Aran slept peacefully for a few hours. He had pleasant dreams, warm feeling stroking his face and in gentle circles behind his ears. A sweet intoxicating smell filling his senses. Female voices speaking his name sweetly. Other warm sensations moved pleasantly down his chest, across his stomach and began to remove his pants when he woke up with a start.
His eyes opened to stare into a pair of pale green eyes. He lay still blinking the sleep from his eyes wondering if he was dreaming. The eyes, he could now comprehend, were framed by the face of a beautiful woman but beyond that reality, he felt his head swimming. The woman smiled sweetly leant forward and kissed him. The kiss was sweet and gentle. It made him feel good. The warm sensation on his pants started again. He stiffened.
What was going on? The woman with the pale green eye had not stopped kissing him even when he stilled and he felt wrong to not reciprocate. In fact, he wanted more. His hand wove into her hair and pulled her closer making their kiss more passionate. His felt a pleasant pressure on his cock and pushed into it letting out a moan into the kissing woman's mouth. "Is that good Lord Aran?" a sweet voice chimed. He could only hum into the kiss.
Suddenly the warmth engulfed his member. Aran jerked up in shock. Pushing roughly to the floor the girl that had been kissing him moments before. What was he doing? Now he had a clear view of another woman looking up at him in surprise. Curls of red hair framing large brown eyes looking up at him in shock and confusion, her mouth still covering the tip of his manhood.
"Get out" he was disgusted with how small and shaky his voice sounded. Neither girl moved.
His head was still swimming and there were two beautiful girls dressed in small black lace nighties that left little to the imagination watching him intently. He swallowed deeply controlling all his urges. "Get out!" He barked sharper this time, and the startled woman jumped away from his bed. Not far enough. "I said GET OUT!" He shouted much louder this time with all he could muster. His voice echoed around the room as the two women ran out of the room with a squeal, slamming the door behind them.
"Dammit!" he screamed to the empty room. He ran to the windows and opened it. Sticking his head outside gulping the fresh air down like water to a thirsty man in a desert to clear out the omega pheromones that were clouding his mind.
Eventually his mind started to clear but only made him more aware that he was still very aroused. His cock was so hard it was difficult even to walk over to the bathroom. He needed a cold shower but even that didn't help, probably because the pheromones had yet to clear the room completely.
Why hadn't he locked his door? Hadn't he suspected that the Duke would try something like this? His breath was ragged as he leant his head against the cool tiled wall of the shower. He couldn't think straight right now. The image of the redhead with her mouth around him stuck in his head. He grabbed the part of him that cried out for attention thrust back and forth until he was able to find release.
When Lord Aran entered the dining room that evening he was in a foul mood. Seeing the Duke did not help. The man was plumb for an alpha, his natural hight and broad shoulders seemed puffed up. Thin black hair was slick to his head in a ridiculous comb-over with more hair present in his well groomed goatee. Sitting at the head of the table he was surrounded by 5 young girls fawning over him, flirting and giggling at whatever he had just said.
Aran narrowed his eyes at the group of girls, all wearing skimpy black lace dresses similar to the girls that had been in his room earlier. Though he was sure neither of them was currently present.
Walking into the room Kingston didn't appear to notice his arrival until a chair was pulled out.
"Ah! My Lord Aran!" his voice bellowed out in a loud friendly manner as Aran took his seat without responding. "I do hope you are feeling refreshed now." He continued with a lewd smile on his face.
"I should be more refreshed," Aran replied in a cool clipped tone that removed the smile from the Duke's face. "If I had not been disturbed." He glared at the Duke his eyes flicking to the girls around him.
The Duke faltered for a second but looking quickly at the girls around him quickly recovered.
His lips tilted up on one side as he spoke. "Oohhhh. Did some of my girls come to visit you? how very naughty." His hands gestured the girls about him. The girls in question all giggled and denied it. Some expressed they wish they had as nudged each other with knowing looks and sending what they must have thought sultry looks it Arans direction. Their attention had the opposite effect than they hoped making him feel disgusted. It took a great deal of control to keep his face neutral and his voice level.
"Yes. Had some UNWELCOME visitors. Though it would surprise me greatly if you hadn't known about that already."
The duke broke out into a full smile and waved his hands out in mock defence and his voice too cheery. "Oh, you got me. My Lord. A small welcoming gift for such an esteemed person as your self. It must have been difficult for you to have to be so controlled at the camp so I thought a few girls might help you with some ...Light relief" He chuckled and the girls around him giggled also.
"What exactly is so funny?" Aran snapped. The girls all fell silent.
Kingston frowned briefly and with a nod and a hand gesture sent the girls away to sit on chairs at the edge of the room. They all sat pouting with their arms crossed under their breast, pushing them up.
Kingston looked from the girl's to Lord Aran mimicking their pout.
"Aawww now my Lord. Look you have gone and upset these lovely young ladies." He gestured to them again. At the motion they looked towards Aran pushing their busts out further and fluttering their eyelashes pitifully.
Servers entering the room to put dinner on the table saved Aran the need to respond. They ate in silence for a few moments before Kingston resumed their conversation.
