I’ve drowned in the depths of her soul, and I couldn’t be happier. No legacy, bank account, or public accolade could ever measure up to her smile.
Red purses her lips, studying me. “What’s that look for?”
“I was just thinking I hope we have to do this scene a thousand times over.”
Her laugh echoes through the set; a beautiful sound I want to hear forever.
Despite my wishes, we only do five more takes, three of them with my ‘mistake’ repeated. They seem to like the stunned, vulnerable side of an alpha. The intimacy coordinator asks if we want to take a break, but since my lips are swollen and my breathing fast, I want to keep going.
Red feels so good in my arms that everything else fades away as we kiss again inside Ashana’s front door. I lift her sweater over her head, revealing sticky bandages covering her ribs. Wounded, like the day the OCB rescued her from the traffickers or when she protected Rickon from his ex-boyfriend.
I graze my fingers lightly over the white bandages and then onto her brown body. Her skin flutters under my touch, and her breath catches. I hook her around the waist and tug her into me, bodies crushed together as I kiss her soundly. Her sweet macadamia scent floods the room.
Everything between us comes to the boil. All the waiting and longing, all the faltering trust and disappointment. I pick up my omega, and she wraps her legs around me as I carry her up squeaking wooden stairs to her loft bedroom. Vaguely, I’m aware of boxy cameras moving with us on dollys and cranes, but nothing matters other than the perfuming omega in my arms.
I breathe her in and drown in her luminous blue-gray eyes.
Gently I lay her down on the bed, and she keeps her arms latched around my neck. I helped her through her heat before, but this is far different. Now we watch each other with drunk gazes, noticing every sensitive spot as we explore the smooth valleys in our bodies. She unbuttons my shirt with quivery hands, and I tear it off my shoulders, tossing the materialroughly aside. Shoes and pants come off next, followed by her bra. With slow, reverent moves, I slide my fingers under her briefs and draw them along her tan thighs.
“I’ve wanted you for so long, Ashana,” I breathe out, pressing kisses to her collarbone. The scars are gone, covered with makeup, but I feel the roughness beneath my lips. She digs her fingers into my hair, and we say our lines as I strip my jocks, but our eyes whisper the truths.
We’re not acting.
My cock hardens inside its sock covering as I lower myself on top of her and wind our fingers together.
She reaches up with her free hand to catch my cheek. “Mine,” she says, voice full of primal need, just like someone else we know.
I thrust, and she gasps, head tilting back. Her body reacts to mine so honestly. My omega wants me. My sock soaks in the hot slick pouring around her tiny stick-on panties as I thrust my cock through her thighs. She quivers, leg lifting, fingers curling tighter around mine.
I might lose my mind. Might combust from the heat pouring off her and the answering fire burning in my soul. I thrust again and feel her liner slip.
“Ashana!” I cry, voice breaking with a partial alpha growl.
Gasping, she locks her hands around my neck. “More, alpha.”
Someone calls cut, but Rickon’s voice silences them, and his words float through the set just for me. “Go on.” He’s got the link to her bond. He knows what Red wants.
I thrust harder, my covered dick sliding through her swollen pussy lips. Every touch feels like heaven. With one hand, I hold her thigh up, locking it to my hip as I grind into her. She moans, writhing, our hands joined so tightly we might break our knuckles. I rise on my toes, hundreds of push-ups paying out for this very moment, and drag my cock over her entrance over andover until she’s mewling with need. She liked my fist once, so I don’t hold back with the force of our bodies slamming together.
It doesn’t matter if “James” falls from her lips because I know she means me. Me, Callisto Wren, her alpha. Her hand tightens around my neck, and her scent shatters as I bring her pleasure; my cock not quite lodged inside her, but close enough to be a promise of more to come.
And I break open, burning up from the inside as my orgasm explodes, full of honeyed macadamias and forests, and hope.
Cum slides down her thighs as I lean over my omega, gasping for breath.
She’s amazing. She lies in a sexy sprawl, damp with sweat and chest heaving for breath. Not once did she break character, but neither did she feel like anyone but herself.
I arch, pressing our foreheads together and mingling our breaths for a moment before collapsing beside her and pulling her into my arms. Our breathing syncs and slows.
James, her alpha, will leave to go overseas. Their relationship isn’t quite ready to blossom into more. Yet. Just like the one missing step that exists in our life.
Gently I press a kiss into her hair. “I got invited to go to the Macgerie Stables.”I don’t have Zack’s approval.“Overseas.”
She strokes my arm wrapped around my waist. “I know.”He’s changing.
My jaw works as I process. “I could be gone a long time.”We don’t know if he’ll accept me.
“I know that too, but I’ll still be here.”I believe in you.We have all the time in the world.Her old reservations are gone.
