The only light in the room is from the television, and soon, fatigue washes over me.
I fight to keep my eyes open just to stare at the outline of Blair’s heart-shaped face.
I breathe in her candied-violet scent, my fingers itching to move the couple inches over and place my hand on her knee.
If it’s this difficult for me, I can’t imagine how much Rowan is struggling.
Rowan, who has always had large, loud emotions, and still has to fight to keep them in check.
This must be agonizing for him if it’s torturing me this much.
But then, something amazing happens.
A weight suddenly appears on my shoulder, and violet-scented hair tickles my nose.
Blair fell asleep on me.
I freeze in place for a moment, shocked by the sudden onslaught of her sugared scent. I tilt my head up, and she tucks her chin into my neck, her breathing deep and even.
Rowan is already asleep, slouched and half-lying down on the couch. Travis is splayed out on his back, carefully watching us. Once he sees that Blair has shifted into my arms, he gives me a subtle nod, then closes his own eyes.
She feels sorightin my arms. Little huffs of air escape her, along with pleased humming noises.
“Sweetheart,” I whisper. I run my fingers through a lock of golden hair, moving the strands out of my eyes. “Blair, you fell asleep.”
As tempting and delicious as this sensation is, I don’t want her to wake up with regret.
Only hours ago, she was ready to reject us and the scent match.
She had planned on leaving us and only stayed here because the weather reminded her of everything she lost.
“Blair,” I try again, shifting us so her face isn’t buried in my neck. “Hey beautiful, you need to wake up.”
She nuzzles me deeper. My cock strains against my sweatpants, and I’m grateful that everyone else is asleep.
My body is a live wire, stretched taut and ready to burst at the slightest touch from my scent match.
“Omega,” I murmur, using every ounce of command I can.
She lets out a whimper, and I inhale a sharp breath.
I’m left with two options.
I can either move away from her, causing her to lose her balance and flop onto the couch, or I can stay here and offer her the comfort she deserves.
Inhaling her, I listen to her pleased hums and make my decision.
I clutch her tighter, stroking the top of her head, and vibrate my chest.
I purr for her, deep and low, offering her every part of myself I can.
My inner Alpha longs for her, and the primal part of me that’s waited for her for years finally reaches out to my scent match.
I purr for Blair. I had convinced myself that this day might never come.
Sleep comes far too quickly, no matter how hard I fight it.
With my scent match in my arms, my body tells me I’m right where I’m supposed to be, and there’s no need to be awake when my Omega isn’t.
