the peacefulness and quiet of a long bath. Something so simple and yet taken for granted until it's gone. Riley hadn't even realized how much he missed just being able to lounge around, carefree with no responsibilities or expectations. No one banging on the door to hurry up, and no little children barging in on him demanding his attention. It was just him, the water, and his thoughts. The only thing missing was Noah.

Riley grinned, giddy like a teenage omega with his first crush. He couldn't help it though. The day had just been too perfect, and it all started with that kiss. Riley's mind began to wander as thoughts of Noah and the days events filled his head. And then, there was the anticipation of what was to come.

"Be ready." Noah had told him before leaving the room. "I'll be back to get you at six." Riley couldn't wait to see what Noah had planned next. The day had already been so wonderful, so special. There was no way it could get any better, was there?

With the world outside momentarily forgotten, Riley settled down, into the soothing water, and allowed his mind to take him back, reflecting on everything that had happened since that first, glorious, kiss.

***

When they had first left the greenhouse, Riley wasn't sure what to expect. There was so much to do, so many details to iron out. Riley was off work for the weekend, which was a rare occurrence, but he did have to return on Monday. He dreaded it but it was important to him to keep that small bit of independence. After-all, he didn't feel right about Noah covering all of his expenses. That wasn't why Riley was there. Sure he wanted stability, a real home, and something better than what he had but he wasn't some gold-digger, out to take Noah for everything he was worth and Riley was determined to prove it. He'd get by with what he had and accept help when he needed it but he wasn't going to be greedy and he certainly wasn't about to take advantage of Noah's hospitality.

Noah didn't seem worried by any of Riley's concerns at all. In fact, he almost seemed amused by Riley's stance on self-reliance, as though he were merely humoring Riley. Riley suddenly got the sneaking suspicion that Noah had something more up his sleeve than Riley had anticipated. Riley had to admit, it was a bit exciting. He couldn't begin to guess what thoughts were going through Noah Reaney's head but, from the look in his eyes and the cheeky grin on his face, it was something mischievous and he looked far too pleased with himself, leading Riley to think that his rule of 'don't spend money unnecessarily on me' had pretty much gone ignored.

"Why are you suddenly grinning like the cat who just ate the canary?" Riley asked, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.

Noah chuckled. "No reason in particular." He was obviously lying, this made certain when he looked at Riley and gave him a sly little wink.

"You're planning something, aren't you?" Riley attempted to sound stern but failed at it miserably. He just sounded way too eager for anyone to believe that he was actually upset with Noah's plotting. In reality, he was looking forward to it. Anything Noah had planned would be a welcomed surprise. As long as Riley got to spend more time with Noah, he didn't care what they did.

"Let's just say that I plan to make your first day as an official resident of Reaney Hall as memorable as possible."

Riley leaned his head against Noah's shoulder, as he wrapped his arms around the strong alpha. "It already is." Riley whispered softly. "It already is."

***

Baxter, Noah's beta cook, was hard at work, chopping vegetables in preparation for the evening meal when Noah and Riley entered the kitchen.

"Baxter?" Noah called to him.

Baxter set his knife down and turned at once, greeting Noah with a huge smile. He was a short man with a round belly and a friendly personality. His smile seemed to light up the entire room and Riley immediately felt at ease in the man's presence. "Noah." He said, brightly. "To what do I owe the honor?"

"I wanted to officially introduce you to Riley." Noah told him. "He'll be staying with us for the foreseeable future." Noah turned to Riley, putting an arm across the younger man's shoulder and pilling him close. "Riley, this is Baxter, our amazing cook. He's been with us ever since I can remember, whipping up the most delicious of culinary cuisines. Bax, this is Riley Hicks, a friend I recently met online and began corresponding with. It's my hope that, in time, our friendship will develop into something more."

Riley blushed some as he extended his hand to Baxter. "It's a pleasure to meet you." He said.

Baxter wiped his hands on his apron then took Riley's offered hand in both of his as he beamed down at Riley. "The pleasure is mine." Baxter told him. "Please, if there is ever anything you need, do not hesitate to ask."

"Thank you." Riley smiled back at the man with sincerity. "I'll do that."

"Baxter, I have a special request for the dinner menu." Noah told him, once the introductions had been done. "I'll discuss it with you later."

"Very good sir." Baxter said with his normal, jovial, smile and tone. As Noah and Riley turned to leave, Baxter returned to his work, humming softly to himself as he finished chopping the vegetables, seeming to enjoy his work.

"He's very nice." Riley remarked as they exited the kitchen. "You said he's worked here for a while?"

Noah nodded. "Since before I was born. Most of the staff have, aside from Tina and Cal, our grounds keeper. Cal's been with us for about the last five years. You'll meet him later. He tends to keep to himself and rarely comes inside the house. He can usually be found in the gardener's shed out behind the greenhouse."

"So, he'll be my boss when I start working in the gardens?" Riley grinned up at Noah who raised an eyebrow at the question.

"You, Mr. Hicks, will be his boss." Noah told him, his tone stressing the importance of the statement. "You answer to no one in this house but me. I want that understood. You are not one of my servants. You are my guest and will be treated as such. If anyone gives you any grief you are to come to me immediately and I'll sort it out."

"Even your mother?" Riley asked, his mood darkening at the thought of Lilian's reaction when she realized that Riley intended to stay on at the mansion.

"Especially my mother." Noah said, his voice stern. "It's my decision who I allow to stay here, not hers and I won't have her questioning my choices."

"I really think she hates me." Riley said, leaning in closer to Noah.

Noah smirked. "Don't take it personally, she hates everyone."

***

Noah next led Riley to a small sitting room just off the main foyer. Like the rest of the house, the room was immaculate. Wood paneled walls enclosed the room, with wide windows that let in the sunlight, illuminating the rooms beautiful decor. A mahogany desk was set against one wall while a leather couch and arm chairs set in the center of the room. A large fire place took up much of the far wall directly across from the main door with a mantel of books resting above it.

Tina, the maid, stood near the fireplace while an older woman spoke to her about the days activities. Riley assumed the woman was Maggie, the head housekeeper as well as Tina's mother. Maggie was an attractive woman who was probably in her late forties. She wore a black pant suit that hugged her slender frame and black heels. Her hair was black with streaks of gray and pulled back into a neat bun, pinned to the back of her head. Despite her formal attire and professional appearance, Riley noticed that she had kind eyes that became apparent when she turned and greeted Noah.

"Good morning, Noah." She said, addressing him informally. To Riley's surprise, Noah walked up to the woman and hugged her.

"Morning, Maggie." He said in return. "Maggie, I'd like to introduce you to Riley Hicks. He'll be staying with us as my guest."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Hicks, or do you prefer Riley?"

"Riley's fine." He told her.

"Well, Riley, we're glad to have you here." She told him, giving him a kind smile. "I've always said this old house needed some new life in it."

"Thank you." Riley returned the smile, feeling more at ease with each passing minute. With the exception of Thomas, Noah's staff seemed more accepting of Riley's presence in the mansion than he had thought they would. It was a great relief to him that the staff were so kind and welcoming. "The house is beautiful." Riley remarked. "When I first arrived I thought it was a hotel."

Both Noah and Maggie laughed at Riley's confession and Riley felt himself blush with embarrassment. Noah hugged Riley to him, smiling down at him. "I can see where you might have thought that. When I little I thought we lived in a castle. I used to ask mother where the mote was."

"What was her response?" Riley asked, trying to hide his giggle.

Noah grinned. "She said they filled it in after the alligators kept escaping."

"They're aren't really alligators around here, are there?" The three of them turned to look at Tina who was staring at them all with a worried expression.

Noah laughed. "Only in the more southern parts of the state." He told her. "But we do have several dragons."

Riley snorted a laugh and Tina frowned, rolling her eyes. "I was just curious." She said softly, kicking at the carpet with the toe of her sneaker.

"Riley, this is Tina. Maggie's daughter. I told you about her last night."

Riley recalled Noah mentioning her. Apparently she hadn't been employed as a maid for very long and still had a lot to learn but under Maggie's watchful eye, Riley was sure that the girl would do well. Her mother seemed patient and understanding.

"I'm glad to meet you." Riley said, approaching the girl. "I guess we met briefly at breakfast but I didn't really get a chance to introduce myself.

"It's okay." Tina said, regarding Riley with indifference. It became immediately clear to him that her attention was drawn to another. The entire time she had been standing there she hadn't looked away from Noah and when he approached her, her eyes lit up.

"Tina," Noah addressed her more formally than he had her mother, speaking to her as her employer rather than a friend. "Riley is going to be staying in the rose room. Could you please see that it's made ready for him?"

"Um...yes sir." Tina stammered as she stared adoringly up at Noah. "I'll do it now." Tina looked to her mother for confirmation and Maggie nodded to her, giving her leave to go about her duties. Tina hurried away, nearly stumbling over her own feet as she rushed past Noah out of the room. She took one last hopeful glance behind her, Riley saw the flush of pink on her cheeks as her eyes scanned over Noah. She sighed, brushed an errant blond curl away from her face then disappeared around the corner.

Riley felt a little bad for her. It was obvious that she was hoping Noah would notice her but he didn't. Instead, he was busy talking to Maggie about about schedules, deliveries, and other day to day goings on within the mansion. There was mention again of the rose room and Riley's ears perked up. He wondered, what was the rose room? If it was just another guest room, why did it have a name? Did all the rooms have names? It was probably theme related, like in one of those fancy bed and breakfasts. He'd heard of places with themed rooms like the Victorian room, or the roaring twenties room. Maybe it was something like that.

He pictured a room decorated in soft pinks and reds with a floral theme and at once, his eyes lit up. He was going to possibly be staying in a rose themed room. Nothing gaudy like in a honeymoon suite where the bed was shaped like a heart and vibrated when you plunged a quarter into the control box. No, a room in Noah's home would be classy, elegant...romantic. Riley couldn't wait to see it but Noah had other plans for the morning so the room would have to wait.

"I'm going to give Riley a tour of the house." Noah had told Maggie. He paused, then turned to Riley. "That's alright with you, isn't tit?" He asked him. "Would you like the grand tour?"

"Of course." Riley smiled, touched that Noah had asked him what he wanted instead of assuming that Riley would just go along with whatever Noah decided. He would, without hesitation, but it was nice to be included. Noah really was a gentleman, considerate and kind. He didn't just take charge, he considered Riley's thoughts and feeling and asked his opinion. If Riley wasn't careful, he could find himself falling head over heels for the man. Maybe he already had.

"I assume there will be no problems with getting the room ready by noon?" Noah had turned his attention back to Maggie who smiled a bright, understanding smile at him then tapped her pen against the clip board she was holding.

"Not at all, Sir. It's on the schedule. I'll supervise Tina myself. Everything will be just as you've specified."

"Good. Oh, and have his things taken to his room. It's the gray duffel in my room. You'll find it near the door."

"Of course, Sir. Anything else?"

Noah thought for a moment then shook his head. "No, I think I've covered everything." He turned back to Riley and they were about to leave when Noah stopped and addressed Maggie once again. "There is one other matter I wanted to mention." He sighed while rubbing the back of his neck.

"Normally I don't take issue with how the staff dress, you know that. As long as it's not something inappropriate. I didn't want to say anything to Tina directly and embarrass her but if you could please speak to her about her attire, I would appreciate it. Just let her know that white undergarments should be worn under a white top, not black, and it's not advised to show an excessive amount of cleavage. I know you've spoken to her about it in the past but she doesn't seem to have taken it to heart. If the problem persists then I will require she wear a uniform and since the maids uniforms haven't been updated since 1921, I doubt she'd be too thrilled with having to revive the style."

Maggie nodded, sighing in frustration. "I'll speak with her about it, of course. In the future she'll be dressed appropriately."

Noah grinned. "Thank you, Maggie. I appreciate it." Riley had to hold back a snicker as he and Noah left the room. Though he had to wonder if Noah wasn't at least somewhat serious about forcing Tina to wear the outdated maids uniform. It would have been funny to see her reaction when told she'd have to start wearing an ankle length black dress, white apron, and mob cap.

While Riley saw the humor in the situation and Noah's light hearted approach to the matter, he also saw the inappropriateness of what the girl had been wearing. Even cleaning the flea bag motel he worked for, Riley was required to wear a uniform. Nothing fancy. Just a navy blue, two pocketed smock, with a black collar. He usually wore black slacks or jeans. If he'd ever come to work dressed the way Tina had been dressed, he'd have been fired on the spot. Of course, Riley wasn't accustomed to wearing bras and had no cleavage to show but the point was, he couldn't show up to work looking like a bum. Even his shit hole motel had a standard to uphold. Employees represented the places they worked for so a bit of professionalism was appreciated and often times expected.

Tina seemed as though she had a lot to learn about the service industry but she was still young, eighteen if a day, and by the way that Noah had spoken about her the night before, Riley wandered if maybe he'd taken Tina on as a favor to her mother. Perhaps Maggie was trying to give her daughter some real world experiences to ready her for going out on her own, teach her some responsibility. It seemed entirely possible. Noah definitely seemed the type of employer who genuinely cared about his employees and would go out of his way to help them.

That was just another thing about Noah that Riley loved, his kindness and compassion to others. Riley had always thought that you could tell a lot about someone by the way he treated employees. Moat alphas were so hard-nosed and overbearing it made it nearly impossible to work under them. Noah wasn't like that though and Riley found that fact so endearing.

Hand in hand, Noah and Riley stepped out and into the main foyer once again. "You've seen the greenhouse." Noah said, turning to look at Riley. "Where would you like to go next?"

Riley looked up, shrugging some. "I'll let you decide." He told Noah. "This is my first time in a mansion, I wouldn't know where to begin."

"Okay." Noah said, looking pleased. "What about the theater? You seemed surprised when I told you we had a private theater. Would you like to start there?"

"Yeah," Riley grinned enthusiastically, "Is it huge, like a public theater?"

Noah laughed. "Not quite that big." He told him. His smile growing broader when he saw the excitement in Riley's eyes. "Come on, I think you're going to be pleasantly surprised."

Noah was right, the theater wasn't as large as a public cinema but it was impressive none the less. A large screen that took up an entire wall stretched out before them. Large speakers framed the screen on either side. Reclining leather seats were arranged in a gentle incline, ensuring an unobstructed view of the massive screen in front. Ambient lighting filled the room from the surrounding baseboards, dimming gradually when given a simple voice command.

The aesthetic of the room was crisp and modern but with a cozy feel that was both comforting and inviting. Riley saw the appeal at once. Here, Noah could experience a semblance of what it was like to attend an actual theater without leaving the safety of his home. It allowed him a safe haven without feeling so isolated. It was a way of still being a part of the world that he shut out. A way to stay connected without the fear or anxiety of being in public.

"It's amazing." Riley remarked. "I've never seen anything like it. At least, not inside someone's house. Hell, I've seen houses smaller than this room. Even lived in some."

"I'm sure it's not the same as going out an an actual theater but I tried to make it as close as possible." Noah explained. "The screens a little smaller and it's probably a little more comfortable, but I think it's still pretty close to the real thing."

Riley raised an eyebrow, wondering if Noah had ever actually been to a public theater before. It wasn't the same at all. "Noah, this is way nicer than a public cinema. A lot more comfortable, and clean." He pointed out. "The theater in town is so outdated, the theater is too cramped for one thing and those folding chairs." Riley grimaced as he thought about the chairs he'd sat in the last time he'd actually seen a movie in a theater. "Most of them are torn and filthy, the floors are sticky and covered in popcorn and trash and, if your lucky you get a chair with an arm rest that's not loose and ready to fall off, not to mention sitting in one of those things is like sitting on a boulder. Last time I was there, my ass fell asleep halfway through the movie."

Noah suddenly turned his head away from Riley, trying to hide his grin.

"What?" Riley put his hands on his hips in mock annoyance.

"I was just thinking." Noah said, laughing. "That maybe I should invest in some of those old theater chairs?"

"Really? Riley looked at Noah, skeptically. "Why would you want any of those old things in this beautiful theater?"

"Well," Noah said, scratching his head as he cracked an ornery grin, "I was just thinking that if you sat in one of them and your ass fell asleep, I could always massage it for you."

Riley felt his jaw drop at Noah's statement, his face turning a bright shade of red.

"Come on." Noah chuckled as he walked past a stunned Riley and back out into the hall, "There's a lot more I want to show you before lunch."

***

The tour continued through the lower floor of the mansion. Riley was relieved to see that Noah did, in fact, have an elevator, he just rarely used it because, as he explained to Riley, he liked the work out he got from using the stairs. Riley didn't share the same sentiment. His idea of a work out was rushing to the break room at the motel before all the donuts were gone.

After the theater, Noah showed Riley the game room. Walking in, Riley was immediately reminded of an arcade. In the center of the room was a pool table but there was also a dart board, large screen TV with various game consoles and a shelf with just about every board game that Riley could think of. There was even a pinball machine tucked into the corner of the room next to a mini fridge and a microwave oven.

Besides the various games, the room was also furnished with a table that Riley assumed was used for poker games, a mini bar, couch, and two recliners. It was the perfect man cave. "I bet you spend a lot of time in this room." Riley teased.

"Not as much as you'd think." Noah told him. "This room saw more use when Charlie still lived here. He and his buddies spent more time in here than anywhere else. That is, when they weren't out raising hell. Charlie was pretty wild as a teenager."

"What about you?" Riley asked, glancing up at Noah with genuine curiosity written across his face. "Where do you and your buddies usually hang out?"

"Oh, well," Noah fidgeted uncomfortably, the question taking him completely off guard. "I really only have one good friend. As I teen I didn't socialize much. I was home schooled, for obvious reasons so, I never had the chance to make friends. I guess I spent a lot of time alone."

Riley could tell from the way Noah turned away from him and focused his eyes anywhere in the room but on Riley that he was embarrassed by the truth. Riley could have kicked himself for being so insensitive. He knew that Noah never left the house. Hadn't left the house since he was a child so it was only normal that he'd had a pretty sheltered childhood. It wasn't anything to be ashamed of but Noah obviously felt a little awkward revealing this part of himself to Riley.

"Same here." Riley said, trying to make Noah feel better and less self-conscious about his lack of social connections. "I never really hung out with any of the kids I went to school with. I got moved around so much that it was just too hard to make any lasting friendships. In the end, it just didn't seem worth it, so, I kept to myself a lot too. Aside from my one good friend, Alex, I really had no one."

 Noah smiled at Riley. The smile was meant to convey happiness but Riley saw through it to the somber glint in Noah's eyes. Maybe it was the similarities in their pasts or their shared desire for companionship, Riley didn't know but, whatever it was, he felt closer to Noah in that moment, more in tune with his emotions than he had before. He understood his feelings, he knew what it was like to be alone. It was heartbreaking.

Being alone and feeling unwanted and unloved, like nothing you do ever matters and no one cares. It's an emptiness inside that grows and grows, slowly consuming you until there's nothing left but a black hole. When all you have left are your tears but you're too tired to cry anymore, and all you want to do is give up. That's what loneliness is. It is the existence of nothing. When you have nothing and are nothing and nothing is all the defines your life. Riley knew all too well what that felt like. He felt that way nearly ever day of his life.

"Well, we have each other now." Noah said. "So, no more living in the past. From now on, let's only look toward the future."

"I can do that." Riley told him. "Let the past stay in the past. It's not like we can do anything to change it anyway."

"Exactly." Noah said as he pulled Riley against him, holding the omega close. Once more, Noah's eyes filled with admiration and affection and he felt so very lucky in that moment to have had Riley in his life. "So, on with the tour?"

Riley nodded. "On with the tour." He echoed Noah's words, smiling back at him, glad that the lightheartedness of their conversation had not changed and spoiled the mood.

***

As the morning progressed into early afternoon, Noah and Riley continued to explore the mansion together. Noah showed Riley his very impressive home gym, furnished with all the latest equipment. It even had a sauna. What impressed Riley the most though was the indoor, heated, Olympic sized pool. It was ten feet on the deepest end and three feet on the shallow end with three lanes painted along the floor of the pool for lap swimming. Noah even had a hot tub that Riley was more than a little eager to try out.

In all honesty, he was eager to try out the pool most of all. Riley loved to swim just never really got the opportunity. The motel had a small, outdoor, pool that was only open in the warmer months so Riley had yet to use it. Not that he could anyway. He didn't even own a suit. That, however, was something he meant to change. When he got his next pay check the first thing he was going to buy was a pair of swim trunks. With a huge, indoor pool at his disposal, no way was he not going to take advantage of it. Besides, swimming was a great way to stay in shape. Much better than running up and down stairs all day.

After the pool, Noah showed Riley a few of the other rooms that Reaney Hall had to offer. He showed him the music room, the formal dinning hall that doubled as a ball room, the family room, as well as a small reception room that was used for entertaining guests. The one room though that truly spoke to Riley was the library.

When Noah had first mentioned the library, Riley had imagined a quaint little room with comfortable seating and a shelf or two of various books. Something that could possibly double as an office or den. What he saw though when he'd entered the library was something Riley could never have anticipated. It was like all of his dreams and fantasies had suddenly come to life in one massive and overwhelmingly delightful explosion of literature the likes of which he had never seen before. Even the local branch that he often visited couldn't hold a candle to the vast collection of books that Noah Reaney had hidden away in his treasure trove of literary wonders.

Standing in the center of it all, surrounded by antique tomes and first additions, Riley suddenly knew how Belle must have felt the first time she'd been led to the library in the beast's castle. Riley felt like he was living in a fairy tale. He just couldn't believe his eyes, couldn't believe that something like this actually existed. "This...oh, Noah. This is...I just don't have the words." He turned looking at Noah with tears in his eyes. "There must be like a million books here."

"I don't know if there are that many, but there are some pretty old ones." Noah wiped the tears from Riley's cheeks with his thumb as he smiled down at him. "My great-grandfather loved to collect things. Actually, I think he was a bit of a hoarder. There are books here from all around the world. It was all catalogued once, I can show you sometime if you want."

"Yeah, I'd like that. I can't even imagine the wealth of knowledge that this library holds, Noah, it's astounding."

Noah chuckled. "Well, I'm glad you like it. It doesn't get many visitors these days. My personal collection of novels is kept in my room and you're welcome to them anytime. In here I think you'll mostly find books on philosophy and ethics. Probably some old religious texts too. There's a section on music and art and I think some books on literary criticism and theory. Oh, there's a large section on gardening and horticulture you might find interesting and, there are quite a lot of cook books."

Noah rubbed the back of his neck and furrowed his brow as a look of confusion crossed his face. "I've never really understood why there are so many cook books. Maybe old great-grandpa thought granny could use some help in the kitchen, I really don't know. I think I also saw a section on home economics and household management once. If I remember, there was a book titled, The joys of Tidying up. I might suggest that one to Tina."

