Gage purrs like a running motor as I whimper beneath his mouth, his touch. I need more.
The warmth that spreads through me has nothing to do with heat, and everything to do with the alpha on top of me, igniting a spark within me. My mind tells me this is no different than before. That he only wants me because of some biological drive and not because he really wantsme.
I tense because it’s conflicting. My body and my brain, it seems, are on two different pages.
“Why?” I ask. My hand settles on his chest. His heart beats beneath my palm.
“Why what?” he asks, his kiss-swollen lips catching my gaze. I want to bite them. Suck them, taste them until sugar and bourbon is all I know, but I need to hear him say it.
Stupidly, I want to hear him say he wants me because he loves me.
Not my alpha, or my omega, butme.
The broken parts. The sharp edges.
The soft, gooey center.
“Did you take me out here to fuck me one last time?” I ask, insecurity filtering through the beauty, the warmth. “Before…”
He shakes his head.
“No,” he says sternly. “This isn’t…this isn’t about you leaving, Auryn, because you’re not going anywhere as long as I’m alpha.”
And there it is. I tense, part of me wanting to push back. But there’s another part of me that fights against the challenge. That part whimpers like a fucking omega.
“It’s because you want to breed me, right?” I bite, the words sharp on my tongue. His cock twitches against me at the mention of that word.Breed.
He looks down at me for a moment, that heavy scent of bourbon blanketing me and making my pussy twitch with anticipation. I expect him to move, to argue, but he breathes deep and says, “Lemongrass and peppercorn.”
I blink. He says it again.
“You’re perfuming.” His voice is dark. “Tell me you don’t want me to breed you, and I won’t. I will never do anything you don’t want me to do.”
I want to tell him no. I really do, but…I can’t find it in me to say that one word.
Because Idowant him to breed me. Or at least, part of me does.
“This isn’t about getting you pregnant,” he says. “I don’t care about that.”
I bite my lip, the words climbing up my throat, threatening to spill out. His cock is heavy against me where it rests, and I hate that there are clothes preventing me from feeling every inch of him.
My fingers slip underneath the hem of his shirt, resting on his waistband. My breaths are heavy as I trail them down the side of his thighs. I stare up at him, the darkness of the star-spattered sky behind him lighting him up, and I think, natural or not, for better or for worse, this–Gage–is a part of me.
He challenges me. All the parts of me. He’s been doing it since he found me on this ledge, running for my life.
Gage has always given me a choice, and right now he’s giving me a choice. I only have to be brave enough to jump off the ledge.
“Yes,” I say the word carefully. “I want you. I want you to breed me.” The words are heavy, but the moment they escape me, I feel light as a feather. “I want my alpha to breed me.”
His mouth finds mine, and I am powerless to fight the wave of desire that takes me over.
It’s a blur of hands and tongues as we fight to tear one another’s clothes off. The crickets chirp, and the water rushes below, a contrast of peace and rhythm. Neither of us wait. The minute I have his pants around his ankles, his wet, hard cock is already pushing inside of me.
My back arches as I grab the back of his neck, pressing my breasts against his chest. His mouth latches onto my neck and he bites me. Hard.
No, he claims me.
Like an alpha claims an omega. Because somewhere deep down beneath my alpha, I am an omega too.
