He squeezes his eyes shut, tilting his head back and chewing on his lip. His chest heaves before he lets out a deep breath. “Yeah, I’m sure.”
I reach between us and grab his cock, giving it a few strokes before I line it up with my entrance and sink onto him.
The ridges on his cock massage my insides, bumping against that spot in me that makes me pant, and I lose all rational thought. All I can think about is how good he feels inside me, how right this feels, as I grind my hips into his.
The sound that leaves Felix’s mouth is downright obscene, enough to make my toes curl all on its own.
What is it about a vocal man that is so fucking hot?
He reaches between us, fingers fumbling for my clit as I bounce on his cock. I guide his hand to the perfect spot, shuddering as sparks run through my body as he rubs in gentle circles. He grips my hips with his other hand, thrusting into me from below, a stream of unintelligible words and whines spilling from his mouth as we move together.
Felix caresses my clit, and my orgasm barrels through me, taking me by surprise. I feel my cunt pulsing around him, and he shouts, throwing his head back as he pumps me full of cum. It’s so much that I can feel it dripping out of me as I come down from my high and lower myself to the nest, rolling onto my side and pulling him against my chest.
We tangle together, breathing hard, nuzzling into each other as our heart rates reduce. After only a few moments, I can feel Felix’s body slackening as he falls to sleep in my arms.
It didn’t have to mean anything.
But it did.
It meant everything.
FOURTEEN
FIVE DAYS UNTIL CHRISTMAS
I tryto focus on the spinning blades of my ceiling fan rather than the ache that has taken up residence in my chest.
I have a scent match.
A cookie-scented Beta that is in love with the Omega I am inexplicably drawn to. And it’s because of that love, because of how close they are, that she refuses to pursue anything with me, unwilling to risk hurting him because he wants me, too.
Anyone can see they’re into each other. If Felix does return my affections, as Clara claims, what is the risk in exploring the potential of a relationship between the three of us?
Unless she has no interest in me at all, and backing away from me for Felix is her way of letting me down easy.
This should be the best day of my life. I should have one of them under each of my arms, their heads on my chest, basking in our connection.
Instead, I am alone.
I didn’t make it much longer at the holiday party after they left, taking my good mood with them. Mitchell noticed something was off almost immediately, but I couldn’t tell himwhat happened. How do I admit to my best friend that my scent match met me and immediately ran away?
I wanted nothing more than to chase after them, to beg them to talk to me, to spill my guts at Felix’s feet and hope Clara wasn’t exaggerating about him having feelings for me, too.
But there is no way for that conversation to happen without Clara. She’s a part of this, even if she seems determined not to be.
Of course, I didn’t have time to get her number, and since Felix took the week of Christmas off, I won’t be able to ask him for it. How am I supposed to get to know her if I can’t even ask her out?
And how would I explain that to him? How do I tell him that I’ve scent matched with his best friend, who has feelings for him, just like I do, and I want to get to know both of them so we can be a happy little triad?
Copper Hill isn’t a big town. What if I go out and wander the streets? I’ll run into one of them eventually.
Would that make me pathetic?
Actually, why do I care if that would make me look pathetic? Let me be pathetic. Why do I care what anyone thinks of me if it ends with my Beta on one arm and my Omega on the other?
I don’t know when I started thinking of Felix as my Omega, but I am now sure he is. It feels too right that he would be a match for me and Clara to be anything other than fate.
I need him to go off suppressants.