"Yeah, a manual on housekeeping may be just what she needs." Riley joked.

Noah cracked a grin. "That, or a book on how to dress for success."

"Isn't than an actual book?" Riley asked.

Noah shrugged. "Hell if I know, I mainly read smut."

Riley shook his head, laughing. "If that's suppose to shock me it doesn't. You should see the shit I read."

Noah snorted a laugh. He liked this side of Riley. The playful and sassy side of him. The side that wasn't so careful and worried. It was nice to see the young omega actually relax and let his guard down some and Noah hoped that he would get to see more of this side as Riley and Noah became more familiar with each other.

They lingered in the library for a while longer. Longer than they had the other rooms though Noah suspected that if they had brought their bathing suits on the tour he may not have gotten Riley out of the pool. Noah would have been happy to swim in the nude but he felt maybe it was too soon into their relationship to suggest it. Besides that, he didn't want Riley to think that the only reason Noah invited him to stay was for sex. Not that Noah was opposed to it but it wasn't the reason that he wanted Riley to stay. That part would come in time, hopefully, for now though, he was just content with getting to know Riley better and building their relationship from there.

As Riley walked around the library, examining the countless rows of books, seemingly fascinated with each and every one of them, Noah became more certain than ever that he had found something special in Riley Hicks. Something, Noah felt he'd been missing for much of his life. He found himself in awe of the omega. Everything he said or did captivated Noah. The way his eyes lit up when he was happy or excited, the way the smallest act of kindness brought tears to his eyes. Things that most people would take for granted touched Riley in a way that Noah had never seen in another person.

There was no sense of entitlement in Riley, no attitude that he was owed anything. Quite the opposite actually. Noah could already tell that Riley had very little self worth. Probably from years of being treated like he didn't matter. That angered Noah more than anything. Riley did matter, he mattered a lot. He mattered to Noah. Just how he was going to get Riley to understand and believe that though was going to a challenge in and of itself. It wasn't easy to erase years of conditioning and change a persons way of thinking. Noah knew that all too well. He'd spent years in therapy working on his own issues and still had a ways to go.

"Are you hungry?" Noah asked, as Riley finished sifting through a section on sixteenth century poetry. Noah's eyes watched as Riley's fingers gingerly slid across the spines of the books, reading the title of each on carefully before choosing a collection of love poems. He opened the book and slowly turned the pages, admiring the old fashion type and age worn paper. After a few minutes he closed the book and replaced it on the shelf before turning around to look at Noah.

"I could eat." Riley smiled. "Actually, I am kinda hungry. I didn't really eat much at breakfast."

"Yeah, I don't think any of us did." Noah frowned, thinking back to the conversation with his mother. Luckily, she would not be joining them for lunch. Noah had already seen to that. He was determined not to let her spoil the rest of the day as she had done at breakfast. He'd have another conversation with her later but right now, his time and attention belonged to Riley.

***

Riley was sad to leave the library, there was just so much more there to explore, but he was also excited to see what else Noah had planned. He'd already told Riley that he wouldn't have to worry about Lilian. She normally didn't eat lunch in the mansion, especially on the weekends. On Saturday afternoons, Lilian would spend most of the day in town either shopping or playing tennis. She'd usually meet with friends for lunch at an upscale restaurant where they could catch up on all the latest gossip. Noah explained that Lilian rarely stayed at home if she could help it. He suspected that one of the reasons she hadn't simply moved to a penthouse in the city was because of him. She didn't want to leave him in the mansion alone.

"She cares about you a lot." Riley pointed out.

"She does." Noah agreed. "But sometimes she can be a little smothering."

"She's just trying to protect you." Riley told him. "It's what a good mother does. And, she does seem like a good mother, from what you've told me. And, yes, she can be a little overbearing, but it's better than not caring about you at all."

"I'm sorry." Noah said, stopping suddenly. Riley looked up at him.

"For what?" He asked.

"For being insensitive." Noah told him. "I'm complaining about my family when I should be grateful that I have one."

"I didn't mean it like that." Riley told him, feeling a little guilty for making Noah feel bad. "And you weren't being insensitive. I understand the need to want to distance yourself from your mother a bit. You're a grown man and of course you'd want your independence. I just don't want you to lose sight of the fact that your mother loves you. She already lost her husband and with your brother living so far away, she's trying to hold on to what family she has left. You can't fault her for that."

"No." Noah agreed. "I can't fault her for that." He stood there, gazing down at Riley with such admiration in his eyes that Riley actually took a step back.

"What are you staring at?" He chuckled.

"You." Noah answered. "I've never met someone quite like you before. It's like you try to find the good in every situation. You see beauty in things that I've over looked and you're kind to everyone, even people that treat you badly."

Riley shrugged. "I just try to think about how I'd want to be treated and that's how I try to treat others. You never know what someone else is going through or if they're just having a bad day. Maybe a little kindness in their life could change their perspective and give them hope."

"That's a beautiful way of looking at things." Noah said.

"I just know there's already enough darkness in the world, so why not try to spread around a little light?"

"Just one more thing about you that I adore."

"Just wait until you catch me on a bad day." Riley chuckled. "You won't be able to stand me."

"Impossible." Noah told him. "I'll bet your just as adorable pissed off as you are right now."

"That's a bet you'd lose." Riley laughed. "When I get pissed, most people run and hide. Pissed off me quickly forgets that he's an omega. Quiet and submissive goes out the window real fast."

"Good." Noah winked. "Quiet and submissive isn't all that appealing to me."

"No wonder we get along so well then."

***

Strolling through the grand hallway, the soft glint of the afternoon sun streaming through the windows gave off a warm ambience around them. Riley was still enthralled with their trip to the library. Noah listened quietly as Riley discussed the various books he'd seen and the ones he'd like to read in the future. He seemed particularly interested in the poetry books he'd seen, mostly Shakespeare and Poe.

Noah loved how excited Riley became and how passionate he was about reading. It was definitely something they had in common. In general though, Noah just loved hearing Riley's voice. It was smooth, calming, and flowed through him like a comforting melody.

"So, have you enjoyed the tour so far?" Noah asked.

"Yes, I have. But, I'm ready for a break. This place is huge." Riley remarked, grinning. "And, I'm not in as good shape as you."

Noah chuckled, his eyes settling on Riley's body, taking him all in. "I wouldn't say that. I think you're in pretty good shape, actually."

"Oh, my, God, Noah. Don't make me blush. It's not fair."

Noah laughed, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "But you're so cute when you blush."

Riley punched Noah playfully in the arm. "Stop it." He giggled.

***

They made their way to the kitchen and Noah led Riley to a quiet corner where the comforting aroma of fresh baked bread and savory spices permeated the air around them. Baxter greeted the two with a warm smile as he set down plates of deli style sandwiches and bowls of steaming hot soup on the polished wooden table they were seated at.

"Here you are, boys. A little something to fuel your minds and bodies." Baxter said, his eyes sparkling with genuine affection for the two.

"Thank you, Baxter. Everything looks delicious as always." Noah replied, his stomach rumbling in anticipation.

Riley nodded in agreement, a grateful smile curving his lips. He leaned forward and inhaled the aroma of the soup, nearly having to suppress a moan. It smelled so good. "Yes, thank you, Baxter. This smells amazing."

"It's my pleasure." Baxter told them. "Now, if you boys need anything else, just ask."

"We'll be fine, thank you." Noah assured him, giving the older man a warm smile. Watching the interaction between the two really touched Riley. Noah and his staff were less like employee and employer and more like family, a fact that Riley had really come to appreciate.

As they dug into their lunch, Noah and Riley took the time to talk as they had done so many times on the phone. Riley told Noah more about his art and the stories he wrote, and Noah shared more history about the house. He did open up a little more about himself as well, sharing a few personal details that he hadn't before. Riley learned that Noah had been seeing a therapist since his father's murder and that it's helped some. When he was younger, Noah could barely leave his room without having a full blown panic attack but now, he could at least go outside and walk the estate.

"Have you ever tried to leave the grounds?" Riley asked him.

Noah nodded. "A few times. It's never ended well though. I start to hyperventilate, my heart races, my vision blurs, and I eventually pass out. I've even experienced vertigo at times. Once, when I was a child, I had to be hospitalized because of a serious illness. The paramedics had to sedate me just to get me out of the house, it was awful."

"Sounds awful." Riley said, his features marred with concern. "I'm so sorry that happened to you. You must have been so scared."

Noah shrugged. "It was years ago. I haven't had to go to the hospital since, thank God. Most of my appointments I can do virtually now though my therapist, Paul, does stop by the house once a month to see me face to face."

"That's good of him." Riley said. "I've personally only been to therapy once. It was court mandated. Six months and then I was released."

"Mandated therapy?" Noah raised an eyebrow. "What did you do, try to kill someone?" He laughed at his joke but immediately regretted it when he noticed the pained look on Riley's face.

"No." Riley said, setting his half eaten sandwich back down on his plate. "Not someone else." His eyes dropped to his lap as a look of shame and humiliation crossed his face. Noah could have kicked himself for once again being so insensitive to Riley's feelings.

"Hey, there's no reason to feel ashamed." He said, taking one of Riley's hands in his. "We've all been there at one time or another. I can't say that the thought hasn't crossed my mind, because it has, many times. Sometimes, you just get so low that it feels like there's no way out."

Riley looked up, a bit surprised by Noah's words. "No one's ever explained it to me like that." He said. "Normally I'm told how selfish I am, that I don't care about anyone but myself or, they'll say that I'm being dramatic because there are people who are worse off then me and I should count myself lucky."

"The people who told you those things are idiots." Noah told him. "They have no right to tell yo how you should feel. Everyone handles grief and trauma differently. There isn't a right or wrong way to deal with it. Anyone who thinks there is has been misinformed."

"I dunno, most people never took me seriously. They thought I was just looking for attention. I can't tell you how many times I've been told to just grow up and get over it."

"I don't think most people understand how debilitating mental illness can be. Not unless they've experienced it for themselves. It's something that gets swept under the rug way too often."

"I agree, It's like they think you can take a pill and everything will be just fine. I hate it when I'm feeling depressed and people ask me if I've taken my medication." Riley rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Sometimes, I just feel sad, ya know? There's no reason for it and one stupid, little, pill isn't going to change how I feel."

"Yeah," Noah laughed bitterly. "Or, they ask, 'have you tried not being depressed?' As if I can just flip a switch."

"Oh, my, God." Riley laughed. "Like it's a conscious choice. Yeah, I always wake up and say, Gee, I think I'll be depressed and miserable today. That should be fun."

"Yeah," Noah chuckled. "They just don't get it, do they?"

"Nope." Riley shook his head. "Not at all."

"So, tell me something about yourself that no one knows." Noah said with a mischievous grin, trying to lighten the mood some.

"Well," Riley thought about the question. What could he tell Noah that he didn't already know? Riley was an open book, but he supposed there were some things he hadn't really shared about himself. He took another bite of his sandwich but almost choked on an unexpected laugh.

"You okay?" Noah asked, concerned.

Riley held up a hand and nodded as he struggled to swallow. He took a drink of soda then wiped his mouth on a napkin. "I'm sorry." He snickered, wiping stray tears from his eyes. "I just thought of something really stupid."

"Oh, well, please share." Noah grinned, folding his hands on the top of the table.

Again, Riley shook his head. "I can't, it's to dumb."

"Tell me." Noah pressed. "If you do, I'll share something embarrassing about myself."

"Now that I can't refuse." Riley said with a glint in his eye. "But, I have to warn you, this is really stupid."

"I'm all ears." Noah leaned forward, giving Riley his undivided attention.

"Okay, so, I love to cook." Riley started. His ears were already burning before he'd even began. "I don't get to do a lot of cooking now but I did most of it in my last foster home. So, anyway, I like to pretend, when I'm cooking, that I'm the host of my own cooking show. I talk to an invisible audience, tell jokes, and everything. I've even had imaginary guests on my show. I usually only do it when I know I'm alone but one day my foster father came home early and caught me. He just shook his head, told me I needed professional help, then walked away. I was so embarrassed I could have died right there."

Noah tried to hold back but he couldn't. As soon as Riley had finished, Noah let loose with a loud belly laugh. He could literally picture Riley standing in the kitchen, wearing an apron, in his mind it was one of those pink frilly aprons that fifties house wives wore on television, and cooking while hosting an imaginary show for an imaginary audience. It was just too cute. "I would definitely watch that show." He said, still laughing.

"Yeah, well, you're not gonna." Riley said with a wink before taking another sip of his soda.

"No, really. We have to get you in the kitchen here. I'll set up a camera and we can use the staff as your audience."

"Dream on." Riley giggled. "Anyway, it's your turn." He sat, eagerly looking across the table to Noah, waiting to hear what embarrassing moment he had to share.

Noah smirked, running a hand through his hair. "I did promise, didn't I?"

Riley nodded. "Yes you did, so spill."

Noah sighed. "I know I'm going to regret this but here goes. So, you know the scene in Risky Business, when Tom Cruise is dancing in his underwear?"

Riley's eyes went wide. "You didn't."

Noah cracked a grin. "I did. Same song and everything. I even slid across the floor in my socks. Mimicked the dance perfectly."

"Did anyone see you?"

Noah took a drink then nodded. "Thomas had the unfortunate honor of catching me when he came into the living room to ask me to turn the music down per my mother's request."

"Oh no." Riley put a hand over his mouth to stifle a giggle. "What did he do?"

"By that point, Thomas was used to my strange behavior but I don't think even he was prepared for that. To his credit, he didn't say anything to me but the look he gave me said enough."

Riley shook his head, still laughing as he tried to picture a young Noah dancing in his underwear. "How old were you? Like ten or twelve, or younger?"

"Twenty-two." Noah said and Riley nearly lost it.

"Twenty-two?" He asked, unsure if he'd heard correctly.

"Yep." Noah grinned. "I've matured since then though. Now I only dance in my underwear in the privacy of my room."

"That's probably a good thing." Riley laughed. "I'd hate to see what would happen if Tina had walked in on you instead of Thomas."

"Oh, God." Noah rolled his eyes. "I've have given her a heart attack."

"Or an orgasm." Riley said. "I'm sure you've seen the way she looks at you."

Noah just about spit his soda across the table. "Mr. Hicks!" He put his hand over his chest in pretend shock. "Such language! I'm appalled at you."

"Sure you are." Riley snickered. "You're the one that wanted to massage my ass earlier."

"Still do." Noah said, stuffing the rest of his sandwich into his mouth.

Riley just shook his head and grinned. He wouldn't admit it, not yet anyway, but the idea of Noah's hands on his ass was kind of appealing. Actually, the thought of Noah's hands anywhere on his body was appealing.

Their conversation continued to flow effortlessly as they moved on from one topic to another. Noah shared a bit about his family's business, explaining the ins and outs of what he did. Riley knew a little about what Noah's company did, but only what he'd read online. He knew that Noah's company, Medline Solutions, was the leading supplier in medical equipment and held several contracts with major health care corporations. Noah explained that for years, Medline Solutions had specialized in the manufacturing and distribution of medical supplies but with health tech on the rise, Noah wanted to take the company in a new direction by incorporating mental health tech into the many services they already offered.

Currently he was working on developing software for mental health facilities such as virtual therapy platforms, mood-tracking Aps, and AI-powered bots that would provide mental health support to patients. Noah's goal was to make mental health services better available to people like him who have difficulties leaving their homes.

"A lot of people feel self-conscious enough about seeking mental health help as it is and of course there are those who can't leave their homes due to either mental or physical disabilities. This way, they can benefit from the same quality of health care they'd get in a clinic but from the comfort of their own homes. A lot of the bigger cities already provide virtual health care to their patients. I want to give the providers in our area access to similar technologies that the larger companies are using."

"That's so amazing." Riley told him. "Something like that, Noah, it could change so many people's lives for the better. I can't even...you're such an amazing man. What you do is inspiring. You more than help people, you give them hope."

Noah couldn't help but notice how Riley's eyes lit up with interest as he listened to Noah speak. Riley had seemed captivated by Noah's every word. He'd hung onto each syllable, taking it all in. Noah found himself captivated by Riley as well. His gentle charm and genuine kindness. Noah felt a warmth spread through his chest as he listened to Riley praise his work. The passion in Riley's voice alone gave Noah a sense of pride. Riley really believed in Noah, in his idea, and he supported it, wholeheartedly.

Noah couldn't have asked for a more perfect partner. He realized just then how much he actually enjoyed being with Riley. He felt as though he could literally tell Riley anything. He could open up to Riley in a way that he couldn't with anyone else, not even his own mother. It became clear to Noah then that Riley's presence in his life was a gift, a rare and precious gift, and one that he was not going to take for granted.

Their lunch stretched on, the hours slipping by unnoticed as they lost themselves in each others company. Baxter cleared away the empty dishes and Noah reached across the table and took Riley's hands in his own.

"This was nice." Noah said.

"It was." Riley smiled at him as he starred into Noah's eyes.

"I'm really glad you decided to stay." Noah told him.

"I am too." Riley said, blushing. "I've really enjoyed our time together, Noah."

"So have I. I'm just sorry that I couldn't take you out someplace better."

Riley tilted his head to the side and sighed heavily. "Noah, you don't need to impress me with fancy restaurants or expensive gifts. I don't care about any of that. Being here, with you, is all that matters to me. Just you. That's all I need."

Noah brought Riley's hands to his lips and softly kissed them. "You, Riley Hicks, are a dream come true."

Riley smiled. "If this is a dream, I hope we never wake up because I never want this day to end."

As the midday sun stretched out across the horizon, and shards of light broke through the window, painting dappled patterns of light across the floor, and casting a soft, golden glow over the kitchen, Noah and Riley shared a moment of silent understanding, realizing that they had found something special in each other--a bond that was more than mere friendship. A bond that held the promise of something deeper and infinitely more precious.

Noah and Riley shared an affectionate smile, their fingers brushing against each other ever so briefly as they rose from the table. Noah offered Riley his arm and Riley gladly accepted it.

"Last step on the tour." Noah said as they walked out of the kitchen together. "The rose room. I really think you're going to like it."

***

Noah led Riley down the hallway on the second floor, the same hallway that Riley had first walked down when going to meet Noah in person for the very first time. They didn't go to the end of the hall to Noah's rooms this time though, instead, they stopped a few doors down, outside a door marked with an intricate brass plaque bearing the name, "Rose Room."

Riley must have walked past this very room on his way to meet Noah though he had failed to notice it at the time. He blamed his lack of attention to the building apprehension over seeing the man, he had spent the past three months talking with, in the flesh.

Riley couldn't ignore the room now with its opulent sign as the door stood before him like a metaphorical bridge between his old life and the one that awaited him once he crossed the threshold.

"Here we are, Riley. This is your room now." Noah said, his voice tinged with pride as he pushed open the door to reveal the breathtaking interior beyond.

The room was a vision of elegance and beauty, encompassing the timeless charm of the Victorian era. The walls, adorned with pastel hues of rose and cream, reminded Riley of standing in a floral meadow. Delicate floral patterns were woven through the plush carpeting as well as the upholstery of the antique furniture. The room was lit by an overhead light in the ceiling. Small lamps rested on the bedside tables, giving Riley the option for dimmer lighting if he so chose.

It was all so stunningly gorgeous, even the more modern amenities didn't distract or seem out of place. Everything in the room seemed to blend seamlessly together in perfect harmony. The crowning jewel of the room though was the balcony window, overlooking the lush rose garden below. Though it was currently February, Noah explained how the garden would burst into full bloom come spring and summer, filling the room with the intoxicating fragrance of roses.

"Wow." Riley breathed, his eyes wide with wonder as he took in the sight before him, scarcely believing that this was actually his room. "Noah, it's magnificent."

"You really like it?" Noah asked, his tone hopeful. "If you'd prefer something else, something more..."

"No." Riley spun around to look at Noah. "It's perfect, Noah, I love it."

Noah sighed in relief. "I'm happy to hear you say that." He said, a fond smile playing across his lips. "This is probably my favorite room in the entire house. I don't know why but I've always been drawn to this room, like it was important somehow. Anyway, it's been empty for so long, it's good to finally have use for it again."

"Who decorated it?" Riley asked. "The design is stunning."

"Who actually designed it is unknown. All we do know is that my Great-grandfather had the room built for his wife, Rose. Ironically, she adored roses, probably as much as you do, hence the same. It's been rumored that it was actually named Rose's room but over the years became the rose room. No one really knows for sure though."

Riley smiled. "It's Rose's room." He said, almost in a whisper. "It was made for her. It's her room and will always be her room, no matter who uses it."

"I like that." Noah said, placing a hand on the small of Riley's back. "It's almost like you can still feel her presence here."

"It's wonderful, Noah. Thank you." Riley turned, then wrapped his arms around Noah's waist and hugged him. Noah closed his eyes as he too wrapped his arms around Riley, holding him close. Riley lay his head against Noah's chest and for the moment, they just held each other.

After several long and wonderful minutes, Riley finally pulled back and looked at Noah. Slowly, Noah cupped Riley's face with his hands. His thumb trailed lightly over Riley's cheek. Riley's eyelids fluttered but he kept his eyes focused on Noah. His large, beautiful, brown eyes looked straight through Noah, directly into his heart and to his very soul.

Noah's heart sped up, matching the flutter in Riley's chest perfectly. In that moment, Noah felt as if they had become one being, perfectly intertwined in blissful symmetry. Slowly, carefully, Noah bent down and covered Riley's mouth with his own. The kiss was deep, passionate, and all consuming.

Riley felt his knees buckle. He would have fallen to the floor if not for Noah's strong arms holding him up. Noah's hand slid over him, one moving slowly down his back and resting at the base of Riley's spine, the other cupped Riley's ass as Noah pulled him closer, crushing their bodies together. Riley lifted his eyes to gaze into Noah's. Noah's blue orbs peered back at Riley through a haze of need and desire. Riley's heart was racing and in that moment he wanted nothing more than to have Noah claim him as his own.

Riley needed him and from the look in Noah's eyes, he needed Riley just as much. He lifted up, wrapping his arms around Noah's neck, pulling him back down into another, burning, kiss. He kissed him hungrily, devouring his mouth. Noah opened his mouth, granting entry to Riley's tongue. He nipped and sucked at it, taking possession of what was his. Riley moaned into the kiss, pressing himself harder against Noah as if trying to crawl into his very flesh.

Riley was hard, unbearably hard and, from what he could feel pressed against him, Noah was just as aroused as Riley. This was it, Riley was certain. Any minute now Noah would carry Riley to the bed, lay him down against the soft fabric of the comforter and make sweet, passionate, love to him. Riley told himself he was ready. Ready to give himself to Noah, mind, body, and soul.

He wanted him and he was sure that Noah wanted him just as badly. His desire was consuming him, the need too great but, just as he was certain that Noah was going to take him and claim his body, he pulled away.

