Shit. Another wave slams through me. I moan, my hole pulsing under Snow’s gaze. He stays quiet for a moment, then says more softly,
"I had unprotected sex a month ago. That’s what I mean, Summer."
The silence that follows is heavy. I’ll admit, it hadn’t even crossed my mind.
Then bitterness slips into my voice before I can stop it.
"Don’t your powers let you know if you caught something or not?" I try to mask it, but the bitter edge cuts through anyway.
Snow’s reply is calm, unwavering.
"I know I didn’t catch anything, but all you have is my word. And I don’t know how much you trust me. I assume not much."
"Don’t assume shit," I snap back. "I still believe you’re honest enough to tell me if you had."
"Then decide, Summer." The finality in his voice makes me feel silly.
Enough of this ass-in-the-air begging. I flop onto the bed like a deflated balloon, stretch out flat, and fix my eyes on the ceiling.
Well, I’m not completely flat, my dick is sticking out, rather obscenely.
And then it spills out of me.
"I want to trust you, more than anything, Snow. More than you realize. But it hurt me… because I really did want something to start between us."
Snow looks away, some flicker of emotion crossing his face.
"It still can, Summer. I want that. I want us together. I asked you to be my boyfriend."
I don’t answer. Something twists inside me, almost crushing my insides. My instinct is to tell him I want that too, that I’m not backing out of being his boyfriend.
But then I remember everything falling down, the whole domino line of what happens once Snow’s child enters the picture, and the words choke in my throat.
"I want to spend this heat with you, Snow. Let’s take it step by step. Right now, I just need to survive this. And… you’re the person I imagined as the perfect one to help me through it. So I want to focus on getting everything I can out of this experience." My words are careful, sidestepping the answer he really asked for.
He nods with a task-focused look on his face.
"Of course, Summer. I’ve been asked to help with heats before. I’ll do this to the best of my ability."
Wow. His answer has the same energy as mine. Distant. Framed as a duty. Another omega asking him to assist with heat. The silent, untouchable alpha, the wet dream of half his students’ dads.
Now it’s my turn to be the one strung up on his… well. Bowstring.
Not that I’m complaining. At least he knows what he’s doing, and I can pretend this is nothing more. But deep down, I know I want more than just handling my heat.
Snow grips the collar of his tank top and pulls it off in one clean move.
My eyes lock instantly on the perfect curve of his chest muscle. His body is insane. My fingers crave to touch his skin.
Then he shoves off his jeans and underwear, and my gaze drops lower. Wow. Even his pubes are trimmed neatly, platinum in shade, quite elegant.
And his cock—fuck—it’s huge and already fully erect. My heat pheromones must be pushing him into a rut hard.
In a quick motion, I roll onto my stomach, spreading my legs to give him room. But he climbs onto the bed, grabs my thigh, and flips me back over!
I let out an impatient groan, but even that single touch makes something inside me open wider, and… wilder.
"I want to look at you, Summer," he says, unruffled, at ease.
