My heart stutters and then kicks up speed, threatening to burst out of my chest as I process everything. There’s no denying the primal call of his scent. That it’s Gabriel, the Alpha that I have felt a pull to since I met him, is making my head spin.
“Hi, Alpha,” I whisper. The title isbarely past my lips when he presses his mouth to mine, and I feel like I am floating out of my body.
“I came here to ask you on a date,” he says, breaking our sweet kiss. “When did you go off your suppressants?”
“A few days ago. I … I wanted to know if Clara was my scent match. I never imagined…” I trail off. Is it bad form to talk about wanting someone else when I’m in my Alpha’s arms?
But his eyes light up, and a massive smile stretches across his face. “Well, lucky me, then. I knew there was something special about you.”
He kisses me again, pulling me against his hard length and rotating his hips enough to make me moan into his mouth.
“I swear I didn’t come here for this.” He wraps his arms around my hips and rests his hands under my ass before he hoists me up. My legs coil around his waist. “I came to take you on a date. To get sugar cookie coffee and see the Christmas lights.” He stumbles over his words because my lips refuse to leave his.
I am desperate for him, slick soaking through my boxers, but I maintain enough of my senses to pull away as he hauls me through the door of my bedroom, somehow knowing exactly where my nest is.
“Wait,” I say, pressing a hand to his sternum. “I have to tell you. I’m in love with Clara.”
His handsome smile overwhelms me as he looks down at me. “I know. That’s okay.”
“You know?”
“I know.”
“That’s okay?”
He brushes his lips against mine. “More than okay. Now let me take care of you, Omega.”
“Yes, Alpha.”
TWENTY-ONE
TWO DAYS UNTIL CHRISTMAS
“Take me to my nest,”I beg, clutching the front of Gabriel’s sweater.
“With pleasure.” He carries me through my bedroom and throws open the door, pausing at the entrance. “What a lovely nest, Omega,” he praises, his hands drifting down to squeeze my ass. “I can’t wait to take you shopping for it.”
I purr, loving that idea more than I can articulate.
Gabriel lowers me onto the soft surface, and I crawl backward, unable to take my eyes off him. He steps out of his shoes and peels off his clothing layer by layer, each step revealing more of himself to me.
He’s gorgeous.
Pure masculine perfection.
His body is fit and lean, with broad shoulders, and as he pulls his boxers down, revealing just the top of his half-inflated knot, I think I may faint.
Is this how I die? Death by horniness? Because, oh my god, it has never felt like this before.
I’ve been in heat, been with Alphas, but it’s never, ever been like this.
I am desperate for him. To taste him. To touch him.
He pushes his boxers all the way off before kneeling and crawling to me, pushing me onto my back, and caging me in with his arms. I am shaking, unable to see straight, my arousal overwhelming every one of my senses until all that exists is my Alpha.
Gabriel is nude, and I’m still dressed, which somehow makes me feel more exposed. He presses his lips against mine before grabbing the bottom of my sweater and pulling it over my head. With every move he makes, I get more of his scent, more confirmation that we are made for one another.
“What…” I stutter as he pulls my sweats down my hips. “What’s HR going to say about this?”