Breathless and confused, Riley staggered backwards, unable to control the whimper of need that escaped his lips. "Why?" Was all he could manage, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. Noah placed a finger against Riley's lips and smiled.

"Not yet." He whispered. "Not here. When the time is right, but not yet. Our first time should be something special, something memorable. I want our first time to be perfect."

"It will be." Riley said through ragged breaths. "If it's with you, it will be perfect."

"We have time, Riley."

Riley opened his mouth to argue, to plead with Noah, to tell him he was ready now. All he needed was Noah. Nothing else mattered to him but Noah. Before he could say a word though, Noah reached out and pulled Riley into a crushing embrace.

"I want to do right by you, Riley. Please, give me this. I want to cherish you, not just your body but you as a while. I want t take care of you, provide for you, and protect you. I want to treat you as you were meant to be treated, as a precious gift because that's what you are. I've known it since the first time we met. You, Riley, are everything I have ever wanted and I don't want to mess this up."

Hearing Noah speak those words, all the fight in Riley seemed to ebb away. He could wait. It was killing him, but if that's what Noah wanted, he could wait.

"Alright." Riley took a quick breath then smiled. "We'll wait."

"Thank you." Noah ran his thumb along Riley's bottom lip and Riley's breath hitched. "I'm going to leave you to settle in now." Noah told him. "I have a few things to take care of and you have unpacking to do. I have something special planed for us tonight." Noah announced, his eyes filled with excitement. "Get ready, I'll come back to get you at six. Sound good?"

Riley's face lit up with a smile and he nodded. "Sounds perfect."

Giving Riley one last kiss good-bye, Noah left the room, leaving Riley alone to catch his breath and settle into his new surroundings. With a sense of anticipation building in his chest, Riley quickly unpacked his duffel bag, putting each article of clothing neatly in his new dresser. When he was finished, Riley made his way to the lavish bathroom to put away his toiletry items. Seeing the huge, claw foot tub, Riley decided to indulge in a bath as well before getting ready for the evening.

As he sank into the fragrant bubbles, Riley couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement at the prospect of what lay in store--a night filled with laughter, good food, and maybe the promise of something more.

Chapter Six

The clock read a quarter till six as Riley stepped out of the warm embrace of his bath. He went to the dresser where he'd carefully put away his clothes earlier. Looking through everything, he was at a loss as to what to wear. He didn't have much and what he did have wasn't in the best of shape. He wasn't even sure how he was supposed to dress for Noah's big surprise. Casual? Fancy? Not that he really owned anything fancy. In fact, he'd never even owned a suit in his life. Even at his graduation he only wore jeans and a T-shit with his favorite band depicted on the front. Luckily, his graduation gown covered his poor choice in attire.

It's not like it mattered much anyway. He had no graduation party to attend afterward, no celebratory dinner. He had returned home and began his normal chores with no mention of the special day. He didn't even get a "congratulations" from his foster parents who hadn't even bothered to show up for his ceremony. He supposed he was lucky that they had even allowed him to go but still, a little recognition would have been nice. Alex, his foster brother and best friend, would have been there if he hadn't left for college the year before. He at least had sent Riley a card. He still had that card, tucked away in his diary. It was the only card he'd ever gotten since his parents had died.

After careful consideration, Riley decided on a crisp, white, dress shirt with well-worn jeans. He brushed his auburn locks back into a neat ponytail, the strands catching the light like threads of spun copper. If he'd owned any after shave or cologne, he would have used them but he didn't, so he would just have to rely on his deodorant alone to keep him smelling fresh and clean. The rose scented body wash and shampoo he'd found in the bathroom helped too. Thank God for Noah who had thought of all the little things that Riley himself might have over looked.

Now that he was dressed and properly groomed, Riley sat on the massive, four poster bed, as he anxiously awaited Noah's arrival. A few moments later and a soft knock at the door echoed throughout the room. Riley's heart quickened. Taking a deep breath, he slid off the bed and made his way to the door, stopping briefly to check his reflection in the full length mirror next to the wardrobe. Slowly, Riley opened the door and froze. A warm sense of excitement rushed through him. Noah stood, looking down at him, and the man was absolutely stunning.

Riley had only ever seen Noah in his casual wear. Even when they had chatted on cam, Noah had usually been in just a simple T-shirt and jeans. What he was wearing now put everything else he had ever worn to shame. He was dressed in a dark gray, tailored suit that seemed to accentuate every contour of his form. His suit was complimented by a pair of dark brown, leather oxfords, exquisitely polished to an eye-popping shine. Riley couldn't help but feel a pang of inadequacy as he took in Noah's elegance.

"Are you ready?" Noah asked, his eyes bright with anticipation.

"Yes." Riley managed, his voice barely above a whisper. "But. I think I may be under dressed."

"Don't worry about that." Noah told him. "This night is about us, not what you're wearing, and besides, you'd look beautiful even in a burlap sack."

Riley blushed. "I think you're exaggerating."

"No, I'm not. You're beautiful, Riley. Everything about you is beautiful. Your eyes, your hair, everything. The sooner you accept that, the better."

"Thank you." Riley raised up on his tip toes and kissed Noah's cheek.

"You're more than welcome." Noah said. He then offered his arm to Riley. "Shall we?"

Riley nodded and accepted Noah's arm graciously, feeling a rush of warmth at the contact. Together they walked down the hall then descended the stairs, Riley's heart fluttering like a trapped bird in his chest. Noah hadn't said where they were going but based on the way that Noah was dressed, Riley doubted it was back to the kitchen where they'd had their lunch. They weren't going in the direction of the family dinning room, or the formal dinning room either. It wasn't until they turned down a familiar corridor that Riley realized where it was that Noah was taking him, the music room.

They had visited the music room briefly on the tour of the mansion and Riley had mentioned how beautiful it was, with it's polished floors, heavy drapes, and the baby grand that was sat near a large bank of windows. Riley had remarked on how he loved the piano and had always wanted to learn to play. Next to the library, the music room was probably his second favorite room.

As they entered the music room, Riley's breath caught in his throat. The room was bathed in the soft glow of candle light. Shadows danced across the walls. In the center of the room sat a table for two, adorned with flickering candles. A single, red, rose graced the center of the table, it's petals unfurling in a delicate ballet.

"Oh, Noah." Riley's voice trailed off, overwhelmed by the beauty of what he saw before him. The room had been transformed into a scene of enchantment. Even the dulcet tones of instrumental music floated through the air, adding to the ambiance.

Riley's heart swelled with love as Noah guided him to his seat. In true gentlemanly fashion, Noah pulled out Riley's seat for him before taking his own. A moment later and Baxter appeared as if by magic. Tina and Maggie followed, pushing in an elegant, chrome, serving trolley that held a feast fit for royalty.

Tina placed a basket of rolls on the table then quickly went to stand next to her mother near the serving cart. Maggie stood with a huge smile on her face as she awaited her instructions. Tina, on the other hand, did not look as enthused as her mother. Again, Riley felt sorry for her. It was obvious she had a crush on Noah but her feelings for him were not reciprocated. First loves were always the hardest to get over. Riley knew that fact all to well. Watching Alex leave for college was the hardest thing Riley had ever had to do aside from saying goodbye to his parents but he barely even remembered that time of his life.

It had taken him time to get over Alex. He was, after all, the first person who had ever really shown Riley any measure of kindness. They'd kept in touch for a while but as time dragged on, their communications became less and less and then stopped all together. Riley didn't blame Alex. He had a life to live that just didn't involve Riley now. Riley just hoped that wherever he was, whatever he was doing, he was happy. As for Tina, Riley knew that she would eventually move on from her crush and hopefully find someone else. She was young still and had her entire life ahead of her. Noah wouldn't be the only crush she'd develop. Maybe, someday, she'd even fall in love.

Riley was brought out of his thoughts as Baxter stepped up to the table. "Good evening, gentlemen." He greeted them. "If it pleases you, allow me to present tonight's menu."

"Yes, please do." Noah said, giving Baxter an approving nod.

"Very good, Sir." Baxter nodded to the two women who were acting as the servers for the evening. Each picked up a plate of food and set it before Noah and Riley as Baxter explained the dish that had been been prepared. "To begin your night." Baxter said, beginning his presentation as if they were in an upscale and expensive restaurant instead of the music room in Noah's mansion. Riley appreciated the level of detail that was put into creating an authentic fine dinning experience. "You will enjoy a peppery arugula salad paired with creamy burrata cheese, thinly sliced prosciutto, roasted tomatoes, drizzled with a tangy balsamic glaze and finished with just a sprinkle of toasted pine nuts."

Riley barely understood any of the words that Baxter had used to describe the salad but looking at the dish before him made his mouth water in anticipation. When Riley thought of a salad he thought of bagged, ice burg lettuce, and few fixings. The plate before him though was a symphony of color mixed with the tangy, sweet, combination that was an explosion of flavor and refreshing to the palate. The very first mouthful had him moaning in pure bliss.

When they had finished with their salads, the women removed the empty bowls and then delivered the second course of the meal, the appetizers. Once again, Baxter gave a detailed description of the food that had been placed so elegantly upon the table.

"As an appetizer." Baxter began, "We are serving Oysters Rockefeller, topped with a luxurious mixture of spinach, shallots, butter, and Pernod, baked to perfection. For your wine, a crisp and refreshing Chardonnay with notes of green apples, citrus, and a hint of oak wood to complement the delicate flavor of the oysters."

Riley had never had oysters before and he wasn't sure that he would even like them. He'd heard they were an acquired taste. Not wanting to be rude though, he decided to at least sample one. At first he noticed that it had a strong briny taste. It tasted distinctly of the ocean which Riley actually found to be quite delicious.

"What do you think?" Noah asked, watching Riley closely.

"They're good." Riley told him, smiling. "Better than I thought they would be, honestly. Kind of reminds me of the sea food buffet at that Chinese place on Lakeview."

Noah laughed. "I've never ordered from there but now I might have to try it."

Riley gave him a quick wink. "They're good. Especially the egg drop soup and shrimp Lo Mein."

"Definitely have to try it then." Noah smiled, picking up another oyster and popping it into his mouth.

As each new course was introduced, the used dishes were removed and the wine poured and as with the other courses, Baxter described each new dish as it was being delivered to the table.

"For the main dish." Baxter said as a new course of steaming cuisine was brought to the table, "I have prepared Beef Wellington. A tender filet Mignon coated in a rich mushroom duxellers, wrapped in a flaky puff pastry and baked to a golden brown. This dish is served with a velvety demi-glace sauce infused with hints of red wine and thyme, alongside roasted asparagus spears and truffle mashed potatoes.

In addition, we'll be serving a succulent lobster risotto. Lobster tail meat nestled atop a creamy bed of Arborio rice and cooked in a lobster-infused broth. This dish is garnished with chives and a drizzle of truffle oil. Both dishes are served with a Cabernet Sauvignon, a full-bodied red wine with hints of blackberry, dark chocolate, and a touch of spice.

For your desert, you will enjoy a decadent chocolate lava cake with a molten center, served warm, alongside a vibrant raspberry coulis and garnished with a dusting of powdered sugar and fresh mint leaves."

Each dish was a masterpiece, from the delicate salad to the succulent main course. The wine flowed freely, and the sweet aroma of each dish filled the air around them. Riley picked up his glass, looking at it hesitantly. "I've never actually had wine before." He admitted, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

Noah smiled warmly. "Just take your time and savor it." He told him. "You might find that you like it."

Starting with the Chardonnay, Riley took a sip and at once his taste buds awakened to the rich flavors. To Riley's surprise, he found himself enjoying the wine's complexity, savoring each sip as the evening unfolded. The Chardonnay was tasty, Riley couldn't deny that, but he found that he enjoyed the taste of the Cabernet even more. The marriage of chocolate and spice created a tantalizing outpouring of flavor that bust on his tongue and overwhelmed his senses. It was unlike anything he'd ever had the pleasure of tasting before.

The best part of the meal, for Riley though, was the cake. Riley had always been a lover of chocolate but when he bit into the lava cake he suddenly thought he had died and gone to chocolate heaven. The richness of the gooey, chocolate center that oozed out with each forkful, caused an explosion of flavor in his mouth that had him moaning in a way that had Noah wishing he were the cause instead of the cake.

It wasn't just the sweetness of the chocolate or even the way it melted in Riley's mouth though the chocolate brought a moment of bliss to the tongue as sweet as the moment a rose opens for the eyes, it was also the memories it brought with it. Memories of birthdays with his dads or the ice cream from the shop down the street from his parent's house. Memories that Riley clung onto with every ounce of strength he had lest they be forgotten with time and age. He cherished those memories. They were all that he had left.

Once they had finished eating, Baxter, Maggie and Tina quickly cleaned up and left the room. Noah pulled a small, black, remote from his pocket and after pressing a few buttons, if the night wasn't already perfect enough, the Rose, by Bette Midler began to play throughout the room. Noah rose from his seat and extended his hand to Riley. "May I have this dance?" He asked, looking down at the omega who had captured his heart.

Riley's heart fluttered as he stood, his hand trembling as it met Noah's. "I...I don't know how to dance." He said softly, his eyes meeting Noah's.

Noah's smile was reassuring. "It's Okay." He said, "Just follow my lead."

With a nod, Riley allowed himself to be guided to the dance floor. The gentle melody of the music filled the air as Noah's arms encircled him, guiding him effortlessly across the floor. With each step, Riley felt himself surrendering to the music. They danced in perfect harmony as the world around them faded away until there was only the two of them, lost in the magic of the moment. Riley melted into Noah's arms, their bodies moved and swayed to the music, pressed together in an intimate embrace. Then, as the music reached its crescendo, Noah leaned in and pressed his lips to Riley's.

It was so right, so perfect. Riley fit against him as though he were made to exist in Noah's arms, and he never wanted to let him go. Noah opened his mouth and he felt Riley respond in kind. Their tongues met, dancing together in the wet heat of their mouths. Noah's body came alive, burning with desire as he heard Riley's needful gasp. He slid his tongue deeper into the omega's mouth, tasting him. He tasted sweet, like wine and chocolate. Noah felt himself growing hard and soon in a effort to calming his growing desire, he started to pull back, meaning to break the kiss but Riley held onto him, refusing to let go.

Riley slid his hands up Noah's chest and around the back of his neck, pressing his body further against him. Noah moaned, reaching down and cupping Riley's ass. He loved how close they were, how their bodies molded together as though were made for each other. Noah kissed him greedily, sucking and biting at his full, pink, lips. He trailed kisses along Riley's jaw and then his neck. He could feel the heat from Riley's body and smell his scent, sweet and floral, like roses.

"My rose." Noah whispered into Riley's ear.

"What?" Riley asked, his voice sounding quiet and disconnected as though he were lost in a trance.

"You're my rose." Noah repeated in equally hushed tones.

"I love roses." Riley purred into the side of Noah's neck, wrapping his arms tighter around the alpha.

"I know." Noah smiled. "So do I."

***

Lilian glanced at the clock. It was almost ten but she couldn't seem to settle her nerves enough to wind down for the night. Noah had not joined her for dinner and when she discovered the reason why, she was livid. She knew that Noah had intended to invite Riley to stay in the mansion but Lilian had hoped, after their heated discussion over breakfast, that Riley would take the hint and leave. Apparently he was more determined to worm his way into Noah's bed than she'd originally thought. No matter, Lilian was just as determined, if not more so. She planned to end Noah's infatuation with Riley before he got in to deep.

Seated behind her mahogany desk, Lilian tapped her perfectly manicured nails impatiently as she considered her options. The air in the room was heavy with the scent of expensive perfume, the faintest aroma of stale coffee, and Lilian's growing frustration. She needed information and she needed it fast. There was only one person that she knew could be trusted not to betray her to Noah. Picking up her smart phone, she quickly dialed a familiar number then waited, anxiously, for the call to be picked up.

After a few rings, a gravely voice answered on the other end. "Hello?"

"Lewis, it's Lilian." She said, her tone cool and business like.

She immediately heard a groan coming from the other end of the line. "Lilian, it's late. What's this about?"

"I need a favor." She replied, lowering her voice to a soft whisper.

There was a slight pause and then a very audible sigh."I'm all out of favors to give." The voice on the phone said, not hiding his annoyance with the late night call.

"Don't give me that." Lilian hissed. "Lewis, you owe me."

Another pause. "Fine. What do you need?"

Lilian leaned back in her chair, a calculating gleam in her eyes. "I need you to do some digging for me."

"Business or personal?"

"Personal." She said. "I want you to look into the background of someone named Riley Hicks. He's...involved with my son, Noah. I need to know everything about him."

"Riley Hicks, huh? Any particular reason?"

Lilian hesitated for a moment before answering, her voice tinged with bitterness. "I have reason to believe that he's not what he seems. He grew up in foster care, apparently. His parents were killed in a car accident, or so he claims. I want to know the details of that accident, who his parents were, what they did and where he went after they died. I want to know if he has any living family, where he went to school, where he's worked. And most importantly, I want to know if he's hiding anything from Noah."

When Lewis spoke again, there was a note of concern in his voice. "Lilian, are you sure about this? You seem...determined to find something, even if there isn't anything there to find."

Lilian's jaw tightened. "I'm sure. I just need to know if this boy is genuine or, as I suspect, he's just after Noah's money."

Lewis sighed. "Alright, I'll get started right away but remember, sometimes the truth can be difficult to accept."

Lilian rubbed at her temples, frowning. "I'm well aware that, Lewis. Just get me the information I need."

"Alright. Give me a few days and I'll be in touch."

"Be quick about it." With that, she ended the call, her mind already spinning with possibilities. One thing that really bothered her though was the name Hicks. It seemed so familiar, like she had heard it somewhere before yet, she just couldn't place it. At any rate, something about Noah's new friend just didn't sit right with her. If Riley was hiding something, and she was almost certain that he was, she would find out soon enough. She was determined to expose the truth about Riley Hicks no matter what the cost.

***

Riley rested his head on Noah's shoulder, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart beat against his chest. They danced another two dances, swaying together as the melody of each new song wrapped around them like a warm embrace. 

Finally, as the last song came to an end, they returned to the table and Noah refilled each of their glasses. Riley took a small, tentative, sip of his wine. Already feeling the effects of the drink, he didn't want to get too intoxicated. He had to admit though, the wine did make him feel more relaxed and also a bit giddy. He was surprised at how quickly it had affected him. This wasn't his first time drinking alcohol though it wasn't something he indulged in regularly, he still thought he should have been able to handle it better.

Noah, on the other hand, seemed perfectly fine. The wine obviously had not had the same effect on him as it had Riley. Of course, Noah's size probably helped him metabolize the alcohol better. He was taller than Riley and more muscular. And, generally speaking, alphas were just plain stronger so, of course he'd be able to hold his alcohol better than Riley.

"Wow." Riley said, setting his glass back down, feeling a bit flushed."How strong is this?"

Noah chuckled. "You're just not used to it." He said. "My mother can down an entire bottle of this for breakfast and then go jogging."

"Your mom drinks wine for breakfast?" Riley asked, his eyes growing wide with shock. "Morning, noon, and night." Noah said, taking another small drink. "She's what some might call a functioning alcoholic though she'll never admit that she has a problem."

"One of my foster fathers was a pretty bad alcoholic." Riley said. "He wasn't a mean drunk, thankfully, but he wasn't very functioning. He drank mostly to elevate back pain he had from a work related accident. Mostly he slept all day. When he was awake he'd sit around and whine about how horrible his life was and how no body loved him."

Noah shook his head in disgust. "How can authorities even allow people like that to become foster parents?"

Riley shrugged. "I don't think he was always that way. Just in the last few years and no one ever complained or turned him in. The kids they had weren't abused or neglected and there are so few families willing to take in omegas to begin with, I think it was just easier to turn a blind eye."

"It's still not right." Noah told him. "A child deserves decent parents, omega or not."

"I didn't have it as bad as a lot of foster kids do. I'm grateful for that. My life could have been a lot worse than what it was."

"It's infuriating that you'd even have that concern." Noah took another drink, this one larger than just a sip. "A child shouldn't have to fear that the next family they go to might abuse them. What's wrong with our society that children don't feel safe in their own homes?"

"Unfortunately, a lot." Riley said with a sigh. "Even after you age out of foster care you still carry around the stigma of being a foster child. People treat you differently. They think you're defective or something. It's like, our parents didn't want us so there must be something wrong with us. They don't stop and think about the children who don't even have parents, or kids who were taken from their parents. It's just so much easier to blame the kids."

"And that is a shit thing to do. It is in no way the child's fault." Noah looked into Riley's eyes and tried to imagine what life must be like for him. Not only was he an omega but also having to live with the stigma of being a foster kid. He shouldn't be treated any differently for either of those things but that was the society that they lived in, and it sucked.

"Sometimes, it's no one's fault." Riley said softly. "Sometimes, shit just happens and there's nothing you can do except keep living, even when you want to give up, you just have to keeping moving forward."

"I admire your strength so much." Noah told him. "You've been through so much and still have this positive outlook. It's amazing."

Riley smiled, affectionately at Noah. "Well, it helps being able to talk to you." He said. "You always cheer me up. I always looked forward to our chats. Especially after a hard day at work. I couldn't wait to get on my phone so I could see your face and hear your voice. You always made me smile. It's like you knew the right things to say to make me feel better. You're like the one good thing I always have to look forward to."

Noah reached out and touched Riley's hand. "I feel the same way about you." He said. "You've brightened my day on so many occasions. I knew that no matter what happened or how bad I was feeling, you'd be there, ready to give me hope and light up my world with your beautiful smile."

Riley felt himself blush at Noah's words. Riley's mind was a whirlwind or emotions, his heart still racing from their dance and the lingering taste of Noah's lips on his. Now, hearing how Noah felt about him, it brought another question to mind.

During their dance, Noah had called Riley "My Rose," a tender nickname that seemed to hold a world of meaning beneath it's petals. Riley had to know if it meant what he hoped it meant, or if Noah had simple spoken the words in the heat of the moment.

"Do...do you really love roses?" Riley asked, his voice soft with uncertainty.

Noah's eyes met his and Riley saw a flicker of emotion in the depths of his eyes though what it meant he could not say. Noah smiled at him, his fingers tracing the rim of his wine glass. "I do." He admitted. "And, I love you, Riley."

Riley's breath caught in his throat, the words hanging heavy in the air between them. He hadn't dared to hope that Noah felt the same way, but now, hearing the truth spoken aloud, he felt a rush of joy and relief wash over him.

"I've felt this way for a while now." Noah told him. "I wasn't sure at first if what I felt was real so I wanted to meet you in person first. I didn't know if I'd feel the same way once we were in the same room together but after I saw you that first time, I knew. If anything, what I've felt for you has only grown stronger. I do love you, Riley. I love you more than I have loved anyone or anything in my life. You're everything to me. You're my entire world."

