“Then turn me around right now, and fuck me against these tiles,” she commands.
I swallow harshly, but do as she asks. I settle my hands on her hips, turning her around and pressing her against the wall. Step one.
I suck in a breath, lifting her just a fraction so that I can attempt to line myself up correctly. The angle needs to be right for maximum—
“Please,” she says. “Don’t take your time.”
I blink, trying to understand the directive. I need to take my time or I will make a mistake, I will hurt her, I will—
Her hand slides back along my waist, and she pulls me close. “Just do it. Please.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I say.
My words echo between us, and it’s a moment before she looks over her shoulder at me, and then I scent the strangest thing.
Lemongrass.
It exists for the faintest moment before the cinnamon returns, and I open my mouth in shock.
The alphas said she smelled like lemongrass and sunshine, but all I’ve ever smelled was cinnamon and peppercorn. Until now.
I’ve never smelled her omega scent until now. The disappearing act exists in her blood, in her scent.
Because Auryn is…
There is no time to process or think about such things when she digs her fingernails into my skin, breaking all trains of thought.
“You won’t hurt me,” she says, backing herself up against me. “Now do as I say, Olivander.”
The command in her voice is what I latch onto.
I know no matter what happens, Auryn will guide me. She will lead me. And I will always be there to do as she says. I push aside all the ache, all the gnawing anxiety, and all the awful things that plague us to break apartthis.
Because this—Auryn and me—it is the most natural thing I’ve ever felt, even disconnected.
I slide into her with ease, relishing in the sigh that leaves her throat. It takes a minute for me to remember to breathe. Time stands still, and I think it goes on forever until she tells me to move. So I move. She snakes her arm up behind me, pulling me against her neck.
I kiss her there, because I like the way her skin feels against my tongue. I like how she tastes.
It takes a moment or two for me to build a rhythm. But Auryn pushes back against me, leading me with her words, her touch, her scent. I set one hand on her hip, the other wraps around her front, and I try to replicate the things I watched the other night. I try to move the way Gage moved. I try to touch her breasts the way she tells me to.
Every movement is calculated, but it feels good. Better than it felt when I watched it happen. She pushes my hand down between her legs, and that, I do understand. I’ve touched her here multiple times, and she always seems to enjoy it, so that’s what I do. I lose myself in the sounds she makes and the warmth spreading through me.
Something tears through me, and I go faster. Harder. It feels like running, my heart in my chest thudding so loud I think it echoes in the room. The water isn’t hot. It’s cold, but I’m burning up. I think I’m going to spontaneously combust.
And then I smellthem.
The undeniable scent of bourbon and spice.
A deep growl escapes me as some new beast forges forth.
Mine…
It’s not a thought, it’s a fact.
“Perhaps we should uh…” Gage’s voice echoes, and there is no humor in it. Just pure shock.
Auryn whines. I blink, not wanting to stop, but also feeling strangely threatened. Not by them, but the emotions traveling through me are more than I’ve ever felt, and I am worried I’m going to lose everything.
