With my Alpha.
I don’t bother knocking. Instead, I open the screen door and let myself into the house. As I cross the threshold, I stop. Inhaling deeply, I suck the scent of fresh buttered toast into my lungs and shudder. I hadn’t forgotten how potent his scent is, but the effect it has on me comes as a shock. It’s stronger than before, like my body is specifically tuned to react to his scent. Today I learned the power of a scent match only increases with time. He smells better than ever.
The low bass of a man’s voice travels down the hallway. I take a moment to collect myself before following the sound. Ida’s light trill mixes with his tone like a melody. The floorboards creak as I move closer but I don’t want to interrupt the conversation, so I stay silent.
As I lean against the wall just outside the kitchen, I catch a sentence that steals my breath.
“I quit the rodeo circuit, ended my PBR contract, and bought old Johnson’s house five doors down,” he says casually, like he hasn’t rocked my entire world.
He quit rodeo? That’s his life’s work!
I step through the kitchen doorway, and there he is. He’s sitting in a wooden chair at the round table, facing away from me, broad shoulders and thick arms silhouetted by the sunlight streaming through the window. I pause for a moment, taking in his size. Even sitting down, he towers over the furniture like a tank – like all Alphas do.
“What did you do, Mayhem?” I ask, finally joining the conversation.
He stiffens in his chair, slowly turning like a naughty boy caught eating the last Tim Tam. “Surprise?”
He stands, shoving his hands into the back pockets of his jeans, drawing attention to the huge buckle with a bucking bull motif and the words PBR Champion etched into the metal. I don’t give into temptation to let my eyes slide lower.
I step further into the kitchen. “Did you just say you bought a house?”
“I did.”
“Why?”
He takes a step towards me. “Because I missed you, Spitfire.”
“What about the rodeo?”
“I’m done with that – the bulls can go fuck themselves. I have you now, someone to stay alive and safe for. You’re what matters to me.”
“But you love rodeo.”
I shrug. “Not as much as I love you.”
Ida swiftly leaves the room after Murphy’s declaration, mumbling something about “leaving you lovebirds to it”. I barely register her words, my focus clapped firmly on the blond-haired Alpha.
He takes another step closer to me and I feel his aura pressing against my own. It’s like the calm before the storm. The energy is almost palpable, making my heart beat faster and my mouth dry.
“So, what now?” I ask.
“We make a life together.”
My throat constricts at his words, and I swallow hard. He’s laying everything out on the table, and my heart sings.
He’s my soulmate. My partner. My forever.
I lick my lips and try to keep my tone even. “Take me to see the house.”
“It’s not ready. It needs a lot of work and it’s been empty for a year,” he protests.
“I don’t care. I want you all to myself. I want to see where you plan on making a home for us,” I say, looping my finger between the buttons of his shirt and tugging him closer.
I lean up, rising to my toes to reach him and he still has to bend down. When our lips connect, I’m suddenly extremely aware we spent the last four weeks edging each other. The countless raunchy text messages, steamy phone sex, and downright filthy photos all come home to roost. My head spins and slick pools in my panties.
“Easy, Omega, you start something now and I won’t be able to stop,” he whispers against my lips.
I press the front of my body against his, moaning into his mouth at the contact. He feels so good, but it’s not enough. Will it ever be enough?
