I grab her by the ankle, upending her once again, and pull her sweatpants off with one motion. She mewls, then growls, and the minute they are off, I smell her arousal, thick and potent. It makes my cock weep with precum and my mouth water.
“I’m going to make you beg for this cock,” I tell her. “I know you want it; I can smell how fucking turned on you are right now.”
“Am not,” she bites, but there is humor to it.
Oh, so the little firecracker wants to play.
Game on, Auryn.
I grab both her ankles in one wrist as I stare at her, tracing my free hand down her thigh. I know if she didn’t want this, she’d fight me. And right now, she’s not fighting me one fucking bit.
Her mouth might be full of venom, but her body is soft, warm, and giving me every indication she wants this.
Wantsme.
My fingers hover near the apex of her entrance, and I take in the sight. Her glistening, pink folds steal my attention. I want to taste her, but I’m not going to do it until she begs me to. I want to hear her say it.
I run my finger up over her lips, and she shivers.
“If you want me to stop, Auryn, tell me,” I say, noticing the way her body is trembling. I loosen my grip on her ankles, and she sucks in a breath.
“No, I don’t want you to, I just—”
I let her legs down, crawling over her to find her face. The scent of lemongrass is thick in the air, and she is trembling.
“Hey,” I grab her chin, forcing her to look at me. She follows my touch with ease. Too much ease. I like it better when she fights me, but right now, looking at the glistening glaze in her eyes, I think she needs more than a fight.
I think she needsassurance.
“It’s okay,” I tell her, a strange tightness forming in my chest. “I don’t have to…wedon’t have to—”
“You don’t want to,” she says shakily.
Of course I do, but right now I’m getting a lot of mixed signals, and I need clear ones. I don’t want to hurt her or push her over a ledge I don’t know about.
My eyebrows furrow as the scent of lemongrass thickens in the air.
A deep purr escapes my throat of its own volition, and she whines. Her gaze catches mine for a moment, and all the fight is gone.
In its place is something else. Someone else.
“Of course Iwantto,” I say in confusion. “Can you not feel this?” I shift my position, not trying to grind on her, but trying to make her understand in the only way I know how that Idowant her.
I’ve wanted her since I laid eyes on her. Since I smelled that lemongrass-sunshine scent in that dank-ass cave.
Since she fought my grip and pushed my fucking buttons.
She whimpers, turns her head away, and pushes me back.
No. No, no…This isn’t supposed to happen, we…
We were having fun, weren’t we? What happened? What did I do? How did I fuck this up?Again.
“That’s just biology,” she bites. Her words are harsh, like she doesn’t believe beyond the physical component that this is something so much more. Deeper.
A bond between an alpha and his omega is a primal bond, but it’s also a deep one, too. When an omega perfumes, when she mates with someone she deems viable and good, it’s something that anchors your fucking soul.
You’d do anything for your omega, and she’d do anything for you. Her alpha.
