“So, now that we’ve established I don’t always listen to reason and you think I’m handsome, tell me something about yourself.” I give her hand a gentle squeeze.
She takes a deep breath before letting it out slowly through her nose. “Well … I enjoy helping people, Omegas and Alphas in particular. Like I said earlier, I’m a nurse and a big part of my job is to make sure everyone receives fair and decent treatment.”
“You’re a crusader,” I declare, looking at her with renewed fascination. I like that she’s a fighter, willing to step up to protect others. “Is that what made you want to be a nurse?”
“I’ve always been rather empathic. I feel a lot more than the standard person and I like to think it makes me good at treating my patients, because I genuinely care... but lately, it’s been hard.”
She stands, releasing my hand and moving to the other side of the small cell and looking out into the empty police station. I get up off the bed and follow her to where she is standing with her arms crossed tightly over her chest defensively.
She sighs and says, “My aura sickness has made my empathy far more - um, how to put it - enhanced. My aura absorbs strong auras from Alphas and Omegas.”
I blink. “Like a sponge?”
“Yeah, like a damn sponge,” she snorts humourlessly.
I can tell this is something she’s very self-conscious about, and an urge to protect her sweeps through me.“So, you feel what anyone with a strong aura feels? Even me?” I enquire cautiously, wanting to know the answer and not wanting to know it at the same time.
She pauses. Giving me an earnest expression that sets my heart racing, she reaches up to place both hands on my chest before replying firmly. “Especially you,” She whispers, looking directly into my eyes with such intensity it almost takes my breath away.
“What am I feeling right now, Spitfire?” I ask, my voice low and intimate. I move closer, my hand reaching up to grasp at the cell bars above her head, bracketing her in.
She swallows and then whispers, her voice low and husky, “Horny.”
I press her against the cell bars, my hips flush with hers. Her lips fall open on a silent gasp as she feels my bulge throbbing insistently against her belly.
“That’s it? Anyone with eyes could see how turned on I am around you.”
Her eyes flick down, like she wants to confirm my argument, and I lean back to show her the evidence of my arousal. My jeans are straining against my cock. It’s still sensitive from being knotted in my Omega for the first time, and the zipper feels uncomfortable.
She looks at me with exasperation but also a flicker of excitement.
“I know your aura is telling me you’re about to do something reckless again.”
A smile stretches across my face as I swoop down to capture her lips with mine.
My spare hand threads through her hair, and our tongues entwine. It feels like the world has melted away and the heat between us is palpable. We breathe heavily and her body quivers beneath my touch.
I pull back and murmur against her wet lips, “If you’re a sponge, does that mean you’re feeling horny and reckless too?”
She stares at me for a few moments before reaching up and grasping a fistful of my blond curls, dragging me forcefully back down to her.
I chuckle, leaning into the kiss. She hitches her thigh on my hip and braces it firmly to keep her there. A plume of her sweet, musky smelling slick makes my head spin. My aura is bright, fluctuating around us like a wild animal, striking at us and egging us on. It’s not just my aura either. Hers rises and meets mine like a mirror. It copies each wave and surge, mimicking my energy precisely.
“Oi!”
A clang on the bars of the cell rings out loudly. I leap back from Matilda like I’ve been burned.
“Cut it out, you two,” Officer Link shouts. “Bloody hell, the whole place stinks like sex. What have you been doing in here? I swear, Murphy, you need to keep it in your pants.”
Matilda makes a quiet whining sound at the back of her throat and I whip my head to watch her turn a pretty shade of pink.
“I’m so sorry, Officer. I don’t know what’s gotten into me tonight.”
Link narrows his eyes at her, before looking back at me. “I think I know what, or who, has gotten into you.”
“Oh come on, mate. Don’t be so crass about it. You know how it is with Alphas and Omegas.”
He nods and points at me like he’s scolding a child. “I do. I also know that every other person manages to keep their dick in their pants while in public.”