"Am I to understand the girls who visited you were not to your satisfaction my Lord?" Aran didn't even have time to swallow the his mouthful before Kingston continued. "Perhaps a more mature woman would suit your tastes hmmm?"
"That will not be.."
"Monica come meet my Lord Aran." Kingston called loudly cutting off Aran's protests.
A woman will long dark brown hair. Stood up from one of the chairs against the wall. Unlike the girls earlier this woman was indeed older but no more than 30 years of age. She wore a scarlet red holterneck dress that reached the floor. As she stood up the dress flowed perfectly to show off her curves and a long sleek leg showed briefly through the slit up the side of the dress. She walked over to where Aran sat then bent to curtsy before him. "My Lord." she spoke in a husky voice. "How may I serve you?"
Aran looked at Kingston as he spoke. "I am not in need of your services. Do I make myself clear."
The Duke was not discouraged. "Ah. Of course. I see it is not a lady companion you are after." Aran breathed a sigh of relief. Believing he had finally got through to this irritating man. "Forgive me. I am usually much better at reading my clients." He gestured the woman, Monica, away and then made another gesture.
The atmosphere relaxed and Aran finally felt comfortable eating his meal, trying to forget the Duke's attempts.
A moment later a there was a knock at the door and in filed 10 men of different ages and builds. All wearing the same tight-fitting shorts held up leather over the shoulder straps. The men filed in to stand in a neat line next to the table. Aran was at a loss for words and sat with his mouth open, fork paused midway to his mouth.
"I should have known your Lordship would take after his father's tastes. These men are the finest in my"
BANG
Aran's fists, cutlery still in hand, had collided with the table.
"Duke Kingston." Aran hissed out through gritted teeth. "Let me make this crystal clear. I have not come here to partake in any services you have to offer. Male, female, omega or beta." He glanced at the other people in the room. "And these have better be beta's sir because, I warn you, you have been passing out omega's so frivolously..."
"BETAS! Betas! Every one." Kingston shouted out in a panic. "erm erm y- you can examine them for yourself if you wish" he flapped his hands franticly at the men still standing at the side of the table and in unison they started to unbuckle the leather shoulder straps.
"Stop!" Aran snapped, his head and eyes averted embarrassed at how willing the dukes people were willing to undress. "That will not be necessary."
Standing up Lord Aran excused himself leaving his dinner unfinished on the table. He spoke briefly to the doorman as he passed. "Please give my compliments to the kitchen. The food was excellent. I regrettably have lost my appetite. It is no fault on their part."
From the dining room Aran walked across the yard and round to barracks. The Delta's still apparently sitting at the table consumed with their activities on the laptops. Lieutenant Grey, now in their number, was the only one who acknowledged his arrival. The Gamma's were no longer in the room but from the grunts heard from outside it was likely they were training.
Aran dropped into one of the armchairs and closed his eyes to focus on calming his anger. When he opened them Lieutenant Grey was standing in front of him, watching him intently.
"Your glands are swollen sir?" he wheezed.
"Observant as always." Aran replied with a slight smile. "Yes. The headache got too much for me again. I had removed them to sleep after leaving you. I had not expected our host to act so directly and it appears I had not locked my door." He was embarrassed at making such a simple mistake.
The Detla blinked slowly as he nodded his head. "He has much to hide it appears."
"I'm sorry to put you to the task so soon after arriving. Make sure you rest well."
"I will always do as you command sir." Aran winced at this declaration.
"You know you can .." He began.
"No sir." The delta interrupted with a strained wheeze. "Order. And authority. Must be followed." A line he regularly used that proved his Delta nature. Aran knew better than to argue. So changed the subject with a resigned sigh.
"The investigation goes well?"
"Yes sir." Quick and to the point Aran mused, containing a smirked that wanted to escape. That answer clearly meant that he was not ready to report any of his findings.
"I shall let you continue then."
The delta bowed slightly and started to walk back towards the other delta's at the table. Pausing before sitting down he turned back. "There is. Food. In the fridge. And a spare bed. In room 3. If you should be. Needing them sir." with that he sat down and started typing furiously.
Grey was different from many Deltas. That fact he paused his work to engage Aran unbidden said a lot. Age 35 he was older than many of his breed but as long as Aran had known him he had always been a more interactive than his kind. Grey had worked as a hub ambassador, being the main communicator out from the Delta hub in Lord Aran's estate for many years. So Aran had many occasions to interact with him as he grew and Aran considered Grey as near as family. Many rumours surrounded him from being a lover to Lord Aran's father to being an Alpha/delta half breed. (*Deltas are able to self reproduce but are also able to mate with the other breeds of human. Delta children are always produced from any delta match.)
Aran spent the night in room 3 of the barracks. The bed was not as comfortable but at least his mind could be at ease that he would not have any unexpected intruders.
In the morning a messenger arrived from the main mansion looking for him. The Duke wished to apologise for their misunderstanding and wished to make up for it by giving Lord Aran a tour of the area.
More distractions Aran thought. But this worked in his favour as the Deltas needed time to collate and make a report on the information. and it also gave him a chance to learn more about Duke Kingston.
He accepted.