Riley felt tears of happiness fill his eyes. Noah's words resonated with him on a such a deeply emotional level that he could scarcely believe what he was hearing was real. Everything Noah had told him, how Noah felt, all of it echoed Riley's sentiments exactly. Riley had felt a sense of belonging the first time they had met and that feeling had grown stronger with each passing moment. Riley was unsure at first if what he was feeling was real as well but after seeing Noah in person and spending time with him, it was impossible to deny. Riley had fallen in love with Noah.

The two of them, together, was the only thing that made sense to Riley now. It was as if they had always been meant to be together. Noah was the missing piece that made Riley whole. Now that they had found each other, it was like everything had just kind of fallen into place.

"Noah." Riley said, wiping the tears from his eyes. "I feel the same about you. I was just too scared to say anything because I wasn't sure if you felt the same way about me."

Noah laughed gently after hearing Riley's confession. "I guess we're both pretty new at this whole dating thing." He said. "We still have a lot to learn."

"Yeah." Riley agreed. "I mean, neither of us has ever been in a serious relationship before or have the greatest social skills. It's bound to take some time to figure this all out."

"Time is something we have plenty of." Noah told him. "And, every second that I spend with you makes me realize just how wonderful you are."

"Same here." Riley smiled and his eyes gleamed with the love he had for Noah. "I treasure every moment with you."

Noah stood, picking up the bottle of wine and their now empty glasses. "Let's take this conversation someplace a bit more private." He said.

"Alright." Riley stood up, a flutter of excitement rushing through him. "How about my room?" He suggested.

"That sounds good." Noah smiled back at him. "Lead the way." Riley nodded and Noah waited for him to walk around him and toward the door before following closely behind. A moment later and they had left the music room and were headed down the hall and toward the stairs.

***

It was late, almost ten at night when they'd left the music room. The house was always quiet with only Noah and his mother and a handful of staff in the house but now, the quiet mixed with the gentle stillness in the air added a tranquility to the mansion that Riley hadn't felt before. The quiet solitude of the mansion was a welcome change from the noisy motel that always seemed to be bustling with activity, even at night.

Between cars coming and going, the steady hum of the ice machine or the sounds of drunk guests laughing loudly as they passed by his room, Riley found it almost impossible to get a full nights sleep. There was also the constant fear of his room being broken into. The motel was located in a high crime area and often rented rooms to some very unsavory people. It was a favorite spot for prostitutes to bring their Johns as the rooms were cheap and could be rented by the hour.

In all honesty, Riley hated the place. He would love to just march into his managers office, turn in his smock and keys and tell the creep where he could go but he just couldn't do that. His pride refused to allow him to be solely supported by Noah and besides, Riley liked having his own money, money that was earned and not just given to him. It felt good to contribute something, no matter how small that contribution was.

They reached the second floor and quickly made their way to the rose room. Riley loved the room and he felt content within it's floral walls. He knew the room had been designed with Rose Reaney in mind but Riley couldn't help but think that the room, in part, had also been meant for him. It was just so perfect, like a room straight from one of his fantasies. He felt at home in the room, like he belonged there.

Noah and Riley sat cross-legged on the floor near the bed. Noah filled their glasses and they shared a quick toast before slowly sipping the wine. The rich aroma of the wine filled the air as their heartfelt conversation filled the quiet space between them. They talked of dreams and fears, hopes and aspirations, each revelation drawing them closer together until they were sharing pieces of themselves that they had not dared to show anyone else, creating a stronger bond between them.

Riley looked down at the glass in his hand, gently swirling the liquid around, watching it hit the sides of the glass like waves crashing over rocks. "This is the first time I've ever sat on a carpet and drank wine." He mused. "It seems like something teenage omegas might do at a slumber party."

"Ever been to a slumber party?" Noah asked, showing genuine interest.

Riley shook his head, taking another slow sip of his wine. "No one had ever asked me to one. I wasn't exactly one of the popular kids. I had a couple friends in grade school but we only really ever hung out at school. I was too ashamed to invite anyone over to any of my foster homes. In high school I was pretty much a loner. What about you? I know you never leave the mansion but did you ever have any parties here?"

"Once." Noah sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. "I was twelve and my mother wanted to try and socialize me a bit more. I guess she thought that if I saw what I was missing, I'd be more apt to want to leave the house."

"What happened?" Riley asked, scooting closer to Noah until their thighs were touching.

"Nothing much." Noah admitted. "I tried to interact with the other kids but there were so many of them and it was so loud. My senses were on overload and I ended up hiding through most of the party."

"Was your mom angry with you?"

"No. She was disappointed but not angry. She rarely ever got angry with me. She never hosted another party after that though. Not even for any of Charles's birthdays. I felt kind of bad about that but Mother just worried the large crowds would upset me."

"You say large crowds upset you but, what about smaller, more intimate gatherings? Like, is there a limit to how many people you feel comfortable around at one time?" Riley didn't want to put Noah on the sport or make him feel uncomfortable but he was genuinely interested in Noah and what he was okay with.

"I don't typically like gatherings of any kind." Noah said, being as honest as possible. "I can tolerate a few close friends and family, but not for long. Anytime we have more than four or five people over, I'll usually barricade myself in my room until they all leave."

"Is that why you keep such a small staff?"

Noah nodded. "Small and familiar. I absolutely refuse to hire outside help from an agency. It's not that I think their work is subpar or even that I'm worried they would steal. I just can't handle new faces coming and going all the time. It takes me a while to trust new people and constantly changing staff would make it impossible to get used to or trust any of them."

"I can understand that." Riley told him. "That's basically how I felt every time I was sent to a new foster home. I didn't know the people, or the other kids, if they had any, and I didn't warm up to them very easily. When I did start to feel more at home in one place, I'd be shipped off someplace else. That's why I never really connected with anyone. Most of the time I figured I wouldn't be there long enough to get close to anyone anyway so I mostly kept to myself."

"That sounds like you had a very lonely childhood." Noah said.

Riley nodded, the look on his face pained. He looked lost almost. Like a single balloon floating through the air with no hope of ever landing. "It was very lonely." He said, finally. "But I imagine your childhood was just as lonely as mine. Neither of us really had friends or got to do fun stuff like go on family vacations or parties."

"Yeah." Noah agreed, speaking softly, thoughtfully. "But I had my mother and Charlie and, of course, the staff. My staff are more like family as well so I was never truly alone. I couldn't even imagine having no one but especially not having parents. It breaks my heart just thinking about it. It must have been so hard for you."

"I did have some good experiences too though so, it wasn't all bad."

"Really? Like what?" Noah's eyes lit up. The conversation had taken a more somber turn and Noah was looking forward to hearing of Riley's more positive memories of his time in foster care.

"Oh, well." Riley thought for a moment. Memories of a happier time in his childhood swiftly came to mind and he smiled, recalling how he felt during those moments in his life. "There was this time when I was seven, my foster mom at the time, Linda, would take me to the local YMCA every Saturday for swimming lessons. I knew she only did it to get rid of me for a while and the lessons were free but I didn't care. I loved swimming, still do, and the instructor was so nice. At the end of the lesson they'd let us play in the pool until our parents came to pick us up. I was always the last to leave so for about ten minutes or so I had the entire pool to myself. I'd say it was probably one of the happiest times of my life."

"Did you get the chance to swim anymore, after the lessons?"

"Yeah." Riley smiled a huge smile, showing just how much he enjoyed his time at the pool. "The Y had a summer youth program that I joined for a few years, and one place I stayed was within walking distance to the community pool. I've always felt more at home in the water. It's like whenever I entered the pool, all my worries just kind of floated away. Nothing and no one existed outside the water. It was the only time I could ever truly let go and just free my mind. It was just me and the water, nothing else."

"You really do love the water, don't you?" Noah asked, intrigued.

"Oh, hell yes." Riley chuckled. "If I could grow fins and live in the water, I would."

"Well, why don't we make swimming a part of our schedule tomorrow. We can have breakfast in the breakfast nook, then maybe I'll give you a tour of the grounds. We have a really beautiful lake on the property I'd like to show you and of course the horse stables. The woods are kind of barren this time of year but in the spring they're just beautiful. After you've seen the grounds we can go swimming and after that I was thinking maybe an in door picnic lunch."

"That all sounds amazing, Noah, but I don't own a pair of swimming trunks."

Noah could hear the disappointment in Riley's voice and that was something he planned to remedy as soon as possible. "That's not a problem." He said, matter-of-factly. "I can send out for a pair tomorrow and have them delivered before we're even back from the tour."

"Oh no. You don't need to do that, Noah. I can wait until I get paid in a week." Riley protested. "It will be fine." He didn't sound fine. Noah picked up on that right away. The sound of his voice and the look in his eyes told Noah just how excited the idea of swimming in his Olympic sized pool made Riley and how discouraged he sounded when talking about waiting for a week to use it.

"None sense," Noah said, shaking his head. "I want to do this for you and besides, I can't wait a week to see that cute little ass or yours in some tight little swimming trunks."

"Oh, my, God!" Riley practically fell over laughing. "Noah Reaney, you are too much."

"So, we have a plan? Swimming tomorrow?" Noah gave Riley a playful wink.

Riley nodded, unable to deny Noah when he seemed so excited about the day he had planned out for them. "It sounds amazing." Riley told him. And, it did sound amazing to Riley. Honestly, anything that allowed him to spend more time with Noah sounded like heaven. Noah wanting to swim just made the day that much more perfect. Especially since Riley had wanted to take a dip in that pool since the moment Noah had shown it to him. Yeah, tomorrow was going to be a dream come true, Riley could feel it already.

"You're sure though? You really don't mind?" Riley asked, still a little nervous about Noah spending money on him unnecessarily. He could just imagine what Lilian would think. She was already convinced that Riley was there just to drain Noah's bank account, as if that were even possible. Noah had billions. "I can pay you back for the trunks next week when I..."

Noah held up a hand to stop Riley from speaking. "I don't mind." He said, his voice warm with affection. "In fact, it would make me very happy to do this for you. I see how much you enjoy swimming, how happy you seem when you talk about it and, Riley, I just want to make you happy."

"You've already made me happier than I've ever been in my whole life. Just being here, with you, makes me happy and I can't wait until tomorrow. It's going to be so much fun, Noah, thank you." Riley leaned forward and softly kissed Noah. Noah kissed him back, pulling Riley into his lap. The kiss and feel of Noah's body so close to Riley sparked something in Riley that he could no longer resist. He reached up, his arms encircling Noah's neck as he pulled him closer in a tight embrace. Noah's response was immediate. His arms wrapping around Riley's waist, as they held each other close, their bodies pressed together in a tender hug.

Riley felt a surge of emotion welling up inside of him. The warmth of Noah's touch sent shivers down Riley's spine, igniting a fire within him that was hard to ignore. He captured Noah's lips once more in a passionate kiss, the heat of their kiss sparking a flame of desire and longing between them. Their kisses grew deeper and more intense as they lost themselves to the moment.

Riley's fingers tangled in Noah's hair, his breath coming in shallow gasps as Noah's hands roamed eagerly over his body. Each touch, each searing kiss sent a rush of heat flooding through them as they surrendered to the intoxicating pull of their desires. Noah's tongue slipped into Riley's mouth, gentle yet hungry. He devoured Riley with kisses and Riley suddenly felt himself melting into Noah's arms.

Riley's fingers gripped Noah's hair tightly, his heart beating faster and faster, threatening to explode in his chest. With each kiss, Riley felt himself growing more aroused, his body responding to Noah's touch with a hunger that he had never felt before.

"Noah, I love you." Riley whispered as Noah kissed his neck and then his throat, trailing kisses along every bit of exposed flesh. "I want you so bad." A soft growl, low in his throat, escaped Noah. His fingers grazed the nape of Riley's neck then he kissed him again, his breath hot against his skin. Riley looked at Noah and he saw a spark in his gaze, something fierce and hungry. Riley felt it too, this burning, aching, need. In that moment Riley would have done anything for Noah, given him anything, Riley was his to command.

"I'm yours." Riley whispered through shuttering breaths. Never had Riley ever wanted anyone the way he wanted Noah and he was prepared to give himself over to him completely.

"Mine." Noah echoed Riley's words. "All mine."

"All yours." Riley breathed, a soft moan escaping his parted lips. He clung to Noah, gripping Noah's shirt in his hand as though Noah were the only solid thing in the room that Riley had to hold onto. Riley could feel the strength in Noah's arms wrapped around him, holding him in place and keeping him from dissolving completely.

Gently, Noah guided Riley down, laying him on the soft, carpeted floor. Noah allowed his hands to move over Riley, exploring every inch of his body. Noah's light and careful touch sent shivers along Riley's nerves, causing his entire body to tremble. Riley felt breathless, his chest heaving as Noah lowered himself down, on top of him. Noah slid one knee between Riley's legs, his hand slid up along Riley's body, pushing his shirt up, past his nipples then he began to kiss his way along Riley's abdomen.

Riley fisted Noah's hair, the locks felt silky and smooth in Riley's hand. Riley closed his eyes and leaned his head back, exposing his throat. Noah accepted the invitation without hesitation. He slid his hand over Riley's stomach to his chest. His fingers delicately brushed over his nipples, drawing a small gasp from Riley who then arched his back in response. Noah kissed his chest, then moved to his throat, leaving soft, fluttering kisses over his exposed throat, neck and jaw.

Noah kissed along his ear, then each closed eye lid before finding his mouth once more and claiming it as his own.

"You are so beautiful, Riley." Noah told him, between kisses. "The most beautiful person I have ever known. I love you more than anything and I never want to let you go."

"You won't have to." Riley whispered in response. "I'm yours, forever."

Hearing those words made Noah's heart soar. Riley was his, his forever. Suddenly, nothing else in the world mattered to him, only Riley. His only purpose now was to love Riley. To care for him, provide for him and protect him. Riley meant everything to Noah. He was the one thing in Noah's life that had been missing and now that he had finally found him, Noah vowed to do everything he could to keep him.

"I feel so alive when I'm with you." Noah told him. "I never knew that love could feel like this. With you, I feel whole."

"I feel the same way." Riley purred softly. "You make my heart race every time you touch me. Being in your arms feels like home. I never want this moment to end."

"You are home." Noah said, nuzzling into Riley's neck, kissing just below his ear. "And, there will be so many more moments like this in the future. I love kissing you, I want to kiss you forever. Kissing you and holding you is like a dream."

Riley felt tears of joy fill his eyes and just as quickly, Noah kissed them away. Riley wrapped his arms around Noah and pulled him down until their bodies were pressed against each other. Noah claimed his mouth again with urgent need and Riley opened his mouth to the kiss. Their tongues met in a sultry dance of heat and passion. Noah nipped at Riley's lip and Riley cooed his approval. Noah evened out his weight on top of Riley as to not crush him. The combined heat of their bodies created a furnace between them. Their clothes clung to their wet skin, a barrier that Riley was ready to be free of.

He wanted to feel Noah, all of him, free of the confines of their clothing. He wanted to smell him, lick him, and taste him. Riley inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of Noah's after shave, body wash, and the subtle aroma of wine that still lingered on his lips. Again Riley inhaled, breathing him in, that alluring scent that was all Noah. Riley could feel the slightest hint of stubble as it rubbed against his soft skin but it only made his aching need that much stronger.

His hands trailed down Noah's body, finding the hem of his shirt and he began to pull it free of Noah's pants. To his surprise though, Noah stopped him. Riley's eyes fluttered open and he looked at Noah, questioningly. Noah hesitated, the wait agonizing and then he spoke.

"Riley." He whispered, his voice husky with emotion. "I want you. More than anything I want to make love to you but, I still think we should wait."

Confusion and disappointment clouded Riley's eyes as he looked up at Noah, searching for answers to the myriad of questions rushing through his mind. Had he done something wrong? Said something that had upset Noah? Everything had been so perfect. Or so Riley had thought. So, why now was Noah refusing him?

Seeing the hurt look in Riley's eyes, Noah brushed a stray lock of hair from his forehead, his touch tender and reassuring. He sat up, pulling Riley along with him. Noah smiled. The love that he felt for Riley shone through the depths of his gaze.

"I want our first time to mean something. I've always imagined my first time to be in a room lit by candles. A bottle of champagne chilling next to the bed and my true love, laid naked against silk sheets and a bank of pillows, eagerly waiting for me."

Riley's breath caught in his throat. He was on the verge of tears. Was he what was wrong? After all that talk of Noah loving him, was he not the person that Noah had envisioned as his true love? "Am...am I not the one you imagined in your bed?" He asked, almost fearing the answer.

"What?" Noah realized with a pang of guilt how what he had just said must have sounded to Riley. He could have kicked himself for not being clearer with him. "Riley, you are the one that I imagined, you're my true love. You're the only one that I will ever want in my bed. What I meant was that the timing just isn't right. I want to romance you and sweep you off your feet."

Riley relaxed as relief washed over him. He chuckled softly. "You've certainly done all that, Noah. But, I understand what you mean. You want our first time together to be more romantic and sensual. You want your fantasy."

"Yes, in part." Noah took a deep breath, turning his head away from Riley nervously as he was about to confess something that he had dreaded bringing up though it was something that Riley needed to know before they went any further.

"It's not just our first time together." He said, his eyes focused on the carpet as he tried to figured out how to tell Riley the truth, and worried how Riley would react to it. "It's my first time, ever. I've never been...intimate with anyone. I guess, I'm just a little scared. This is all so new to me and I really have no clue what I'm doing. I know this probably sounds a little strange. Me being a twenty-five year old alpha and still a virgin. It's just...well, like you said. Neither of us has ever been in any serious relationships before. Honestly, you're the only person I've ever actually dated. People I've met in chat I spoke to maybe once or twice and that was it. I never spoke to them again. Not until I met you. I hope you don't think less of me, but I wanted to be honest with you. I felt it was important."

Riley sat silently, just staring at Noah for a moment and then he suddenly burst out in a fit of laughter. Noah turned to look at him, wondering what on earth Riley could have found so funny. His heart dropped as he realized what Riley must have thought of him now. A weak alpha that had never had the balls to even sleep with someone. Noah suddenly felt two inches tall. He thought any minute now, Riley was going to stand up and march out of the room and right out of Noah's life, but he didn't. To Noah's utter amazement, Riley just shook his head and then threw his arms around Noah and kissed him.

"That's what you were worried about?" Riley asked, still giggling. "That I'd think less of you for being a virgin? News flash baby, you're not the only one. I'm a virgin too. And, no I do not think less of you. Actually, I kinda like the idea that I'll be your first. I understand about you being scared. I'm scared too. I think that's only natural when it comes to something so important. Neither of us want to mess this up. So, if you're not ready, I'm cool with that. We can wait as long as you need too because I know that when the time is right, and we do finally make love, it's going to be extraordinary."

Noah was speechless. Tears welled up in his eyes and rolled down his cheek as Riley's words played over again and again in his mind. No one could begin to comprehend the extent of the love he felt for Riley in that moment. It was more than he had ever hoped for. Riley accepted him. He understood and accepted Noah in all his eccentricities. There was no ridicule, no snide comments, and no judgments. Riley was a dream come true. And, Noah had to admit, knowing that Riley was a virgin too did make things seem a little less scary. Instead of worrying about messing up, he can Riley could take their time and learn together.

Not knowing what to say in that moment, all Noah could do was scoop Riley up in his arms and smother him with kisses. Riley giggled as he kissed Noah back. "I love you." Noah finally said through happy tears. "And thank you for being so understanding."

"Of course." Riley smiled. "There's no need to rush into anything, right? We have plenty of time to let our relationship blossom."

"Exactly." Noah said, holding Riley against him. "We have all the time in the world."

Chapter Seven

The night was still and silent, the only sound the soft rustle of the wind outside as it whispered through the trees. Riley lay in his bed in the rose room, the moonlight filtering in through the curtains casting a pale glow across the room. He had just drifted off into a restless slumber when he was abruptly woken by a strange sound, like the haunting wails of a woman crying. His heart pounding wildly in his chest, Riley say up, his senses on high alert as he strained to listen.

The sound seemed to be coming from the hall just outside his door, echoing faintly through the empty corridors of the mansion. Glancing at the clock on the nightstand, he saw that it was three in the morning, the witching hour, when the veil between the living and the dead was said to be the thinnest. Despite his growing unease, Riley shook off his fear, reminding himself that he didn't believe in ghosts. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves, and after a brief hesitation, he swung his legs over the side of the bed, his bare feet sinking into the plush carpet as he stood up.

The mournful wails persisted, growing fainter as they moved through the silent hall. At first, he dismissed it as a deception of his imagination, a figment of his tiered mind playing tricks on him in the dead of night. It made perfect sense. This was his first night, alone, and in an unfamiliar house. That on top of the ghost stories Noah had told him the day before, it was no wonder he was hearing things now.

He'd almost convinced himself that he'd made the whole thing up, then he heard it again. The pitiful lament of heartache. He knew then that he couldn't continue to ignore it. Whoever, or whatever, was out there, was real. Swallowing his apprehension, Riley grabbed his phone off the nightstand and slipped it into his pocket then he quietly padded across the room to the door. He hesitated only a moment, his heart pounding in his chest, and then, taking a deep breath, he ventured out into the hallway.

The hall was shrouded in darkness, the only light coming from the dim glow of the moon streaming in through the windows. Riley listened, following the woman's cries as they seemed to echo from somewhere in the distance. With each step, the sound grew louder, more desperate, sending chills down Riley's spine. How had no one else heard her? Riley wondered. Or, perhaps they had and were smart enough to ignore it. Riley sighed. He couldn't just ignore it. He was too invested now.

Following the mournful cries that seemed to echo all around him, he continued down the empty corridor. Rounding the corner, he froze, the hairs on the back of his neck and arms standing on end as his eyes caught sight of something that made his blood run cold--a faint trail of fabric, like the hem of a long gown disappearing around the corner and up the stairs leading to the third floor. His mind raced with too many possibilities, his rationality warring with his fear as he contemplated just what could be causing the eerie phenomenon. His mind immediately recalled a passage he'd read in "A Christmas Carol." Was what he was experiencing now just undigested food? One thing was certain, what he saw moving so effortless down that hallway was not a blot of gravy.

With a mixture of trepidation and curiosity, Riley pressed on. The floor boards creaked softly beneath his weight adding to the chilling atmosphere. The air grew colder with each step, causing Riley to shiver uncontrollably as he approached the foot of the stairs leading up to the forbidden third floor. Despite every instinct screaming at him to turn back, Riley continued on, his curiosity overpowering common sense as he carefully ascended the stairs. The old wood groaned beneath his feet and Riley flinched, holding his breath. He counted, one...two...three...convinced that his presence had gone undetected, he resumed his ascent, climbing each step with slow and deliberate movements, trying his best not to make a sound.

