“Sorry it’s taken me so long.”
Kiss.
“I’ve missed you every moment.”
Kiss.
“But you know?—”
Kiss.
“They don’t generally let other dynamics claim omegas?—”
Kiss.
“So that took a bit of time.”
I burst into tears and throw my arms around his neck. He hauls me up into his arms where I wrap my legs around him.
I’m trembling all over. I can feel his hands shaking where he holds me close. My tears are leaking all over his throat. But I can’t move. I can’t do anything. I’m terrified he’s going to disappear.
“I felt you,” I whisper.He said I was his world.“I knew you were here… Are we… Were you joking about us being mated already?”
He sucks a sharp kiss against my throat, one that lights a furnace in my core. “We’re definitely mated. Can’t you feel it? Can’t you tell?”
And maybe I can. Maybe I’ve been in denial. “I thought you didn’t want me.”
“Ah, baby, as if I’d ever walk away from this? From the moment I found you, nothing else mattered.”
The emotions that slam into me across the bond are pure love.
“Tell me you love me, Esme,” he says softly.
“I love you,” I whisper. “I think I loved you from the very start, as crazy as that sounds.”
“Good. I want you too. I fucking love you—I’m obsessed with you. Now I don’t need to do anything illegal like kidnap you and lock you up.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Zeb
She laughs. She thinks I’m joking.
Not even a little.
I always thought I knew my place in the world. But I didn’t have a clue. It took one sassy omega to wake me up and bring enlightenment to my door.
I’m going to fuck her. Correction, I need to fuck her. I need to feel her body under mine, her lips, her cunt stretching around my dick as I pound into her.
I’m hard in an instant. I need inside her, like, yesterday. “Bedroom?” I mutter against her throat.
“Behind you,” she breathes. I turn with her still in my arms, and stride for the room.
Her quarters are functional and small, just enough to provide a private space. Next time this is going to happen in my home where there’s a bigger goddamn bed.
I drop her on the bed coming straight down over her. My fingers are in her hair, holding her still, and my lips crash over hers. Our tongues tangle. We’re nothing but breathy pants and urgency. Her fingers are on my jacket’s lapels, trying to shove itover my arms. I’ve got my hand under the hem of her sexy healer dress and her plump tit is my hand.
I want to consume her, swallow her whole, to remind her that she’s mine, that we belong together. That while I might not be the perfect type for her on paper, none of that matters because soul deep we belong.
