“Yes, what?”
Her Omega knows what I want even if her human brain is still catching up. “Yes, Alpha.”
Satisfaction rolls through me, dark and possessive. “That’s my girl. Now pick out whatever you want. And if I see you trying to put anything back, there will be consequences.”
Her eyes widen. “Consequences?”
“The kind you’ll enjoy,” I promise, my voice dropping even lower.
I pull her into me, one hand spanning the small of her back, the other cupping her jaw. Her lips are already parted, her breath coming quick and shallow, and I can’t resist running my tongue along that tempting seam. Coaxing. Claiming.
She melts into me with a whimper, her hands fisting in my shirt, her body going soft and pliant against mine. The scent of her arousal floods the space between us so thick I can taste it.
I feel the exact moment the kiss shifts—when her Omega surrenders completely, when she stops thinking and just feels. My hand slides lower on her back, fingers itching to dip beneath her waistband, to feel the slick I know is already soaking through her panties.
There is something about this woman that makes me want to make her submit.
I gentle the kiss, then tug her bottom lip between my teeth. Not hard enough to hurt, just enough to make her gasp. To remind her who’s in control.
“Do you trust me, Omega?” I murmur against her mouth.
“Yes,” she breathes, the word barely a whisper. “Yes, Alpha.”
“Then be good.”
I step back, releasing her, and she sways slightly before catching herself. Her scent is still flooding the aisle, thick enough that the Beta associate glances over with a knowing smile.
“I’ll be good,” Willa says, her voice steadier now. “I promise.”
“I know you will.” I gesture toward the rest of the pillow display. “Now show me what else you want.”
Fifteen minutes later, Willa’s laughing as Jake holds up a ridiculous decorative pillow shaped like a cloud.
“Absolutely not,” she says.
“But it’s cute!” Jake protests.
“It’s impractical.”
“Since when do pillows need to be practical?” Charlie calls from the blanket section.
“Since always!” But she’s grinning, and her scent is soft and happy. Content.
I’m loading another set of sheets into our second cart when she freezes in front of a display of fairy lights.
“Okay,” she says, trying for casual and failing. “But I definitely don’t need these.”
I set down the sheets and walk over to her. She’s staring at the warm white lights like they hung the moon, her fingers tracing the package.
“You want them, though,” I say. Not a question.
She bites her lip. “They’re pretty.”
“Then we’re getting them.” I grab three sets and add them to the cart.
She snaps her mouth shut. And I fucking love the soft look of surprise and pleasure on her face.
“That’s what I thought.” I step closer, softly holding her neck at her shoulder. “Are you testing to see if I meant what I said?”