As he reached the top of the stairs, Riley's breath hitched at the sight that greeted him--a spectral figure, dressed in a flowing gown of white, gliding mournfully down the hallway, her long hair trailing behind her like wisps of smoke. She clutched something to her chest though what it was, Riley couldn't tell. Whatever it was seemed important by the way she cradled it, pressed against her bosom as though guarding it from some unseen threat.

She continued her decent down the long and darkened hall. Her sobs echoed off the walls and then stopped abruptly as she disappeared through a door at the end of the of the hall. Riley stopped where he was, not totally sure if he were hallucinating or not. "This has to be a dream." He whispered into the darkness. "Just a very bizarre dream."

That's all it was, a dream. He'd had super realistic dreams in the past and those were far more terrifying than this one. For the past two months he's had a reoccurring dream that he entered a bathroom in one the rooms he was cleaning and found a bloated corpse floating face down in the tub. In the dream he always runs from the room screaming and then wakes up, covered in sweat. He never understood what prompted that dream but since having it, he'd been fearful of cleaning the motel bathrooms.

Of course he never did find a corpse in any of the rooms that he cleaned and he was always relieved afterward. He told himself time and time again that he was being silly. It had just been a dream, or more like a nightmare, but that never stopped him from feeling that quick moment a pure horror a split second before entering the bathroom and glancing at the tub.

He kept telling himself that what he was seeing now was also a dream but deep down he knew that it wasn't. What he had seen was real though his skeptical mind refused to believe it. It defied all logic but his heart told him something entirely different. The third floor of Reaney Hall really was haunted, and Riley had just met it's resident ghost.

Riley thought about turning around and going back the way he had come. Back to the second floor and back to his own room. He had no business being on the third floor in the first place and he certainly had no business roaming the halls of Noah's mansion, alone, in the middle of the night. The smart thing to do, the logical thing, would be to leave. He knew that. He also knew that he wasn't one to just walk away from a good mystery. He wanted to know who that ghostly woman was, why she hadn't moved on, and why she was crying.

Riley tried to come up with answers to his questions himself. Maybe she was still mourning her own death. Passing away so young must have been extremely traumatic for her. That didn't seem quite right to Riley though. There was something else that was holding her there and not allowing her to let go. Riley wasn't sure how he knew it but he did. He was sure of it. The woman wasn't trapped in the house because she refused to let go of her life, she was trapped there because of something or someone else. Riley's heart went out to her. He wanted to help her if he could but the only way he could help her was by finding out what it was that she wanted and, he wasn't going to discover that while standing in the hall, quivering in fear.

Summoning his courage, Riley walked down the hall. He slowed his pace as he approached the door. "You can do this." He whispered, giving himself a pep talk. "It's just a room. What harm ever came from just...entering a room?" Carefully, he turned the door knob and to his relief found that it was unlocked. Pushing the door open revealed a nursery, it's once bright walls now covered in cobwebs and dust. Riley pulled out his phone and slowly scanned the room with the light from it. The room seemed frozen in time, the air heavy with the weight of years gone by. The scent of decay hung in the air, chocking every bit of life out of the ancient chamber.

Riley's gaze swept over the room, his eyes lingering on the faded toys and furniture that lay in ruins, discarded and forgotten. As Riley stepped further into the room, a feeling of unease washed over him and with it, a sense of dread that seemed to seep into the very fiber of his bones. This nursery, it was meant to be a place of new beginnings. A place where happy memories were made. It should have invoked a sense of joy and love but it did not. Standing there now, looking at the remnants of another time, all Riley felt was the icy chill of death.

Riley wrapped his arms around himself in an attempt to stave off the cold. As he exhaled, a cloud of breath billowed out from his mouth, swirling and then dispersing into the surrounding air. 'This isn't right.' Riley thought to himself. 'I shouldn't be here.' Looking around, his mind began to race with questions and uncertainties. Whose child was this room meant for, why was it hidden away on the third floor, and what happened to that child? Had it died perhaps? Was that why the ghostly woman in white was crying? Was she mourning the loss of a child? Riley's heart sank. He could thinking of nothing worse than losing your own child. It was something that no parent should have to suffer.

Suddenly, being in that room felt like a violation, an intrusion into someones sanctuary. His very presence was disrupting the ghostly woman's time of grieving, a time when she would most certainly want to be alone. Just as the thought had entered Riley's mind, a powerful gust of wind swept through the room, sending dust swirling through the air and nearly knocking Riley off his feet.

Panic gripped him suddenly, his mind racing with thoughts of escape as he turned and fled from the room, his footsteps echoing loudly as he ran down the hall to the stairs and down to the second floor corridor. He didn't stop running until he had made it safely back to his own room.

Once Riley felt that he was free from any danger, he collapsed on to his bed, his breath coming out in ragged gasps as he buried his face in his pillow, on the verge of crying himself. His mind reeled with disbelief as he struggled to understand what it was that he had just witnessed. He wanted so badly to believe that it wasn't real, that there was some rational explanation for what had just happened but the facts were indisputable. That entire floor of the house had been closed off and the windows boarded up. There was no way, what so ever, that a draft of any kind could have caused that gust of wind. Especially one so strong that had nearly caused Riley to fall over. It just wasn't possible.

"Get a grip, Riley." He scolded himself. "You've seen enough horror movies to know exactly what that was." Even saying the words aloud didn't help to ease his mind. His first phantom draft had seemed more like a phantom tornado, it was unreal. Real life wasn't anything like in the movies, it was way more terrifying.

As Riley lay there in the darkness, the sound of the woman's ghostly wails still echoing in his ears, Riley couldn't shake the feeling of dread that had settled over him like a suffocating blanket. As he drifted off into an uneasy sleep, he couldn't help but wonder what other secrets the old mansion held hidden within it's walls.

***

Breakfast was much nicer without Noah's mother there. Riley did feel a bit guilty, thinking he was the cause of Noah avoiding his mother but when Noah told him that he normally took his break alone in his room anyway, Riley felt a bit better. Besides, Noah wasn't avoiding Lilian entirely. He'd actually spoken to her that morning and surprisingly, she hadn't mentioned Riley at all. Riley took that as a win. Perhaps Lilian was warming up to the idea of Riley staying there after all.

True to his word, Noah had planned a glorious day for himself and Riley. First breakfast in the small nook just off the main kitchen. It was a cozy little room with a plush, dark, burgundy rug covering a stone floor. Three of the walls were wood paneled while the fourth was entirely made of windows, from floor to ceiling. It was remarkable and allowed for a view of the yard and surrounding woods. There was an overhead light but it wasn't needed when the drapes were opened allowing the light from the morning sun to burst through the windows and light up the entire room.

A small table, big enough for three, maybe four, people was sat near the wall of windows. It was covered with a pale white table cloth and accompanied by two, Queen Anne style dining chairs. Noah and Riley enjoyed their breakfast, sitting across from one another and talking about the plans for the day while bathing in the warmth of the sun streaming in through the windows. The morning was so enjoyable that Riley had nearly forgotten about his frightening encounter the night before.

Not wanting the spoil the day that Noah had planned, Riley decided not to bring up his late night visit from the ghostly woman crying in the halls. He would eventually. He had so many questions about the woman and the abandoned nursery that he just couldn't put it to rest but his questions would have to wait. He intended to enjoy every second of his day with Noah, and not ruin the mood by bringing up the dark secrets of Reaney Hall.

After breakfast they began the tour of the grounds. The Reaney estate was so large that Noah drove them around on a four wheeler which, Riley thoroughly enjoyed. It was his first time on any type of all terrain vehicle. He loved the feel of the wind whipping through his hair as Noah sped through the vast open space located behind the mansion. More than that though, Riley loved sitting behind Noah, his arms encircling his waist, his head resting against his back, and his legs hugging the alpha between them. It was incredibly intimate and even a bit erotic.

They made their rounds of the property, starting with the stables. To Riley's delight, Noah had five beautiful horses housed there. Each of them were tall and muscular, strong riding horses. Riley didn't know much about horses, only what he's read or seen on TV, but Noah explained the ins and outs of horse back riding.

Cal, the grounds keeper, was also responsible for the care and upkeep of the horses and stables, occasionally using outside help when necessary such as a veterinarian, groomers, and trainers. Like the seasonal help that Cal employed for bigger jobs around the grounds that he couldn't do alone, Noah allowed the extra help as long as they remained outside where Noah wouldn't have to have contact with them. If there was ever an issue that Cal couldn't handle on his own he would defer to Thomas who managed all house related matters.

Riley did discover in his conversation with Noah that the up keep of the mansion did require more than just what the current staff was capable of. There were so many things that Riley had never even considered. A pool service was required to clean and treat the pool. Repairs needed to made from time to time and that required trained professionals with the knowledge and tools to make the repairs and once a year, around spring, a large cleaning crew was brought in to thoroughly clean the mansion from top to bottom. Well, maybe not top. From what Riley had seen of the third floor, it never got clean.

Noah greatly disliked so many unknown faces in the mansion but he understood it was necessary to maintain the mansion and everything within it. On these occasions he would stay in his own rooms and the invading workers were not permitted to enter his rooms under any circumstances. If Noah's input was needed, Thomas would speak with him and then deliver his instructions to the workers. As the house manager, Thomas rarely had to bother Noah, at least with trivial issues that he could handle himself.

The hierarchy of the house was designed so that Noah had as little contact with outsiders as possible. Tina deferred to Maggie, as did Baxter. Cal deferred to Thomas. Maggie handled deliveries and if something needed signed that required a signature from an actual Reaney and not Thomas, then Lilian would be the one to sign. Most of the time the outside help came in, did their work, and then left as quickly as possible. That was the way Noah liked it. The less strangers traipsing around his home the better.

Riley was learning so much more about Noah and the mansion that he was beginning to feel overwhelmed by it all. There was so much more to Noah's life than Riley had originally thought. Even being a shut in, as he was, Noah was still responsible for so much. He ran his business virtually from his home office, only meeting with people in person when absolutely necessary and when he wasn't working, he still had the mansion to deal with. Granted, Thomas handled most of the household management as well as working as Noah's personal assistant but Noah was responsible for the final approval in almost everything. It was a lot for one man to take on.

The more Riley learned, the more he admired Noah. He never allowed his limitations to inhibit his life. He'd graduated high school remotely then went on to complete college virtually and earned a degree. Thomas had taught Noah to drive though he'd never actually gotten a driver's license. He didn't feel that he really needed one since he never left the estate. Though he did enjoy taking the four wheeler out for joy rides through the grounds, as Riley soon discovered. It made him happy to know that Noah found time to relax and have fun despite his many responsibilities.

The tour continued on to the lake that Noah had mentioned the night before. He had said it was beautiful but his description didn't do it justice at all. The lake and the woods surrounding it were breath taking. The lake stretched out so far that Riley could barely see the shore line on the other side. The water was crystal clear and so inviting. Never had he seen anything so majestic in all his life. If it hadn't been so cold out, Riley might have stripped off all his clothes and jumped in.

"This is all yours?" He asked, utterly amazed at what he was looking at.

1. "All mine." Noah smiled. "There's a boat house there." He pointed in the direction of the small structure that was built half into the water. The boat house was surrounded by a charming little wooden dock. From the dock, one could enter the boat house, go fishing, or jump off into the water to swim.

"Someday, when it's warmer, I'll take you out on the boat." Noah said. "It's really beautiful at sunset."

"That sounds amazing." Riley smiled at him, taking Noah's hand in his. "And very romantic."

"I've always thought so too. I'd even considered building a gazebo near the lake."

"Why haven't you?" Riley asked.

Noah shrugged. "Seemed pointless when I didn't have anyone to share it with."

"Well, now you do." Riley leaned into Noah and Noah pulled him close, wrapping an arm around the omega's shoulders.

"Now I do." Noah agreed, his smile suddenly brighter than the mid-morning sun.

***

It was close to eleven in the morning when they made it back to the mansion. Thomas greeted them with the swim trunks that Noah had ordered. When Riley saw the bag they were in, his jaw dropped.

"Bourdon's?" Riley gasped. "Noah, Bourdon's is way too expensive."

Noah raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Are they?" He asked, non nonchalantly, "I get all my clothes there, they're top of the line."

"Really?" Riley opened the bag and peeked inside.

"What did you expect?" Thomas rolled his eyes. "Do you really think that someone like Noah would shop at a thrift store? That he'd actually wear second hand clothes?"

"Thomas." Noah narrowed his eyes, his expression dark and not at all amused. "That's enough, you're out of line."

"My apologies." Thomas said with a quick bow. Riley noticed that his tone was anything but apologetic, despite his words. "Will there be anything else, Sir?"

"No." Noah responded, sharply. "You may go."

Thomas turned without another word and left the room, the heels of his custom made leather loafers clicking loudly as he walked away.

"I swear he hates me." Riley said, feeling a bit unsure of himself now. "Maybe this was a bad idea, You could return these and..."

"No." Noah's was stern and absolute. "Don't worry about Thomas." He said. "He's just over protective of me. Give him some time and I'm sure he'll come around."

"I hope so." Riley clutched the bag to his chest, protectively. "I really want everyone here to like me."

"Given time, they'll all love you." Noah smiled at him.

"You really think so?"

Noah nodded then gave Riley a quick wink. "One already does."

***

Noah led Riley to the pool, their footsteps echoing through the empty halls. Riley still clung to the shiny, blue bag that Thomas had handed him. He'd glanced at the contents only briefly but even that brief glimpse was enough to tell him that the trunks weren't cheap. Honestly, they were probably the most expensive thing that Riley owned. That's why Thomas's jab about shopping at a thrift store stung the way it had.

Riley had never been ashamed of his clothing before and he'd been talked down to so many times that now he took what most people said with a grain of salt, but what Thomas had said cut him to the core. He knew that Thomas had said it as a way to make Riley feel inferior, and it worked. Everything that Riley owned was second hand and Thomas obviously knew that. Noah probably did too. It wasn't as if Riley could hide it. His clothes were old, faded, and some of them falling apart. Riley was poor and everyone knew it. Thomas was just being a dick by pointing it out.

Still, Riley did his best to act unaffected by Thomas's remark. One, he didn't want to give the guy the satisfaction of knowing he'd hurt Riley and second, Riley didn't want to ruin the day that he and Noah had planned. Monday, Riley had to return to work. This was the last day that he and Noah would have together to do something special before the busy work week took up most of their time, and Riley was determined to make the most of it.

Noah pushed the heavy glass door leading to the pool open and held it for Riley, allowing him to enter first. Walking into the pool room was like stepping into a sanctuary of aquatic Serenity. The air was thick with the distinct scent of chlorine, a familiar smell that brought back memories of childhood and carefree days spent lounging by the water's edge.

The first time they had visited the pool on their tour of the house, Riley had entered the room with a longing and left feeling dismayed at leaving behind the warm and inviting water. This time though, he entered the room exhilarated and ready to embrace the calming waters of the pool.

The air was warm and humid, chasing away the cold, February morning. It embraced Riley, wrapping around him like a warm blanket. With each breath, he inhaled that familiar scent, allowing it to lull him into a state of tranquility. The gentle hum of circulating water and the sounds of water lapping against the sides filled his ears, creating a soothing melody that beckoned him closer.

The tiled floor, slightly slick with moisture, was polished to a high shine that reflected the ambient lighting, creating a mesmerizing dance of shadows and reflections across the surface. Every sound, every scent, everything that Riley saw before him, all of it, was a symphony of sensory delights that heightened his anticipation of the refreshing oasis that spanned out before him.

The smile that appeared on Riley's face was evident and it's meaning unmistakable, Riley was in heaven. Noah watched him and couldn't help but smile himself. Just knowing that Riley was happy had made Noah content in his decision to buy Riley the trunks so they could swim together. It maybe wasn't the most conventional of dates but then, they weren't really a conventional couple.

'Couple.' Noah thought to himself. Yes, they were a couple. They hadn't exactly said the word yet or even made it official, but that's what they were, a couple. Noah's smile widened with this revelation. They really were together. A real couple. Noah just couldn't believe his luck. He felt like the luckiest man on Earth.

When Riley looked up at Noah, Noah gestured toward the dressing rooms to the left of the pool. "You go ahead and change. I'll do the same, then we'll meet back here."

"Okay." Riley nodded. "Be right back." Taking his bag, he entered one of the dressing rooms, excited and nervous at the same time.

Inside, Riley pulled the trunks from the bag and examined them. Riley had given Noah his size but then left the ordering up to him. At first, he thought that Noah would have told Maggie or even Thomas to order them but looking at the trunks now, Riley was almost certain that Noah had picked them out himself.

They were sleek and stylish and far more provocative than he had expected. More like boy shorts than trunks. They barely covered his thighs and Noah wasn't kidding when he said he wanted to see Riley in something tight. They weren't uncomfortably tight, on the contrary, they felt pretty good but they hugged his frame perfectly, leaving little to the imagination. And, if the outline of his curved hips and round little butt didn't drawn Noah's attention, the bright pinks, purples, and yellows of the rainbow like pattern definitely would.

Riley smirked as he looked himself over in the mirror. "Nice." He said with a slight giggle. "I'm wearing a pride flag."

He turned around to catch a quick peek at his ass. "Not bad." He snickered, giving it a little shake. Now if only he could muster up enough courage to actually leave the dressing room. It was strange, the night before he was ready to strip off all his clothes and Noah's too, but now he was feeling a slight twinge of shyness at the thought of revealing so much of himself to Noah. The wine they drank must have loosened him up more because he'd had no problem getting up close and personal. And the kissing, dear God, the kissing was spectacular. But, so far, kissing was all they had done. Kissing and a little under the shirt fondling.

Suddenly, a slew of intrusive and unwanted thoughts had entered Riley's mind. 'What if he doesn't like the way I look? What if I'm not good enough, not cute enough? Do I really deserve someone as wonderful as Noah Reaney? Doesn't he deserve someone better than me?'

"Stop it!" Riley told himself. "You...I deserve to be happy." Riley took in a deep breath and did his best to push the unwanted thoughts out of his head, reciting something he'd read once online. "Thoughts are just that, thoughts, don't make them out to mean anything more than that." He couldn't remember exactly who had quoted it but that saying had been his mantra for the past three years. Most of the time it worked.

"I can do this." He whispered, feeling a sudden flutter of excitement as he reached for the door handle, finally ready to show off the gift that Noah had so carefully picked out for him.

When they had both emerged from their respective dressing rooms, Noah's breath caught in his throat at the sight of Riley. The warm glow of the pool illuminated his features, bathing him in an ethereal light. He was breathtaking, from the shine of his auburn locks spilling down his back, to the curved hips and small waist. Noah noticed that Riley had an almost elusive femininity to his physique, a delicate balance of soft curves and slender lines that captivated the eye. 

For a moment, Noah simply stood there, drinking in the sight of him, overwhelmed by his beauty. Riley walked toward Noah, a natural grace and fluidity to his steps that just added to his elegance and delicate charm.

"Is everything alright?" Riley asked, tilting his head to the side as he looked up at Noah.

Noah opened his mouth to speak but no words would come. All he could do was stare, lost in Riley's gaze. His eyes, his gorgeous eyes, like warm honey, luminous and expressive, reflecting depths of emotion that drew Noah in like a magnet. Riley stepped up to him, placing a hand on his chest. "Noah?" He said again, a slight smirk forming on his pink lips. Noah's eyes drifted over him, his angelic features exquisitely sculpted and his mouth with full, plush lips. Lips, that were ripe for kissing.

Without saying a word, Noah pulled Riley forward and pressed their lips together in a sensuous kiss. His hands slipped beneath Riley's hair and cupped the back of his head. Riley lifted his arms to encircle Noah's neck, standing on his tip toes, he kissed Noah back, moaning into the kiss. Noah wrapped an arm around Riley's waist and suddenly lifted him up and off the floor. Riley clung to Noah as he spun them around in a circle. Each of them laughing as Noah nearly landed them both in the water.

When he stood Riley back on his feet and looked at the omega, he could see that his cheeks were flushed and he was panting heavily.

"Maybe we should get in the water and cool off." Noah laughed.

Riley nodded in agreement. "I think we should."

Riley approached the edge of the pool, the tiles smooth and cool beneath his bare feet, and dipped a toe into the water, feeling the warmth of the liquid caress his skin. It was invigorating and so inviting, promising relief and respite from the stress of work and responsibility. With a deep breath, Riley plunged into the water, immersing himself fully beneath the crystalline depths. The water enveloped him like a second skin, a cocoon of warmth that he could feel radiating through every part of his body.

Riley felt a sensation of weightlessness, of freedom and liberation as he glided effortlessly through the water, lost in it's timeless embrace. Noah entered the pool after Riley, a playful grin lit up his face. Riley watched as Noah moved toward him, the water rippling around him as he moved through the liquid gracefully, his athletic frame cutting through the surface like a sleek predator. With each stroke, he propelled himself forward with power and precision, his movements fluid and controlled.

Riley was in awe as he watched Noah approach him, amazed at his natural aptitude for swimming. Riley felt a surge of admiration for the way Noah moved through the water, his every move exuding strength and skill. As Noah drew closer, Riley's eyes lit up, sparkling with mischief and anticipation. Without warning, Riley splashed him, sending a cascade of water droplets flying through the air. Noah's laughter echoed off the walls of the room and he retaliated with a playful splash of his own.

"You're gonna pay for that." Riley teased. He sent another, larger wave of water in Noah's direction, using all the strength he could muster and while Noah wiped the water from his eyes, momentarily blinded by the spray, Riley took off through the water like a dolphin evading a shark. He felt exhilarated as he darted through the water, his movements quick and agile. He moved with a natural ease, as though he were born to the water. He even outpaced Noah as Noah gave chase. Racing around the pool, their laughter mingled with the sound of splashing water.

With each lap, Riley felt the stress and tension in his body begin to melt away and be replaced by a sense of pure joy. The water warm and soothing was invigorating to his soul. Riley smiled at the bond that he felt building between them. In that moment, he felt closer to Noah than ever before. Their laughter filled the room along with the love that they felt for each other. Riley knew that he was where he was meant to be and with the person that he was meant to be with. As he looked at Noah, his heart swelled with love and gratitude for the man who had brought so much happiness into his life.

They continued to chase each other, Riley stopping briefly as he waited for Noah to catch up and then take off again, splashing Noah in the process. Their game of cat and mouse went on like this for a while until Riley tired of it and allowed Noah to finally catch him. With a shout of triumph, Noah captured Riley in his arms and pulled him into a tight embrace. Their eyes met and a moment of silence stretched out between them. They both knew what they wanted yet not ready to take. But, as they held each other, that longing turned to need. A heady, fiery need.

