Once I was inside my room, reality kicked in. I was alone and I didn’t fucking want to be. That just meant my thoughts would take over and I’d spiral. Instead of second-guessing it, I snatched my pillow and turned right back around.
Of course, then I was stuck outside their rooms, unsure whose I should choose. I could easily go to Jack or Aspen, but we all made it a point to go our separate ways tonight, to give each other space.
I hated it.
It appeared my omega did, too. Aspen was stepping out of her room, freezing when she saw me and then her face lit up.
“I didn’t want to sleep alone,” she said. “I’ve done enough of that.”
“Me, too,” I agreed, mouth going dry before I could form the words to ask her to stay with me.
“Slumber party?” Aspen suggested with a hopeful smile. She was too adorable. There was no way I was turning down that opportunity.
“Oh, absolutely. Your room or mine?”
“Yours,” she said, heading into her room to grab her pillow before coming with me.
She had changed out of her cozy Christmas outfit and was now wearing something that was going to be burned into mymemory forever. The short shorts and tight-fitting tank top accentuated every curve and showcased her hard nipples just begging for my attention.
“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” I asked. Omega or not, my voice was deeper now with need.
Aspen rolled her eyes. “Says the man who wore gray sweatpants. I know you haven’t been locked up in your bakery long enough to not know the meaning of that.”
I let out a startled laugh, shocked that she’d even notice. I shouldn’t have underestimated her. Of course, my omega noticed me.
“So, you’re saying you find me sexy?” My grin was wolfish and flirty, showing just how much I needed her right now.
“I thought that before we even realized we were mates. That scent of yours should be illegal, too. Now, it’s even stronger. There’s almost a hint of sugar and cinnamon mixed in with the gingerbread and nutmeg. You’re like the perfect wintery treat.”
“My lips are right here if you want a taste, omega,” I said.
It was cheesy, and she laughed, but she also moved closer, her lips quickly finding mine.
“Oh, I absolutely want a taste,” she said, nuzzling into me, her chest brushing mine.
She was warm and solid and so fucking perfect.
Any lingering doubts were washed away as my body responded to her kiss. She deepened it, her tongue teasing against mine, her soft whimpers filling my ears.
The desire that surged through me in all its aching fury was strange. Slick dripped between my cheeks in response as my hips canted forward, rocking my hard cock against her warmth.
I half expected her to pull away, for this to be too much too fast, but she simply pushed me onto my back.
“I should probably tell you that I’ve never done this, Aspen,” I said, cringing at how fucking pathetic that sounded.
She leaned back, surprised, but no judgment in her gaze.
“With anyone? Ever?” she questioned. “Or just with an omega?”
“Anyone. It just never felt right when all I wanted was Jack. I know that’s probably embarrassing to admit for a man that’s almost thirty, but I wanted sex to mean something.”
“I understand,” she said, starting to back away.
My hands locked onto her hips, holding her against me, grinding her down on my erection.
“You can’t tell me this doesn’t mean anything,” I said.
“It does,” she whispered. “But your first time should be something special. Are you sure you don’t want to spend it with Jack?”
