“I wantyou,” she says, lying down and pulling me close. “I need you.” Her fingers slip over my lips, her thumb pulling on my bottom lip for a moment. “I need your touch, your mouth. Your rain and earth. Your warmth.” She curls closer to me, her hand sliding down my chest until it rests above my waistband.
“But if I can’t—” I swallow harshly again.
“Your cock is just a bonus,” she says with a smirk. “If you tell me no, I won’t ever force you.” The weight of her words hang in the air between us. “And I’ll never be mad if you don’t want me.”
I shake my head as I grab her, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her close. I run my nose up her neck and get the heaviest scent of cinnamon and peppercorn yet. It’s so spicy, it almost rivals Diego.
And then I remember something Gage and Diego said. Both mentioned an overwhelming scent of lemongrass. A typical omega scent.
But when I smelled Emmett…he didn’t smell like lemongrass. He smelled like cinnamon.
What if… what if the unidentifiable protein that comes and goes… what if it’s responsible for this change in scent and in turn affects us as differently as it affects her?
Spice is usually a scent attributed to alphas. The most common is clove and allspice, which are in the same family as cinnamon. But before I can grasp this inkling of information, I feel Auryn’s fingers in my hair, and I am pulled back to the here and now.
“Of course I want you,” I say, feeling vulnerable and open for the first time. “I just want you in a way that’s different.” I say. “Your…” I clear my throat, feeling a blush as I try to mimic the language of Emmett or Gage, “pussy is just a bonus?”
She laughs. Really laughs as she leans her head against my shoulder. She cries. She laughs. She holds me tight. She smells so fucking good, and her body is warm in my arms, and I like it more than I know I should.
I lift her chin with one hand, imploring her with my gaze.
“You asked me to help you forget. I can do that,” I say, feeling exposed. “I want to do that for you.” I lean down and kiss her softly.
Her hand settles on my cheek, warm to the touch, and she purrs again. Louder this time than before, and I have half a mind to ask her a thousand questions, but I don’t get to.
Because when Auryn kisses me back, I can’t think about anything else but her.
She presses her body against mine, and it feels hot. The scent of cinnamon is so thick I think it’s infiltrating my lungs.
“I want to be what you need,” I whisper against her lips. “I just don’t knowhowto be what you need.” I suck in a breath. “I’m not very good at this,” I admit.
“No, you’re perfect,” she says as she kisses me again. “Everything about you is perfect, Olly,” she whispers against my lips. “You give me so much more than you know.”
I run my hands up and down her body like she showed me the other day. She purrs again.
“You’re purring,” I murmur. She rubs against me, her hands sliding up and down my chest as she sucks on my neck like a vampire. The touch feels good, but it also tickles. I chuckle.
“That tickles,” I say, my cheeks heating. She purrs and does it again, and I squirm against her.
“Auryn…” I start to laugh.
“I like your laugh,” she says, breathless. “It’s so fucking sexy.” I blush. “You are so fucking sexy, Olly.”
All my insecurity fades at those words. Auryn thinks I’m sexy.
Well, fuck.
“So are you,” I say as I roll over with her, positioning myself on top of her. My cock twitches, semi-hard, but I ignore it for the moment. I grin at her as I settle a hand over her clothed stomach, and I do something I’ve never done with anyone.
I tickle her.
She yelps, clearly not expecting it, and then her laugh fills the air.
I do it again, watching the grin split her face as I press my weight against her, and she thrashes beneath me, but she doesn’t stay there long. She lunges forward and tickles me back.
We roll around in her nest, and I know I should smell the other alphas, but all I can smell is cinnamon. Sweet, sweet fucking cinnamon and peppercorn. We roll around until we’re both sweaty and panting, and I remove her shirt. She slides out of her sweatpants fast, and in a flash, she’s naked. She presses her breasts against my chest as we roll, kissing me everywhere she can. And surprisingly, I am hard. I wasn’t thinking about it. I’m still not really thinking about it, but there’s no denying my body likes this. Likesher.
She grins as she grinds against me, and the strangled moan escapes me of its own accord. She flashes her gaze up at me, the question evident in her gaze.