Riley's heart sped up and he found it a little hard to breathe. Noah felt it too, the unsteady breaths and rapid beating of his heart. He couldn't hold back anymore and so he leaned in and kissed Riley, his kiss long and full of heat. Riley returned the kiss, his mouth was warm and so soft. Noah pressed a hand against Riley's back and pulled him close, till they were pressed together, chest to chest. Everything around them seemed to fade away as their lips met, igniting a spark of passion between them. Riley wrapped his arms around Noah, losing himself in the warmth of his embrace. Time seemed to stand still as they kissed, their hearts beating in sync with one another.

Riley felt a jolt of excitement rush through him as Noah suddenly pressed him against the wall of the pool. Riley wrapped his legs around Noah's waist and Noah gripped Riley's ass, pulling him closer. He leaned forward, resting his hands on either side of Riley, on the edge of the pool then dipped his head, capturing Riley's lips for a second time. He kissed his mouth ravenously; devouring his neck, ear lobes, and chest. Noah's mouth found Riley's nipple and he dragged his tongue slowly across it, back and forth until it went hard.

Riley dropped his head back, moaning softly. Noah's tongue flicked his right nipple and then his left before covering it with his mouth. He took Riley's nipple between his lips, kissing and sucking. His teeth encircled it, biting gently. Riley gasped, arching his back. His thighs tightened around Noah. Noah teased his nipple with his tongue while his left hand caressed Riley's thigh. Riley ran his hands up and down Noah's back, clutching at him for support, losing himself with each kiss, each touch, each lick.

His hands explored the muscular arms holding him, his fingers trailing along Noah's skin, causing the alpha to groan in delight. Riley gripped Noah's shoulders tightly as Noah nuzzled his neck. Riley was pressed against Noah so closely that Noah could feel his erection through the swim shorts and it stirred his imagination. How big was Riley? What turned him on? What did he taste like? Without even thinking, Noah's hand found Riley's crotch. Riley moaned as Noah cupped him through the fabric of his shorts. Riley didn't protest. Instead, he thrust his hips forward encouraging Noah to continue. A soft groan escaped Noah when he felt Riley's erection push back against his hand.

More and more Noah was finding it difficult to quell his burning desire to taste Riley. Having him so close, wrapped around Noah, so open and vulnerable was a major turn on, his alpha instincts demanding that he care for, shelter, and protect his omega. Noah had read many books where the alpha and omega meet, discover they are fated mates, and fall instantly in love. He'd never put much stock in the idea of love at first sight before, thinking it was just romantic fantasy. That was until he'd met Riley. If there was any truth to fated mates then Riley was the one. He was it for Noah, he was the love of Noah's life.

"I love you." Noah whispered, his breath ragged. "I love you more than you can possibly know."

Riley's eyes fluttered open and he looked at Noah with so much love and longing. "I love you too." He said and Noah could tell by the look in his eyes that he meant it. "Every part of me. My body, my heart, even my soul, belongs to you. I'm yours, completely, Now and forever."

Noah, hearing Riley's words leaned in and kissed him. He kissed him with heart-stopping tenderness. Riley's full lips softened under Noah's searing kiss as it grew more intense, more lustful. Riley closed his eyes again, focusing on the sensation of being kissed, savoring the feel and taste of Noah's lips on his own. The aching need building between them was becoming almost unbearable. Noah wanted more. He wanted to know how Riley tasted, and how well he would fit in Noah's mouth. Noah wanted to feel the soft skin of his cock pressed against his palm. Everything about Riley was drawing Noah in. His heavy breathing, the steady beating of his heart and all the adorable little sounds he made while being ravished by kisses. Even his scent was so enticing that it nearly sent Noah over the edge.

His skin smelled sweet, like honey. That, mixed with the sultry scent of his arousal was more than Noah could take. "I want to taste you." Noah said, his voice husky with need. "Will you let me?" He asked, while sucking at Riley's skin, raining kisses down his neck and onto his shoulders. "Let me taste you?"

"Yes." Riley hissed his approval as all control and reason had just tumbled into oblivion. All he knew in that moment was that he wanted Noah's mouth on him, surrounding him and possessing him. "Please." He moaned against Noah's ear and Noah felt his own cock stir in his trunks. Riley pressed himself even closer to Noah's already flushed body then tangled his fingers in Noah's hair as he brought their lips together and kissed him, hard.

Riley ran his hands over Noah's naked chest as Noah left a trail of tender kisses along Riley's neck and jaw. He nibbled and sucked at his ear lobe as his thumb made circles around Riley's pert nipples. His other hand massaged Riley's groin, the tight wet, fabric of his shorts stretched to it's limits as Riley's cock pushed against it, fully erect and dripping.

"Need you so bad." Noah growled. "I can't wait to taste you."

"God, Noah. You drive me crazy when you talk like that." Riley moaned as Noah squeezed and rubbed his crotch.

"I love feeling you grow hard in my hand."

"I want to feel your mouth on me." Riley crooned.

That was enough for Noah; with ease, he lifted Riley out of the pool and sat him on the edge of the pool with his legs still in the water. Riley shivered at the burst of cold air he felt after leaving the warmth of the pool but he didn't care about the cold. He was too excited, too eager, to worry about anything but Noah. "You're sure?" Noah asked, making certain that Riley was okay with what they were about to do.

Riley nodded, "I'm sure." He said, giving Noah an impish grin. The glint in his eyes told Noah all that he needed to know and so he very gently laid Riley back against the tiled floor. The tile was wet and cold but any discomfort he might have felt was quickly erased from his mind as he felt Noah take hold of his hips, pulling him closer to the edge of the pool where he nuzzled Riley's crotch, kissing him through his shorts.

Riley's cock stirred, demanding to be set free. Riley moaned and closed his eyes, allowing himself to be carried away by the intensity of Noah's touch. Slowly, Noah began to peel Riley's shorts down. The wet fabric clung to his thighs, causing Noah to use a bit more force to pull them off. When he succeeded in stripping Riley, he laid the shorts aside then lifted both of Riley's legs, bending them at the knees before pushing them apart.

Riley gasped. Instinctively, his hands shot down to cover his exposed parts. Noah grinned and gently slapped his hands away. "Oh no you don't, you're not going to hide that beautiful cock from me." He said. "I want to see you, all of you." And, what a glorious sight he was. Riley wasn't huge but for an omega that was normal. Honestly, as far as Noah was concerned, he was exactly the right size. Noah took a moment to appreciate what he was looking at. The turf of hair right above his dick was trimmed and sculpted into a neat little triangle. The skin beneath was milky white and so enticing.  Noah couldn't wait to slide his tongue over Riley, lapping up every inch and tasting his sweet nectar.

Riley felt his face go red and burn with embarrassment. He was eager, but at the same time, nervous and a bit shy. He'd never been so exposed, so naked, in front of another person before. He'd always been a very modest person and never imagined himself being in a situation quite like this but, to his utter surprise, he found that being manhandled and groped by his alpha was a major turn on. He liked that Noah instantly took control, dominating him, and he loved the idea of submitting completely to Noah.

Riley didn't think that he could ever have felt this free and safe with anyone but Noah. Noah awakened a side of him that Riley never even knew existed. It relaxed him and eased his nerves to have Noah guide him and take the lead. He could give up all control to Noah because he knew, deep down, that Noah would never hurt him.

As Noah parted Riley's legs, his hands slid over the inside of his thighs. Noah planted soft kisses over his exposed skin with gentle precision. When he told Riley to lift his legs high or spread them further, Riley obeyed. When he told Riley to stretch his arms out above his head, Riley obeyed. And when Noah told Riley to look at him, he did.

"I like the way you look at me." Noah told him. "I want you to keep your eyes on me."

Riley smiled. "I like watching you." He confessed. "It excites me."

It excited Noah as well to have Riley watch him. He loved the look of ecstasy that spread across the omega's face when Noah kissed him and touched him. Riley loved his kisses. Noah's lips were warm and soft and his kisses light and feathery. His hands moved upward, gripping Riley's hips, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh of his ass, kneading gently as he pulled himself forward, leaning against the edge of the pool. Again his hand found Riley's crotch and he ran his hand over it, caressing his cock and balls. Riley's skin was smooth and soft, like warm silk against Noah's hand.

Noah gripped him, making a fist around his shaft then slowly, carefully, began to to stroke him. Riley voiced his enjoyment with a sift, mewling whimper.

"Your cock feels so good in my hand." Noah whispered. "I'm going to make you cum so hard."

He began stroking faster, squeezing harder until Riley was dripping in his hand. Noah made circles around the head of Riley's dick with his thumb, smearing his juices over the head then, he leaned over and licked it.  Riley's surprised gasp brought a smile to Noah's face. He loved that he could affect Riley in a way that made the omega's legs quiver and his ass lift off the floor as though his entire body were about to shoot straight up and go crashing through the ceiling. 

"Damn, baby. I get so turned on watching you squirm." Noah told him but Riley was beyond words, only managing to whisper something unintelligible, as Noah descended on his cock, taking the entire length of it into his mouth. He sucked hard, his mouth hot and wet. He drug his teeth gently along the shaft all while cupping and massaging Riley's balls. Riley begged Noah to continue when Noah took his cock out of his mouth. Instead of plunging back down, he dragged his tongue up along Riley's length, licking over every inch of it and pressing the tip of his tongue into the slit.

Riley released an adorable little cry and struggled to keep himself from flying apart and shattering to pieces right there on the pool room floor. Noah continued the assault on Riley's cock, alternating between sucking and stroking it. He dipped his head and swirled his tongue, teasing the head of Riley's cock, sending molten waves of pleasure throughout Riley's entire body. Low, sultry, and incoherent mews escaped Riley's mouth as Noah devoured him. His sweet noises ignited a fire within Noah, sending ripples of desire through his own body and he realized with complete certainty that he loved sucking cock.

It wasn't just the feel or taste. He did love those things but it was more than that. It was the look on Riley's face, his fevered skin, and the feeling of total control he had over his little omega. With just one touch, one flick of his tongue, he could reduce Riley to a quivering mass of raw nerves, shuddering with desire. It was sublime.

He cupped Riley's balls as he continued to suck, bathing his cock with wet heat until he felt Riley's balls draw up tight as he neared his climax. The scent of his arousal rising up to torment Noah. He gripped Riley's organ, his hand closing tightly around it as his lips slid up and down in slow, repetitive, movements. The stroking and sucking became a frenzy of motion, the sucking unrelenting and so strong until Riley could hold on no longer.

He cried out, calling Noah's name again and again, his nerves stretched taut as he gave into that final surrender. His fingers buried themselves in Noah's hair and Riley held on for dear life, feeling Noah's head moving up and down on his cock, engulfing it, prolonging the pleasure until Riley shouted, "I...I can't..I'm close!" He tried to push Noah away before he came but Noah wouldn't allow it. He held Riley's hips as Riley came with an explosion of pleasure in an earth shattering orgasm that left him spent and breathless in Noah's arms.

Noah drank him down, swallowing every last drop. "God, I love the way you taste, Riley."

Riley couldn't respond with anything but some ragged panting and a satisfied sigh. Even as Noah pulled himself out of the pool and lay down next to Riley, cradling him in his arms, Riley was incapable of rational speech. He closed his eyes and turned to face Noah, pushing into his chest and curling up against him. When Noah asked if Riley was okay, Riley hummed a subtle, "Yes." Noah smiled and held Riley against him, loving the feel of Riley's trembling and naked body pressed against him. He was so beautiful, so delicate, and Noah fell in love with him just a little bit more.

As Noah and Riley lay intertwined in each other's arms, Riley felt a profound sense of love wash over him. In Noah's embrace, he found solace, joy, and a love so deep it seemed to transcend time itself. Suddenly, the past no longer mattered to Riley. The things he'd suffered, the nightmares he'd had to endure, they were nothing. Noah had chased away his demons, shattered his fears and uncertainties and created a safe place for their love to grow.

Each beat of his heart echoed with the rhythm of their love, a melody of belonging that resonated throughout his soul. As Riley traced the contours of Noah's face with gentle fingertips, he wondered at the sheer magnitude of emotions that Noah stirred within him. It wasn't just affection, but a deep connection, an unbreakable bond. Riley felt complete, as if every piece of his being had found it's counterpart.

Everything that Riley was and had ever been had become undone and then remade, atom by atom, until the Riley that was left, curled up against Noah's chest was not the same man who had walked into Reaney Hall three days earlier. The Riley laying there now was whole, as if all the fragmented pieces of his heart had finally come together. Noah completed him in ways he never thought possible, filling the emptiness inside with love, compassion, and acceptance.

With Noah, he was no longer searching for something that had been missing. His search had finally come to an end because he'd found the other half of his soul. He'd found Noah.

"What are you thinking about?" Noah asked, his eyes sparkling with tenderness and devotion.

"Just how incredibly lucky I am to have you in my life." Riley replied softly, his voice filled with sincerity and affection. "You've changed everything for me, Noah. You've transformed my entire world. You've made me fall in love with you."

Chapter Eight

Riley dressed quickly, still reeling from the blow job. They hadn't planned to go that far but Riley didn't regret a single minute of it. He'd even offered to reciprocate but Noah declined, saying it was about pleasing Riley and making him feel good. Noah was still content to wait, their promise to each other unbroken as they still hadn't made love yet. Riley could only imagine what their first time making love would be like. If that blow job was any indication, then he was in for the night of his life. He just hoped that when the time came, he'd be able to please Noah as much as Noah had pleased him.

After he was dressed, Riley stepped out of the dressing room to find Noah standing there, toweling off his wet hair as he waited for Riley. When Noah saw Riley, his eyes lit up, a huge smile spreading across his handsome face.

"You ready for lunch?" He asked, his voice filled with excitement.

Riley nodded. "I could eat but, I was wondering, could we maybe prepare the food ourselves?"

Noah chuckled, stepping aside to let Riley pass. "I think that can be arranged." He said. "But, I have to warn you, I have very limited culinary skills."

Riley grinned, playfully nudging Noah with his elbow. "Well, consider this a crash course in how the other half live. You know, us little people who aren't filthy rich."

Noah laughed, the sound echoing through the room was like music to Riley's ears. "I'm looking forward to it." Noah said, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

***

Entering the main kitchen, Noah explained the plan to Baxter who graciously stepped aside to give them free rein of the kitchen. Riley and Noah thanked him and then set to work gathering ingredients for their picnic lunch. Riley found a basket and table cloth they could use and placed both on the counter next to the sink. Noah had already started pulling out every type of lunch meat and cheese he could find, depositing it all on the prep table.

Riley frowned, looking over the meat. There was a package of ham, another of roast beef and deli style chicken but none of it was what he was looking for. "You don't have bologna?" He asked.

"Let me look." Noah turned back to the fridge and looked through the contents. "There's dutch loaf." He said, "and capicola. We have some pastrami, beef salami, but no...no bologna."

Riley looked over the meats for a moment. He couldn't believe the selection. It seemed way too much for the small house hold. "Do you actually eat all this?" He asked.

Noah shrugged. "Personally, not really. The food is for the staff too but I think Baxter just likes to be prepared."

"Seems like an awful lot." Riley commented as he considered the options before him. "What's your favorite?"

"Oh, that's easy." Noah smiled. "The Cajun turkey. It's spicy enough to give you a little kick but not so  hot that you can't enjoy it."

"That sounds good." Riley told him. "Let's go with the Cajun turkey and the honey roasted ham."

"Excellent selections, Sir." Noah said, trying to do his best impression of Baxter.

Riley laughed at his antics. "Great, you make the sandwiches and I'll start on the salad."

They set to work making the food and Riley thought to himself that preparing their own lunch was the best idea he'd had in a while. He was glad that Noah had agreed to go along with it. There was something comforting about being in the kitchen together, their laughter mingling with the sounds of chopping and slicing as they worked side by side.

Noah watched as Riley put together a mouth watering garden salad, his hands moving with surprising dexterity as he sliced tomatoes and cucumbers, his movements graceful and precise. Noah admired the way he seemed to navigate his way around the kitchen with ease, his confidence shining through with every task.

"You're a natural in the kitchen." Noah teased, playfully.

Riley grinned, giving Noah a flirtatious wink. "What can I say, I'm a man of many talents."

"Well, not meaning to toot my own horn but, I think my sandwiches are looking pretty good over here."

Riley chuckled. "Let's just see if you're as good at making sandwiches as you are at...swimming."

With a sportive glint in his eye, Noah accepted the challenge, his fingers working deftly assembling the ingredients into perfect layers of bread, meat, cheese and all the fixings. Riley added potato chips and soda to the basket and Noah carefully placed the sandwiches and salad in as well. Riley grabbed a couple of bowls and forks. After adding a bottle of ranch dressing, they were ready for their picnic.

"Where to?" Riley asked.

Noah smiled. "I have the perfect spot." He said. "The sun room. It's beautiful this time of day with the light spilling in through the windows and we're not likely to be disturbed there."

"Sounds perfect." Riley said, linking arms with Noah as Noah picked up the basket in his other hand. "I can't wait."

***

Noah slouched against the counter top, running a hand through his hair in frustration. Lunch had been amazing. Even preparing their own food had been a fun experience for Noah. It wasn't the first time he'd made a sandwich but sharing the experience with Riley just made the act that much more satisfying. After lunch they went to the library where Noah allowed Riley to pick out a book and they sat down to read it together. Dinner had been a bit strained. They ate in the family dinning room with Noah's mother and while she didn't outright protest to Riley's presence there, she made it known in subtle ways that she was not happy.

After dinner, Riley excused himself to go to his room, shower, and ready himself for bed. Noah knew that Riley had work in the morning and while he wasn't happy about it, he wanted Riley to feel that he had the freedom and independence to make his own life choices. Besides, working and earning his own money seemed to be important to Riley and Noah respected that. There was so much that he wanted to give Riley, if he'd allow it, Noah just wasn't sure where to begin. Swimming, romantic dinners, and reading in the library were all things that Riley seemed to enjoy but for Noah, it just wasn't enough. He so desperately wanted to find a way to show Riley how he truly felt about him. A way to show Riley that he was really and truly loved.

"I want to do something for him, something special." He said. "How do you show someone that you really love them?"

"Have you told him that you love him?" Baxter asked, his hands knuckle deep in the dough he was kneading.

"Of course I've told him." Noah said. "But they're just words."

"They're not just words if you really mean them." Baxter pointed out.

"I know that." Noah sighed. "And, I did mean them, but it's just not enough. I want to show him that I meant it. I want to do something so amazing and spectacular that he'll be absolutely awe-struck"

Baxter chuckled softly as he began molding the dough into a baking dish.

"What's so funny?"

"You're over thinking this." Baxter explained. "You've wined and dined him, professed your love, and lavished him with attention. It's all well and good, and I'm sure he appreciates it all..."

"But?"

"But, you're not going to impress him with fine dinning and sweet words. From what I know of the boy, he'll respond more to affection than extravagant gifts."

Noah narrowed his eyes. "Are you suggesting that I sleep with him?"

Baxter laughed at that. "Heavens no, son. Eventually, when the two of you are ready then certainly but no, that's not what I meant."

"Then please explain, because you're confusing me."

Baxter sighed. He placed the dish in the oven and set the timer then turned to look at Noah, his expression thoughtful but serious. "You know," he began, "making home made bread is a tedious process. First you have to mix all the ingredients and then knead the dough. It's taxing and it seems like it takes forever to prepare. Then, after all that work, you put it in the oven and watch it grow. But, if you don't take the time to do the mixing and the kneading properly, the loaf falls flat. Of course, it would be much easier to go the market and buy bread but it's much better when fresh, and warm from the oven. Yes, it's hard work but well worth it in the end."

He wiped flour from his hands onto his apron then began to clean off the table where he'd been working. "In a way, love is like home made bread. You have to care for it, nurture it, and then, watch it grow. Riley grew up lacking the things that most children have but, what do you think he missed the most in his childhood?"

Noah shrugged. "His parents?"

"Yes." Baxter agreed. "But, more than that. He missed love, compassion, nurturing, and affection. He grew up feeling unwanted and rejected. He never had a stable home or a family to call his own. He never felt safe. As humans, we need all of those things to thrive and grow and Riley had none of them. If you want to show him that you really, truly, love him then give him what he needs the most."

"And, what is that?" Noah asked, still not sure what Baxter meant.

Baxter rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "Lord, child. Haven't you heard anything I just said? Riley grew up without a sense of worth. Few people actually showed him that they cared. He was isolated and alone. The best, most loving thing that you can do for him now is show him that you see him as a person and not just an omega. Show him that he's wanted, that he matters. Show him that he's the most important thing in your life."

"How do I do that?" Noah asked, starring at Baxter with such intensity, hanging on his every word. "I've already told him how I feel about him. I've shown him affection and done everything I can think of to properly...woo...him. What's left?"

Baxter shrugged. "Be there for him. Talk to him but also listen. Support him emotionally and let him know that what he thinks and feels matters to you. There's more to a relationship than sex and flowers. You have to trust each other, communicate, and be honest with each other. Take the most guarded and private part of yourself and lay it out in the open. Let him know that you trust him completely and he'll do the same for you."

***

As Noah walked alone through the quiet halls of the mansion, he thought over what Baxter had told him. He loved Riley. He loved him with all his heart, but was it enough? Did he trust Riley enough to share his deepest, darkest, secrets with him? He'd already shared so much, things he'd never told anyone else but there were still things that he kept locked away in his heart, too ashamed to reveal to anyone. Could he share that with Riley? He was terrified of Riley's reaction if he actually knew the truth. A truth that Noah himself didn't want to acknowledge. Revealing that dark part of his past to Riley would mean confronting it himself and he just wasn't sure if he was ready, or willing, to do that. With a heart heavy with the weight of his past, Noah returned to the solitude of his room. He had a lot to think over.

***

Riley sat against the head board of his bed thinking about how so much had changed over the last few days. He'd come to Reaney Hall with the intention of entering into a business like arrangement with the alpha that he had come to trust and respect. Security, safety, and a home in exchange for his companionship and more, if that was what Noah had wanted. What he hadn't expected was for Noah Reaney, an alpha, to actually love him. The reality of the situation was so much better than he could have ever imagined.

Riley knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Noah was the one. He was the love of Riley's life. Fate had some how brought them together and for that, Riley would always be thankful.

Their day together had been wonderful but it was getting late and Riley still had work in the morning. As he drifted off to sleep with thoughts of Noah fresh in his mind, a bright smile graced his lips. Rest came easily that night and Riley dreamed peaceful dreams of a brighter future.

***

The wind howled outside and the sky opened with a downpour of cold, February rain. Somewhere within the dark corridors of Reaney Hall, a woman wept. Her anguished cries echoed through the third floor and filled the night air but Riley couldn't hear her. His mind was finally at ease, shielded by the comforting embrace of slumber.

