“You have no idea how much I want this,” he murmurs lowly, his lips almost touching mine. “But I’m getting mixed signals from you.”
“I know,” I whisper, my head spinning.
I don’t want to stop touching him, though. I want to feel him against me. My inner Omega screams for him now that I’m finally letting her have something good.
And even though I know it’s not, what he’s doing starts to feel like rejection.
“Fuck,” he hisses, pressing his forehead to mine. “I thought I lost you last night. I thought—you were going toleave. You said you didn’t want to discuss it, Blair.”
Shame makes my chest burn.
I was ready to run away from Travis and his packmates last night, and now, I’m kissing him.
“The last thing I want is for you to try to run again,” he admits, his voice gravelly. “I couldn’t—don’t make us go through that. If this is too much, if you end up regretting this…”
But his breathing is rough, just like mine, and his hands tremble as he holds me.
He’s worried he’ll lose me again now that I’ve finally opened up to him.
Travis is my scent match, and I want to kiss him, just like he wants to kiss me.
But his concern isvalidbecause the last twenty-four hours have been chaotic, to say the least.
So, I decide to open up to him.
“I had hoped it was you,” I whisper.
He steps back from me and moves his hands to my waist. “What?”
“I wanted it to be you,” I repeat, my lower lip trembling. “I used to hope that if I ever had a scent match, you would be it.”
His grip on my waist tightens.
“When I met Ryland at the rescue, I was disappointed,” I admit. “I didn’t know you were packmates, and I was devastated that it wasn’t you.”
His eyes widen in disbelief.
“I know who you are, Travis. You’re my friend. My scent match. And the Alpha I want to kiss, right fucking now.”
It’s not my best speech, but hopefully, it has its desired effect.
He lifts my chin with his fingers and crashes his mouth to mine. I whimper in surprise, then kiss him back just as eagerly. His tongue gently strokes mine, and I taste the mint of his breath and the wood smoke of his scent.
I moan into his mouth, pressing my body flush against him and feeling the hardness of his cock through his pants.
It’s the best kiss I’ve ever had, and I want more.
A match has been lit inside me, andfinallyI’m giving in to my desires.
Travis kisses me thoroughly, taking his time enjoying my mouth until I have to pull away to breathe. He just brings his lips lower, licking down my jaw and neck.
“This fuckingcorset,” he hisses, sucking a mark into my collarbone, causing me to cry out. “You wore this to tease me, didn’t you?”
My legs grow weak at his tone.
“Yes,” I moan. “Yes, I wore this for you.”
“And this skirt—” his hands slide lower until he’s grabbing my hips—“you dress like a little cocktease, all the time.”
