Then in one visit to a motel office, where bleach had been an overwhelming tax on my senses, everything changed.
“It’s awfully nice of you to give me a ride.”
I shook my head, trying to clear it of the heady scent of the one being Fate intended for me. At least enough to reply coherently. My extensive driving experience was the only thing making me safe on the road now. “I don’t mind at all. I’m enjoying the company, and it’s not far out of my way.”
“Still. You don’t know me at all, and I could have called a rideshare.”
Chuckling, I downshifted, ready to turn into the motel parking lot. “About that. You should know there is one rideshare driver in town, and he is kind of a sporadic one. Tonight, there’s a soccer game on, and you couldn’t pry him off the sofa with a crowbar.”
“Big fan, huh?”
“Let’s just say, if you need a ride, make sure Manchester United isn’t playing. Or basically any other team he wants them to outscore over the season. What’s your room number?”
He told me, and I parked in the empty spot in front of his door. “Here you are. All safe and sound.”
“Thanks.” Rain reached for the door handle then paused. “Hey, I don’t suppose you’d like to come in for a few? It’s still pretty early.”
“Oh, umm, I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.” No, it was a great one! But maybe not smart. Definitely not smart. Because the second that door closed behind us, I was going to be on him like a shell on a turtle. Was that an expression? It should be.
“It’s okay. I understand.” His disappointment colored his scent, making it less sweet and wild. “Thanks anyway.”
Oh crap. “No, you don’t understand. I am hesitant to go into your room because of…well, because of this.” I reached for his arm and dragged him over as close as the console between the seats would allow. Watching him carefully, for any sign of rejection, I cupped his chin and turned his face up to meet my lips.
If his scent was incredible, his taste, the heat of his mouth, sure came in a close second. Or maybe first. I brushed my lips over his, tickling the seam of his lips with the tip of my tongueuntil he parted them. I kissed him slowly, building in intensity and showing him with my mouth how much I wanted him.
He sagged under me, muscles losing all tension, pliant in my hands. After a long moment, I sat up and straightened him in the seat. “Now do you get it?”
Rain nodded. “So, why don’t you want to come in again?”
The little dickens. What a tease. But, it was in a good way. One that made me feel happier than I had a little while before, warmer, my cock so hard, it ached. “After that, you still want me to?”
He nodded. “I would. Please.”
“Then, who am I to say no to such good manners.” I opened my door and jogged around the front of the car to help him out of his. “If you’ll give me your key, I’ll let us both into your room.” Every other motel or hotel I’d ever been to, even in this town, had key cards or even more modern technology, but the Mates Motel still handed out old-fashioned keys. I accepted the one Rain handed me and guided him to the door, kissing him again before I even had it open. Managing to slip a key into a lock while 95 percent of my consciousness was rejoicing at the fact I would be alone in there with my mate.
My real mate. Fated. True. And human. I should tell him what he’d be getting into with me, but, I reasoned, as long as I didn’t mark him, it would be okay. He’d still have the chance to reject me. But if he did, I didn’t think I’d survive it as well as Dad had. Rain or nobody. No settling.
We kept kissing, letting the door automatically close behind us as we moved deeper into the room. My conscience prickled. I stepped back from him. “We need to talk before…before.”
“Why? Is there something wrong? I’m clean, I promise.”
“No that’s not why. I’m healthy.” Most human illnesses were not a danger to shifters anyway. “But.”
He flung himself back into my arms. “Talk later. I need you.”
“You’re very difficult to resist.”
“Thank heavens. I’ve spent so long turning down all the guys hitting on me, and now, when I’m willing, I thought I was being rejected.”
“No. You’re irresistible.”
“You’re only human.” He sashayed across the room, his round bottom twitching side to side.
I wasn’t “only human.” That was the whole problem. He should have a chance to reject me if he chose. But when he kissed me again, I gave in and kissed him back. And then clothes were flying everywhere in our hurry to get naked and be together. This omega’s pheromones were permeating the air, and before I had a chance to further consider the logic, I was on my knees in front of him, sucking him deep into my mouth and nearly drunk on his scent. He came fast, and I grabbed him around the waist and positioned him on hands and knees on the too-hard-but-would-have-to-do mattress. Parting his cheeks, I tested his slick with my tongue, finding him ready for me. Tight, as I found when I penetrated him with one finger, but definitely well-slicked up.
Rising, I settled my cock between his cheeks, the tip prodding at his hole. “You ready for me, m-Rain?”
“All my life,” he moaned as I skewered him. Driving in, I recalled something he’d said, about turning down all the other guys and now he was willing.