In his dreams, he found solace in memories of laughter and love shared with Noah. They were a beacon of light in the darkness, guiding him through the tumultuous seas of uncertainty. As the storm raged on outside, Riley remained cocooned in the warmth of his subconscious, far removed from the turmoil of the waking world. Yet, even amidst the tranquility of sleep, a faint echo of the woman's sorrow lingered, a haunting reminder of the mysteries hidden within Reaney Hall.

***

The dream was always the same. Noah had crept down the stairs to catch a glimpse of the party taking place in the ball room. Festive lights and decorations were hung throughout the mansion. Holiday music and cheerful laughter filled the house. It was Reaney Hall's annual Christmas Eve gala and anyone who was anyone was in attendance. Noah made his way quietly down the hall, hoping not to be caught out of bed at such a late hour. The staff were too busy to really notice or care that an eight year child was stealthily creeping around the corner. A maid smiled at him then nodded when Noah put a finger to his lips, a silent request not to tell on him.

The main went about her duties and Noah peeked around the corner to get a better look at the festivities. The sounds of conversation and friendly banter echoed out from within the ball room, along with the clinking of champagne glasses. Delicious scents from the many cakes, fudges, and other confectionery delights that Noah couldn't quite place filled the air, making his mouth water. The entire thing was a grand sight, especially to a young boy. A tree taller than Noah had ever seen stood in the corner of the room, covered in bright, glowing lights, colorful glass balls, garlands and tinsel in gold and silver and topped with a glittery star as brilliantly lit as the stars in the sky.

The tree, though beautiful, wasn't the only spectacle in the room. The guests too were dressed for the occasion. The men looked dashing in their black suits and crisp white shirts. The women though were the one's who truly caught Noah's eye. Dressed in exquisite gowns of all colors and styles, and adorned with shimmering jewels and perfectly styled hair, they were stunning. Noah felt like the prince at Cinderella's ball, surrounded by beautiful princesses, all dancing the night away in his grand palace. His mother and father were the Queen and King of course, both regal and elegant in appearance. Noah spotted his mother across the dance floor talking to a small group of people who Noah didn't recognize.

Lilian was a vision of beauty in her emerald green chiffon gown, a green so dark and deep that it matched her emerald eyes. The fabric flowed like liquid silk around her slender frame. Mid-length lace sleeves accentuated the graceful curve of hers arms as she moved about, greeting her guests with grace and poise. Her black hair was like a shimmering crown of glossy waves artfully styled and framing her heart shaped face. A single diamond hairpin adorned her curls, glinting like a star against the the rick darkness of her hair. She was truly radiant. A sight to behold.

As she mingled among her guests, her laughter filled the air with an infectious warmth that drew admirers to her to moths to a candle's flame. Stephen Reaney was as handsome as his wife was beautiful, dressed in a black tuxedo, an emerald green scarf draped loosely around his neck. His brown hair was beginning to turn grey around his temples but it only added to his air of sophistication. Noah had always looked up to his father and admired him. He hoped to be like his father one day, respected and loved by all. Powerful but kind and generous to those in need. To Noah, his father was a hero because he helped those who were less fortunate and he wanted to make the world a better place for all. Noah wanted to do the same some day. He'd save the whole world if he could.

Noah smiled at the sight before him, wishing he could join them.

'One day.' He thought to himself. 'When I'm older, I'll host a party like this.'

For now though, all he could do was watch. He hid behind a stack of brightly wrapped boxes, praying that he wouldn't be discovered and sent back to bed. He loved watching the dancers and listening to the music. He'd steal a cookie or a piece of fudge when he was sure no one was looking then scurry back to his hiding spot to enjoy his pilfered treat. As the night went on, Noah became tired, eventually falling asleep on the floor behind the mountain of gifts. Sometime later, he was awakened by a loud, terrified scream. That was the point that his dream became a nightmare.

The ballroom was empty now. The light from the tree the only illumination offered in the darkness surrounding Noah. Noah rushed out and into the hallway, needing to find out where that scream had come from. Was someone hurt? Had something bad happened? Noah had to know. His family depended on him.

Once he'd reached the hallway he could hear talking. No, more like shouting. Angry shouting and it was coming from the family room. The fearful sobs of a woman crying were nearly drowned out by the shouting but Noah could still hear them. The cries belonged to his mother Noah realized. His blood boiled with rage. Whoever hurt his mother was going to pay. He marched down the hall in the direction of the shouting and that's when he recognized his father's voice as well. Stephen was arguing with someone and he sounded pissed as hell.

"You can't do this!" Stephen Reaney shouted. "I won't let you destroy my family."

"Shut up and walk." The other man said, a man whose voice Noah did not recognize. "Do as I say and no one gets hurt, understand?"

Noah watched as a masked man forced Stephen, at gun point, to leave the family room and walk down the hall to Stephen's home office. Noah hid behind a large potted plant in the hallway, terrified of what was going to happen to his father. He thought for a moment to go to his mother and see that she was alright. He could still hear her sobbing and calling for Stephen. She sounded scared but she was alive. Noah grappled with his decision to either go to his mother or follow his father and the masked intruder. In the end, he decided to follow the two men.

As he neared the office, Noah could hear the men arguing again. The gunman was demanding money or he would...something. Noah couldn't remember exactly. He was terrified but he had to help his father. He was a child but still an alpha and his father always said that an alpha protects his family. So, taking in a deep breath, Noah rushed into the room, yelling, demanding the bad man leave his family alone. Startled, and angry, the gunman turned and stared directly at Noah. Noah froze and when he saw the gun pointed at him, he felt something warm and wet soak the front of his pants and drip down his leg. He began to cry. Stephen yelled for Noah to run but Noah couldn't move.

His father lunged forward, reaching for the gun. There was a brief struggle and then the gun went off. The sound was like thunder, loud and booming. It made Noah's ears ring. The gunman fled, sprinting past Noah and knocking him to the floor. Noah's head hit something hard and cold. There was a sharp sting on the side of his head and his head was throbbing. Things began to slide in and out of focus and Noah felt dizzy. As the darkness slowly began to close in around him, Noah remembered seeing his father laying on the floor, his eyes were open and filled with fear, his mouth frozen in a soundless scream and, there was blood. There was so much blood.

Noah didn't want to look anymore, didn't want to see, didn't want to know. He closed his eyes, his mind tumbling into darkness and then there was nothing. That's where the nightmare ended. It always ended the same way, with Noah staring into his father's dead eyes right before he passed out. It was an image etched into Noah's mind, a painful reminder of his own helplessness in the face of tragedy. But, there were gaps in his memory. Like pieces of a puzzle missing from his subconscious. He couldn't remember the exact moment that his father had been shot or what he had done to provoke the gunman. And yet, the guilt weighed heavy on his soul, a burden he carried with him every day since that terrible night.

Noah's body tensed as he relived the nightmare, his muscles coiled like springs about to snap. He felt a scream building in his throat, a primal cry of anguish and despair threatening to break free. And then, just as it had reached it's crescendo, he jolted awake, drenched in sweat and gasping for air.

In the dim light of his bedroom, Noah's chest heaved with each ragged breath, his hands trembling as he tried to shake off the remnants of the dream. But, the memories clung to him like a shadow, refusing to be banished back into the recesses of his mind where they belonged. He ran a hand through his sweat soaked hair and fought against the tears that were threatening to fall. He had to stay strong, be brave. He wan an alpha. He couldn't let one little nightmare destroy him or make him appear weak. Not like before.

Noah's head snapped up when he heard a soft tapping at his door. "Noah, are you okay?" The voice was soft and filled with concern. The door slowly opened and Noah felt a sense of relief wash over him as Riley appeared in the doorway, his eyes wide with worry.

***

Riley had been awoken by a blood curdling scream in the night but it wasn't the mysterious weeping woman. With a start, Riley realized that the scream he had just heard had come from Noah. Riley rushed out of his room and quickly over to Noah's room just one door down. He wasn't sure if he should just go in or knock first. It seemed an invasion of Noah's privacy to just barge in unannounced so he gently knocked on the door and then called out to him. "Noah, are you okay?" When there was no reply, worried, Riley eased the door open. What he saw when he looked into the room made his heart drop.

Noah looked horrible. His face was pale and his hair, wet with sweat, stuck to his forehead in a disheveled mess. Riley could also see the pain and fear etched into Noah's features and the haunted look in his eyes spoke volumes to Riley. Noah was not okay. "Oh, my God, Noah." Riley gasped, staring at him, his concern for the alpha apparent. "What happened?"

Noah forced a weak smile, trying to push aside the lingering dread that threatened to consume him. "Just a nightmare." He muttered, his voice hoarse with emotion. "Nothing to worry about."

Riley didn't buy that for a minute. He could see how tense and upset Noah was. Without another word, he crossed the room and sat down on the bed next to Noah, wrapping his arms around him in a comforting way. "Do you want to talk about it?" Riley asked, his soothing voice working to calm Noah's frayed nerves. "You know I'm here for you, no matter what."

Noah felt a lump form in his throat at Riley's words, a swell of emotion threatening to overwhelm him. He'd spent so long trying to bury his feelings and pretend that everything was fine when it wasn't. He'd gotten so good at hiding his feelings but Riley saw through him. He couldn't hide from Riley and, oddly enough, he didn't want to. Baxter's advice echoed in his mind. Riley was there, by his side, trying to be supportive. Noah wanted to confide in him. He wanted to be able to let go of the facade and just let it all out. To have that kind of freedom would feel so good but his fears held him back and prevented him from truly opening up to the man he loved.

"It's just...it's hard to talk about." Noah admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I've had this same nightmare for as long as I can remember, but I've never been able to shake it."

Riley pulled Noah closer, enfolding him in a warm embrace that chased away the chill of night. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." Riley said, his voice and eyes radiating warmth and empathy. "Just know that you don't have to face your nightmares alone, not anymore. I'm here now."

Tears pricked at the corners of Noah's eyes as he looked into Riley's unwavering gaze. His words were like an anchor in a storm, keeping Noah from being pulled under, beneath the current. He hugged Riley back and kissed him. "I want to tell you but I'm scared. I don't want to lose you, Riley. I'm just afraid that I have too much baggage and it's not fair to you. I love you, but you don't deserve to be dragged into my fucked-up world."

Noah leaned back against the headboard, staring at his hands, his fingers fidgeting nervously as he struggled to control his emotions. Riley reached out to grasp Noah's hand. His brow furrowed with worry as he gently squeezed Noah's hand. It broke Riley's heart to see Noah so shaken and vulnerable. The nightmare had really upset him and Riley wanted more than anything to ease Noah's pain and chase away his demons but Noah seemed unable or unwilling to talk about what had upset him so badly.

Still, Riley was determined to at least try and fix this. That's what omegas did after all, they fixed things. They were the gentle, comforting, calm to an alpha's strength and power. Omegas were so often seen as weak but they could be fiercely protective when needed and right now, Noah needed Riley.

Riley shifted closer to Noah, his very presence was soothing. "Noah, I'm here for you, no matter what. You can tell me anything. And, you don't have to be afraid of losing me. I'm not going anywhere. I love you."

Noah's heart ached hearing Riley's words of reassurance. The sincerity in his voice was like a soothing balm to his troubled heart. But, the weight of his own fears and insecurities bore down on him, trapping him beneath layers and layers of crushing doubt. He wanted so badly to believe Riley and he knew that he should be able to trust him but that ever present nagging voice in his mind with it's constant negativity wouldn't allow Noah to let his guard down, not even for Riley.

"What if it's too much?" Noah whispered, his voice trembling with uncertainty. "What if...what if you find out that I'm not the man you thought I was? Riley, you mean everything to me and if you...if you knew the truth..."

Riley's grip tightened around Noah's hand, his eyes searching Noah's face with a fierce intensity. "Noah, listen to me." He said, earnestly. "Part of being in a relationship means taking the bad with the good. And yeah, you've been through some shit, so have I. But you don't have to face it alone. I love you, all of you, and I can handle whatever comes my way, I always have, and I've gotten pretty good at dealing with fucked-up shit. I want to help you through this. I want to be there for you, to support you, because that's what partners do."

Noah smiled through his tears as he looked into Riley's beautiful brown eyes, wondering how he had gotten so lucky. "I love you." He whispered, his voice choked with emotion.

"You better." Riley grinned. "Now, dry your eyes and tell me everything. You have nothing to lose because there isn't anything that you could ever tell me that would make me stop loving you."

***

It wasn't easy, telling Riley about the dream. A part of Noah still worried what Riley would think of him. Would he blame Noah, or consider him a coward for not doing anything to help his father?

"God, Noah. I had no idea." Riley could see the stress that Noah was under so he reached out and touched Noah's hand, smiling at him reassuringly. "What happened that night would be traumatizing for anyone but, Noah, you were just a kid. You can't keep blaming yourself for something you had no control over."

Noah nodded as his eyes filled with tears. "I know but...I just can't shake the feeling that if I hadn't been there, if I hadn't startled the gunman..."

"Hey," Riley reached out, gently wiping away Noah's tears with his thumb. "It was not your fault, Noah. You were an eight year old child. You couldn't have known what would happen."

"No." Noah agreed. "But I should have done something. I should have at least tried. I just stood there, frozen, like a coward. I let my father down. I let my entire family down. It's no wonder my own mother can barely look at me. I must be such a disappointment to her."

Riley shook his head, disgusted by societies dumb ideas of what an alpha should and shouldn't be. All the pressure put on them to be a certain way. Omegas were weak, alphas were strong, betas were smart. If someone stepped out of their assigned stereotype then there was something wrong with them. They were a problem that needed to be corrected. Damn stupid stereotypes that made an eight year old boy think it was his duty, his responsibility to take the weight of his families problems on his own shoulders.

"I don't think she was disappointed that a child was too afraid to face a grown man with a gun. I think she was probably relieved." Riley slipped a finger beneath Noah's chin and lifted his head so he could see his eyes. "Noah, that's not cowardice, it's intelligence. There was nothing that you could have done and if you had tried to fight, you would have been killed too."

"Maybe it would have been better if I had." Noah said. "Maybe it was meant to be me all along. Dad just got in the way."

"Don't say that, Noah." Riley looked at him sternly, a hint of anger in his voice. "It wouldn't have been better. Your father saved your life because he wanted you to live. He wanted you to grow up and have a good and happy life. Don't disrespect his memory by thinking you deserve any less. You were meant to live because we were meant to be together. I know it in my heart. We were meant to be right here, right now, and that could never have happened if you had died."

Noah sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I just wish I could remember everything from that night. I've tried to piece it together but my memory is still so hazy. I remember hearing the gun shot and seeing my father's face but not much else. I had been knocked over and I hit my head on something that knocked me out cold."

"Do you remember what you hit your head on?" Riley asked.

Noah shook his head. "It was hard, like metal, and thick. Maybe a pewter statue or something but I really don't know. No one has ever actually told me what it was."

Riley thought about what Noah had revealed so far, his mind reeling with so many possibilities. He recalled the news article he'd read when he first met Noah online. The details of the night in question were so vague. Riley would have thought the murder of a local business owner and billionaire would have been a top story but there had been almost no coverage on it at all. It was strange.

"Did they ever find out who the shooter was?" Riley asked.

"Not that I was ever told." Noah said. "I've asked Mother before but she always changes the subject. Actually, no one here talks about it. It's like they all want to pretend it never happened."

"That is a bit odd." Riley said. "You would think that your mother of all people would want the killer caught and punished."

Noah nodded in agreement. "I know there's more to what happened that night, something they're not telling me, I just don't understand why. I think that's the reason I keep having these nightmares. It's like my brain wants me to remember...something. Finding out the truth is the only way I'm ever to get any real closure. It's the only way I'll find any peace. I have to know what really happened to my father. Who murdered him and why? I need answers."

"We'll find them together." Riley told him. "Remember, you're not alone in this. We'll figure it all out together."

Noah buried his face in Riley's chest, trembling with emotion, he said, "Thank you, Riley. Thank you for being so wonderful to me."

Riley smiled as he held Noah tight. "Do you want me to stay the night with you?" He asked.

"Please." Noah whispered. "I don't want to be alone."

"You'll never be alone again." Riley murmured, his voice barely audible over the sound of their beating hearts. Riley held Noah close. His heart ached for Noah but, as they lay there together, wrapped in each others arms, they both felt a sense of peace settle over them. They knew, no matter what came their way, they would face it together, side by side. And, as they clung to each other in the darkness, Noah allowed himself to believe for maybe the first time ever, that he might actually be able to put together the pieces of his shattered past. As long as he had Riley by  his side, Noah felt that he could do anything.

Chapter Nine

Riley's eyes fluttered open and he quickly kicked away his covers. "Too hot." He muttered, hoarsely. A feverish haze clouded his thoughts, making it difficult to focus as he struggled to sit up. "God, it's hot in here." He said again as he wiped a hand across his forehead. His skin was hot to the touch and he felt like his entire body was on fire. He groaned, rubbing his temples. His clothes, drenched in sweat, clung to his body. Even the bed sheets were soaked through. He peeled his T-shirt off and threw it on the floor then swung his legs over the side of the bed and tried to stand up. Immediately he was struck by painful cramps in his abdomen. So painful that he doubled over, clutching his stomach as he moaned in discomfort.

Noah stirred beside him, awoken by Riley's sounds of distress. It took him a moment to realize that something was wrong but when he sat up and switched on the light he looked at Riley, and noticed his flushed completion and labored breathing. "Riley, you're burning up." Noah said, gently touching his arm. Just a simple touch of Noah's fingers on Riley's skin caused him to tense. He shivered and then blew out a ragged breath. A gush of slick leaked out of him from behind, soaking through his shorts.

Riley shifted, restlessly. "It's so damn hot in here." He complained. "I can barely breathe." Sliding to the edge of the bed, he tried to stand again. Slower this time and with more care. His legs were wobbly but he somehow managed to keep his balance as he stumbled towards the window. His arms felt heavy and his hands were trembling but still he managed to wrench the window open, welcoming the rush of cool air that swept into the room. He sighed a breathe of relief but he still felt uncomfortable. His shorts were wet, itchy, and blocked the cool air from reaching the lower half of his body. He knew in an instant that he needed to be free of them so without another thought, he slid them down and kicked them to the side now standing completely naked in from of the open window.

Noah's eyes widened as the realization of what was happening finally dawned on him. He immediately sprang into action and rushed into the bathroom where he began to fill the tub with cool water. "Riley." He said gently. "Let's get you into a cool bath, you'll feel a lot better."

Riley nodded." Yeah, that actually sounds really nice."

Noah guided him into the bathroom and then helped him into the tub. The water was a welcome change from the stifling and smothering air of the bedroom. With a sigh of relief, Riley eased himself down, further into the soothing chill of the bath. He licked his dry lips and closed his eyes, trying to relax some though it wasn't easy. His body was hyper sensitive. He felt like a jumbled mess of raw nerves. Every sensation, from the gentle breeze that grazed his bare skin near the window to the water that caressed his body, was heightened times a hundred.

Noah knelt down beside the tub and began to tenderly sponge water over Riley's shoulders and down his back. Riley hissed and his body quivered. He craved Noah's touch but at the same couldn't stand it, or rather, the way it made him feel. Like he was about to fly out of his skin and come undone. It was a strange feeling to want something so badly, to need and desire something that makes you want to literally crawl out of your skin. And Noah, as kind and caring as he was trying to be, just didn't understand what he was doing to Riley. The next time the sponge touched his skin and the tips of Noah's fingers made contact with Riley's shoulders, Riley shuddered and hissed. His cock swelled and it was all Riley could do to keep from grabbing it and jerking off right there.

"What do you need?" Noah asked him, concern settling over his face. "Is there anything I can get you?"

Riley opened his eyes. "What time is it?" He asked.

"Early." Noah told him. "About five am."

Riley groaned. "I have to be at work in three hours." He said.

Noah almost laughed. "Work? That's what you're worried about? Riley, there is no way that you're going into work today. Not like this."

Riley sat up then turned around to look at Noah. "I can't miss work." He gasped. "I'll get fired."

"You're job is the last thing you need to worry about right now, Riley. I'll have Maggie call in and explain the situation."

Riley shook his head in protest. "My manager isn't going to care that I'm sick. If I don't show for work, I won't have a job to go back to."

Sick? Was Riley being serious? Noah couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Riley, you're not sick. You're in heat. You must know that."

"No." Riley turned back around, slouching down into the water. "I can't be. I'm not due for at least another three weeks. I made sure of that when I agreed to meet with you."

Noah sighed, running a hand through his hair. He believed Riley but his scent was unmistakable. He was in heat. Just being this close to him, the spike in his pheromones was like a punch to the face. The more of Riley that Noah breathed in the harder it became for him to control his own instincts to claim the omega. His scent, normally so calm and soothing like summer rain with the undertones of mint, had become a delicious mix of spice and honey. It was so enticing making Noah's mind race with thoughts of Riley laying naked on the bed with Noah on top of him, licking his way down his body. Noah let out a deep breath and rubbed at the back of his neck.

'Calm down.' He told himself. 'It's just the pheromones.' Riley's scent was coming off him in waves though and even Noah was finding it difficult to concentrate. Seeing Riley laying in the tub, water trickling down his smooth, hairless chest, over pert nipples...it was too much for Noah to take. His cock stirred behind the thin fabric of his sleep pants. Noah pushed himself away from the tub, taking a few steps back from Riley and toward the door. Riley watched him, curiously, as he leaned back against the tub again.

Noah's eyes were all over him, drifting over every inch of exposed skin. His flat stomach and the tips of his knees sticking out from the water. He had his legs spread and his right hand resting on the inside of his thigh. He let his eyes drift up Riley's body. He admired the curve of his neck and the soft, milky skin that would feel so good between his teeth.

"Where are you going?" Riley asked and Noah could hear the need in his voice. He was beginning to sink deeper into his heat. It wouldn't be long before he was completely consumed by it.

"I...your scent..." Noah sucked in a deep breath. "It's too much."

Noah could see the disappointment in Riley's eyes but he couldn't help it. He considered himself a strong man and alpha but fuck...he wasn't that damn strong. Riley's scent was overpowering what little control he had left.

"You don't have to go." Riley said, his voice soft and needy. "I...don't want you to go." He pushed himself up from the bath, droplets of water clung to his naked skin giving it a slick sheen in the lamp light. His cock jutted out from between his legs, fully erect and dripping wet. The sweet scent of slick was stronger now that he wasn't submerged in the bath. The scent filled the air, assaulting Noah's senses. Riley, unsteady as he was, held onto the edge of the tub and put one leg over but his mind was in a fog of lust and need and he almost immediately lost his footing.

Noah was by his side in an instant, holding him up. Strong arms wrapped around him and Riley leaned into him, his face pressed into the side of Noah's neck, his arms slipping around Noah weakly and holding onto him as best he could. Noah lifted Riley out of the tub with ease and set him on the floor. Riley didn't let go though, clinging to Noah he pressed his face closer, inhaling his scent, then nipping at and licking Noah's neck. A soft growl rumbled through Noah's chest and out his mouth. His hands moved down Riley's back, his fingers tracing the curve of his spine and then gripping his ass, pressing his fingers into the soft, plump, flesh.

"Please." Riley moaned so softly his voice was barely audible. He began kissing and sucking at Noah's neck, his teeth gently grazing his skin. It was more than Noah could take. Lifting Riley up and into his arms, Noah carried him bridal style into the other room where he gently laid him down on the bed. Thankfully, Maggie had changed the sheets while Riley was in the bath, at Noah's request. Riley hadn't even noticed Noah sending her a text but then again he wasn't paying attention to much else than wanting to get Noah on top of him.

His earlier concerns about making it to work now forgotten, Riley had one goal in mind and one only and by the lustful look in his eyes, Noah knew exactly what that goal was. Noah's hand slid up Riley's body, still wet from the bath, over his nipples and up to his neck. His hand encircled Riley's throat, his fingers sliding along smooth flesh as his thumb rubbed along the under side of his chin. Riley titled his head back, exposing his neck even more. Noah leaned over and kissed him, pressing his lips against the spot where the collar bone and neck meet. He kissed and licked his neck, moving to the dip in his throat.

Riley moaned and squirmed beneath him, wordlessly begging for more. The sounds he made were urgent and demanding. His heart began pounding in his chest and his breathing was becoming more erratic. Noah knew he didn't have a lot of time before Riley was completely overcome by his heat. As much as Noah wanted to claim Riley, to mark him so there would be no mistaking who he belonged to, he just wasn't sure if it was the right thing to do. Omegas in heat were a slave to their bodies, right now, Riley would consent to anything but how would he feel about it once the fog had lifted and he was thinking rationally again?

They had both agreed to wait until the time was right and Noah wanted to uphold that agreement but he knew he wouldn't be able to if Riley's heat triggered a rut. The only thing he could do to ensure that didn't happen was to put as much distance between he and Riley as he could.

That was easier said than done.

As soon as Noah started to pull away, Riley's arms shot up and encircled Noah's neck, pulling him back down. Riley clung to him, holding Noah against him with all his strength, refusing to let him go.

"Riley." Noah breathed out, trying to pry Riley's hands off him but failing at it entirely.

"Please." Riley said again, his voice strained and wavering. He had tears in his eyes and Noah could see that he was suffering as he pleaded with Noah to stay.

"Riley, I don't know if it's really you that wants me to stay or the heat and I don't want us to do something we both might regret later."

"We won't." Riley said, his breaths ragged as he panted out each word as though he were struggling to even speak. "I want this. I want you."

Noah closed his eyes and sighed, unsure of what to do. Could he really just walk away and leave Riley to suffer through this alone? He already knew the answer before he'd even thought the question. No, he could not. Riley was his omega, his to protect and take care of. Riley, was his mate. There was no denying that fact. They belonged to each other.

"Alright." Noah said softly. He kissed Riley's forehead and smiled down at him. "I'll stay." He just hoped that he was doing the right thing.

***

Waiting was the worst. Noah had agreed to stay and then told Riley to wait for him, there was something he needed to do first. Riley groaned as he lay on his back and stared up at the ceiling. What could Noah possibly have to do that was more important than being there with Riley? If Riley didn't crave Noah's touch so much he might actually have been pissed at the man.

Riley rolled over on his side and grabbed the TV remote off the night stand. He turned the TV on then brought up the channel menu and scanned through the channels until he found what he wanted, the adult pay-per-view list. Riley didn't make a habit of watching porn very often but found it to be an important tool when dealing with his heats. That and his trusty vibrator that was, unfortunately, in his room, another door down. He would have went to retrieve it but he was naked and Noah had told him not to leave the room.

An adult film would have to do until Noah returned. Riley looked through a few of the films until he found one that looked promising. 'After the game.' The movie began in a locker room after a football match and the home team had just entered the locker room to shower and change. It started off okay. The actors were good looking and well built. Once they all headed into the shower, completely naked, they began roughhousing around with each other, snapping each other with towels, and wrestling around a bit. A tall, blond, alpha started jerking himself off and another player, a beta, began to give head to another alpha. Riley could already see where this was going. The shower scene erupted into a full blown orgy with players preforming oral on and eventually, fucking each other.

Riley could never even imagine himself engaged in anything even remotely close to what was happening in the movie but it was still fun to watch. Eventually though, he got bored with just watching and decided to have a little fun himself. Rolling over so that he was again on his back, he reached down and began to stroke himself. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back. He couldn't see the movie from the angle he was in anyway but he could still hear it and the sound alone was enough to urge him on. Not that he really needed extra stimulation. As soon as his hand wrapped around his cock it sprung to life once more, willing and able to be played with.

He moved his hand up and down over the shaft, slowly letting his fingers slide along his skin all the way to the tip that he rubbed slowly with his thumb. It felt good. Not as good as it would if it had been Noah's hand stroking him but it was enough at least to take the edge off. He continued to stroke himself, going faster with each stroke. When he'd really gotten into it, he used some of his own slick for lubrication. Spreading his legs, he rubbed his hole with two fingers, even inserting them inside as far as he could until his fingers were good and covered then he smeared the slick over his cock, getting it nice and wet.

His hand slid effortlessly over the length of his cock now, allowing him to build up his momentum. Before he even realized it, he was moaning and bucking his hips against the mattress. He lightly bit his bottom lip and squeezed his eyes shut, trying hard not to cry out and alert anyone who may be close by to what he was doing. He'd only been caught jerking himself off once and that by one of his foster mothers. She had never been able to look him in the eye again after that. Riley was almost grateful that she ignored him most of the time. It was a humiliating experience.

Riley continued to touch himself and with every stroke, he imagined that it was Noah's hand wrapped around his cock, his head dipping down to lick Riley's dripping cock as he had done by the pool. He moved his hand over his length with quick strokes, bringing himself closer to his orgasm. Not able to hold back a moment longer, he moaned loudly, gasping out Noah's name as he came.

"Wow, all that and I haven't even touched you yet."

Riley's eyes snapped open and he turned his head to See Noah standing in the doorway, a huge grin on his face.

Riley felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment. "I...I tried to wait." He stammered. "I just..."

Noah held up a hand. "It's okay. Honestly, watching you was pretty hot. Kinda wish I'd been here from the start." He glanced at the TV and chuckled. "I see you had some help too."

Riley quickly grabbed the remote and switched the TV off. Noah walked over to the bed and looked down at him, smiling. "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting so long." He told him. "But, if we're going to do this, then I want to do it right."

Riley looked at him, confused. "What do you mean?"

"Do you trust me?" Noah asked, cocking an eyebrow playfully.

"Of course." Riley smiled. "Always."

"Good." Without warning, Noah scooped Riley up in his arms, holding him against his chest as he carried him out of the room and down the hall. Riley was about to protest being taken away from the safety of Noah's bedroom until Riley realized where it was that Noah was taking him.

The door to the rose room was open and a soft glow filtered out of the room and into the hallway. As Noah neared the open door, Riley's eyes went wide, seeing what awaited them inside. Noah had really out done himself this time.

Noah carried Riley across the threshold as though he were a new bride and this was their wedding night. Riley couldn't help but be swept away at the amount of thought and energy Noah had put into creating an atmosphere that just oozed romance. The room was bathed in a soft, dim light, flickering candles cast a warm glow that seemed to dance off the walls. Ambient lighting, strategically placed throughout the room added to the romantic ambiance, creating a scene straight out of a fairy tale.

On the nightstand, he saw a bottle of champagne, chilling on ice, and a trail of red rose petals led from the door to the bed where they were then evenly scattered over the mattress. Riley felt his heart swell with love as he glanced at Noah, a smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"You did all this?" Riley asked.

"Like I said," Noah told him, "I wanted to do this right."

As Noah gently laid him against the bed, Riley's gaze met his, a silent exchange of love and devotion passing between them. In that moment, surrounded by the soft glow of the candles and the intoxicating scent of roses, Riley knew that he was exactly where he was meant to be, with Noah. Noah's touch was gentle yet possessive as he brushed a stray lock of hair from Riley's forehead, his eyes shinning with unyielding love. Riley's breath caught in his throat at the intensity of Noah's gaze, a rush of warmth flooding his senses.

"Riley. I don't want a one night stand or a friend with benefits. I want a mate, a partner in life and in love.  If you'll have me, I want to mark you, claim you, and let the world know that you belong to me, forever. But, I won't force it on you and I will never do anything that you're not okay with. So, before we go any further, I need to know. Do you accept me as your mate and will you take my mark?"

Riley looked at Noah with tears in his eyes. Alphas so rarely asked what an omega wanted, they just took and demanded, never caring about the feelings of their partners. Noah had asked Riley what he wanted though. He'd given Riley a choice. To Riley, that was the greatest gift Noah could have ever given him because it showed Riley that not only did Noah care about him and respect him as an equal but also that Noah truly cared about making Riley happy. Riley mattered to him. Noah didn't just want Riley's body, he wanted all of him. His mind, his strengths as well as his flaws and most importantly, his heart.

"Yes." Riley whispered, his heart overflowing with the love that he felt for Noah. "I will take your mark and I do accept you as my mate, forever, I love you."

Hearing Riley speak those words, Noah had never been happier in his entire life. His heart swelled with love and his eyes filled with tears of joy. "Riley, are you absolutely sure because..."

Riley gently put his fingers to Noah's lips, cutting him off. "Shh. It's okay Noah. I'm sure. I want this, I want you. I've never been more sure of anything in my life and, it's not just my heat talking, this is me. I'm ready."

Riley sat up, getting to his knees, he reached out to grasp Noah's wrist, pulling Noah toward him. Noah climbed onto the bed and at once wrapped his arms around Riley. No more words were spoken between them, there didn't need to be. Each one knew what the other wanted, almost as if they could easily read each others mind.

Noah slipped his clothes off quickly and returned to the bed. The scent of Riley's arousal engulfed him. Turning Riley around so that his back was to Noah, Noah brushed Riley's hair aside and began kissing his neck and shoulders. Riley leaned his head to the side, submissively. Noah's hand moved around Riley's waist to the front where he laid it against Riley's stomach, pulling Riley closer against himself and holding him there in a tender embrace.

Riley could feel Noah's chest, lightly spattered with soft, fine, hair, brush his back as Noah kissed him. The coarse hair around his cock pressed against Riley's ass and Noah's cock, hard and eager to taste Riley, was pushed against him, the head reaching Riley's lower back.

Riley whimpered and moaned as Noah's other hand moved slowly and delicately down Riley's back, his fingers making a trail down Riley's spine. Riley shivered uncontrollably as Noah's hand made it's way further down until it rested at the base of his spine. Riley bit his bottom lip in anticipation as Noah, gently pushing on Riley's lower back, lowered him down until his chest was touching the mattress.

One finger was first to breach his hole. Riley let out a whimpering moan as Noah pushed his finger in deeper. A gush of warm, wet, slick oozed out, over Noah's hand and down his wrist. The feel of Riley's slick on his hand made Noah harder, his body reacting to Riley's. His cock longing to be buried deep inside the omega. Noah inserted a second finger and Riley gasped as Noah slowly scissored him, stretching him out. Riley was tight and even with the aide of his slick Noah knew he needed to prepare him before Riley would be able to take the full size of him.

Riley let out a shuddering breath as Noah moved his fingers inside of him, gently moving in and out with deliberate care. A third finger went in and Riley hissed between his teeth but when Noah started to pull back, Riley thrust his hips backward, forcing Noah's fingers back inside. Noah pushed all three fingers in as far as he could until he was knuckles deep inside Riley's puckering hole.

He loved the way Riley's body tightened around his fingers, refusing to give them up. He imagined what his cock would feel like inside of Riley as Riley's ring of muscles tightened around it, sucking it in. Riley did his best to balance himself on the mattress. Noah's other arm still wrapped around him, helped to hold him up. Riley took the opportunity to reach down, between his legs, and once again wrapped his fingers around his own cock and began to stroke it.

Even after cumming in Noah's room, Riley's dick was wide awake, impossibly hard, and demanding attention. Riley moaned loudly as he worked his cock all while Noah continued to probe his ass with his fingers. The sensation was too much but still, Riley's body craved more. He wanted Noah. He wanted his cock inside, knotting him over and over again until they both collapsed breathlessly on the bed.

Riley's hands began to shake. His breath was ragged. Soft, mewling whimpers escaped him as his face morphed into a mask of pure pleasure. Noah's cock ached and throbbed with the building pressure of his own arousal. He wanted to take his time, to taste Riley and savor the moment but he couldn't. For his sake, and Riley's, he needed to stop teasing him and give him what he needed. It turned him on seeing Riley so flustered. The noises he made aroused him so much, especially the ones he made while pleasuring himself.

Noah's fingers slipped out of Riley and Riley moaned in protest. Slick oozed out and down the inside of his thighs. It glistened against his skim in the candle light, giving his thighs an enticing sheen. Noah slid his hand over Riley's ass, squeezing lightly, his fingers pushing into his soft flesh. Again Riley moaned and pushed back, lifting his ass some as if begging to be filled once more. Noah smiled at his needy little omega. Riley was close to cumming, Noah could tell by the sounds he made and the way his body shivered in anticipation.

Reaching around him, Noah grasped Riley's cock in his hand and began to stroke him. Riley relinquished control without protest, allowing Noah to bring him over the edge. Faster and faster Noah pumped Riley's cock in his hand, his fingers sliding easily over his shaft now wet with a mixture of slick and pre-cum. Riley shuttered. "I'm close." He muttered through ragged breaths. Noah pumped him hard, his other hand still pressed to his stomach, holding him in place.

"God." Riley moaned loudly. Noah could feel his cock, pulsing in his hand and then Riley tensed. With a low, guttural moan, he came. Noah felt Riley cum in his hand, the hot, sticky fluid dripped down, over his fingers, spilling on the mattress beneath them.

Riley heaved a breath of relief but it was short lived. "Noah." He crooned. "I need you. Need you so bad. Inside. Please."

"You're sure you're ready?" Noah asked. "I don't want to hurt you."

"I'm ready." Riley assured him. "I want you inside me." The demand in his voice turned Noah on even more and he could no longer deny Riley. Riley wanted him, needed him, and Noah wasn't about to disappoint him.

He turned Riley over, laying him on his back and took in the sight of him. He was gorgeous and sexy as hell. There was just something about him, laying there all flustered and disheveled, his legs and thighs dripping with slick and his own release.

Noah had never been so aroused by anyone in his life. True that he'd never had a sexual partner before but he wasn't a stranger to porn and he'd often fantasized about making love with someone but it was never like this, never so visceral and profound. He'd never, in his life, felt so close to another human being as he felt now, with Riley.

Noah leaned over and inhaled his scent. It made his mouth water. He kissed Riley, plunging his tongue into Riley's mouth and delighting in the sounds he made. Noah allowed his hand to trail down Riley's body, over his chest and nipples, his stomach, and down to his hips. Gently grabbing Riley's hips, Noah pulled him closer then pushed his knees apart, exposing the treasure awaiting him between Riley's legs. Noah would have taken him into his mouth if he wasn't already in such a rush to claim his mate.

'Later.' He thought to himself. 'We'll have time to explore each other later.' Right now, Riley needed some relief from his heat.

As Noah moved in between Riley's legs, Riley lifted up, bending his knees and exposing his slick and dripping hole. Noah pushed Riley's legs back further until his knees were pressed against his chest. Noah then began to position himself, lining the head of his cock up with Riley's entrance. Riley bit his lip as he leaned his head back. He gasped as he felt the head pressed against him, nudging it's way in before finally breaching Riley's tight ring of muscles.

"God, you're so tight." Noah breathed as he pushed into him.

Riley whimpered softly as Noah entered him. It hurt some, a sharp sting that settled into a slight burn. Thanks to his slick, it was bearable. Noah was taking his time, easing in slowly, trying not to hurt Riley. Riley was thankful for that. In his current, fevered state, Riley wouldn't have even thought to tell Noah to be gentle. His mind was a fog of lust and need and the only thing he cared about in that moment was having his heat sated.

Noah's fingers dug into the soft flesh of Riley's thighs as he held them apart. With one final thrust he was in, all the way in. Riley yelped and Noah instantly stopped moving. He looked at Riley, concern written on his face. "Are you okay?" He asked.

"Yes." Riley told him. "I'm golden. Please, don't stop."

Riley lifted his hips off the bed a bit and arched his back, urging Noah to continue. Noah took the cue and began to slowly ease his way out before plunging back in again. Riley hissed his approval. He reached his arms up and grasped Noah's biceps, pulling him closer. Noah continued to move, his cock sliding against his sensitive inner walls.

"God, you feel so good." Noah moaned as he began to thrust faster, building momentum. Riley cried out, the rising pleasure so intense. Noah leaned over him, one hand on either side of Riley's head and buried his face in Riley's neck. Riley wrapped his arms around Noah. A wave of pure undulating pleasure came over Riley in waves as Noah continued to pull out and then slam back into him.

"I've dreamed of this for so long." Noah said, his voice shaky with emotion. "You're so beautiful." He took a deep breath, pushing hard into Riley, his thighs slapping against Riley's ass, his cock buried inside him, filling him completely. "So, fucking beautiful."

Riley could feel his muscles tense, squeezing around Noah. He was so full, stuffed and stretched, pain and pleasure rolled into one sensation, leaving Riley exasperated. Noah thrust again, hitting that one, special, spot inside. Riley screamed his name, his body rocking with the power of his own orgasm. Hot cum sprayed his stomach and Noah growled low in his throat, a sound that made Riley shiver with unhinged desire.

Noah lifted one leg onto his shoulder and pressed in further, deeper, slowly siding out and then plunging back in as hard as he could. Riley's body convulsed and he shuddered with elation. It was the best feeling in the world and Riley never wanted it to end.

"God, yes." Riley moaned. "More, I need more."

Noah continued to pound his ass and for a moment, Riley thought he might actually pound him through the mattress to the floor beneath them.

"You feel so good." Noah moaned. "I can feel you, so tight around me, clenching." His words came out in breathy, panting, gasps. It was music to Riley's ears.

"My alpha." He hummed.

"Your alpha." Noah returned. "Yours and no one else's."

"Yes." Riley hissed. "Mine."

"Mine." Noah growled between clenched teeth. He gave one last thrust and then pulled out.

Riley whimpered in protest, reaching for Noah, demanding he continue fucking him. Without saying a word, Noah flipped Riley over, onto his hands and knees. The way he manhandled Riley made Riley's cock twitch. If he hadn't already cum, his cock would have sprung to life once again. Riley caught his breath as Noah used his hands to spread Riley's ass apart then rammed back inside him so hard that Riley yelled out, surprised by the unexpected force.

"Mine." Noah growled again, sounding less human now and more animal. He leaned forward and Riley felt Noah's mouth settle on the back of Riley's neck. Riley knew in an instant that Noah was preparing to mark him. It was a tradition that went back centuries, maybe a thousand years, when their ancestors were more beast than man, some still able to shed their human skin and shift into fur. No one had been able to take an animal form for over a hundred years but the instinct was still there, especially in alphas, their beasts closer to the surface than in any other secondary gender.

Riley shivered with anticipation when he felt Noah's teeth graze his skin. A mating bite was supposed to be painful but at the same time more pleasurable than anything the omega has ever felt before. If the bite was pure and not forced, it could be euphoric.

"Do you accept me?" Noah asked, his voice deep and husky.

"Yes." Riley whispered. "Yes, completely."

Riley felt Noah's lips part, felt his breath, hot against his skin and then his teeth. He felt Noah's teeth as he bit down hard into Riley's shoulder where it met his neck. A sharp sting of agony tore through him but he chocked back the scream that had risen up his throat. Noah's teeth cut through flesh and tore through muscle, pushing painfully into Riley's body. The pain was terrible, a white hot searing heat gripped him. Riley felt weak, shaky, and he would have collapsed if Noah hadn't been holding him up, tightly enveloped in his powerful arms. Riley's neck and back felt like they were on fire. The heat seared through him, consuming him, ignited even more having been marked by his mate.

The pain built and built until Riley could barely take any more and then it began to ease, being replaced by a feeling of pure ecstasy. It washed over him in waves, each sensation more intense than the last. It was like being wrapped in a warm cocoon of love and desire that held him captive in it's warm embrace. Every touch, every caress sent shivers down his spine, igniting a fierce flame of desire within him that burned brighter with each passing moment. He felt alive, more alive than he'd ever felt in his life, as if every nerve in his body was on fire with the intensity of Noah's love.

Riley felt a heady rush of euphoria that left him breathless and craving more. It was intoxicating like being on drugs or dying and then being reborn all at once. The joy and absolute bliss that he felt in that moment was all consuming. The pain completely forgotten as he melted into Noah's arms, lost in his alpha's earthy scent that now mingled with Riley's own scent, marking them as one.

Noah held Riley against him for the longest time, letting the effects of the bite wear off. When Riley began to whimper in need again, his heat pushing him to complete the mating, Noah pushed his cock in deeper. His fingers grasped Riley's hips, his nails biting into his flesh. Riley gasped as Noah reached down, wrapping his arms around Riley, pulling him up and holding him against his heaving chest. Riley straightened himself and Noah pushed up, into him further, impaling Riley on his hot, throbbing, shaft. Noah howled with pleasure as Riley began to ride him, feeling his climax building, Riley moaned, his eyes rolling back in his head.

Noah removed his mouth from Riley and began to thrust his hips upward, pounding into Riley with frenzied need. His movements became desperate, almost violent, as his cock began to swell. Riley could feel it getting bigger, stretching him out more, as Noah knotted him. For a moment, Riley's senses had been completely overwhelmed and he nearly passed out.

He was brought back to consciousness when he felt his ass, stretched beyond it's limits to accommodate Noah's massive knot, become flooded by hot, sticky, liquid. It spilled out his ass and dripped down the back of his thighs. Noah had stopped thrusting, being locked into place by the knot. Noah wrapped his arms tighter around Riley and eased him down on the mattress, laying him gently on his side. Noah lay down beside him, Riley's back pressed to Noah's chest as Noah held him, protectively.

Noah licked and kissed the mark on Riley's neck and Riley shivered at the contact. The mark was still sensitive but touching it felt good, almost erotic but Riley didn't have the energy for anything but sleep at the moment.

"Are you okay?" Noah asked him.

Riley smiled. "Better than. I'm perfect."

Noah smiled back then snuggled in closer to his mate. Both were spent, exhausted, and could barely keep their eyes open. Riley did finally close his eyes and yawned. He whispered a soft, "I love you" that Noah quickly returned then both of them tumbled down into the peaceful, and dark, depths of a well deserved sleep.

Next chapter coming soon...