An invisible cat suddenly has my tongue, and the only thing I can safely whisper is: “Bad.”
He matches the way I’m leaning, and just like that our faces are so close together. Inches apart. I can feel his hot breath blooming on my face, his half-lidded expression igniting the flames Redd had stoked when we were alone.
These guys… my body loses all sense of logic when they come near. If this is how it is for omegas when they find the right ones, then I get it. I finally understand it. It would be so easy for me to lose myself in Monroe, in Redd, even in Lev. They’re mine, after all, and isn’t that what it means to belong to each other, wholly and completely?
“I’m sorry,” he whispers.
“It’s okay.” My breath catches in my lungs, burning with the need to be expelled, but I’m frozen. Sitting there beside Monroe, I am utterly frozen, and I don’t know what to do.
I know what I want to do, of course. I want to toss that popcorn bowl out of his hand and crawl onto his lap. I want those large hands of his to dance across my back and make me feel things. I want… goodness, I want something I’ve never wanted before in my life.
I want to be claimed.
It’s as I have that thought that Monroe says, “It’s not okay. I hate that our happy ending started on such a sour note. We’re going to make it up to you. We’re going to prove to you we’ll never leave you again.” He must be on the same wavelength as me, because he leans forward to set the popcorn bowl down on the ground just in front of the couch, and then he reaches for me,pulling me onto his lap and burying his nose in the crook of my neck, in my hair.
My eyes close as I hear him inhale, and I bask in the feeling of those strong arms around me. Both my legs are swept over his lap, so it isn’t like I’m straddling him, but still, as he smells me, I feel something beneath my backside stir.
Obviously, I’m not the only one who wants a claiming.
“You smell so sweet,” Monroe murmurs against my neck, his lips brushing a tender spot there and making me shiver against him. “I could eat you up, omega.” That last part is growled out, not so much a threat as it is more of a ridiculously sexy promise.
My mouth moves, the response coming out of me before I can stop and think about whether it’s a good idea or not, “Then eat me, alpha.” The words are so blatant, so sexual, that my cheeks burn, but I don’t care. I am as ready as I’ll ever be. Now isn’t the time to stand back and play coy.
His chest hums with a hungry growl, and that growl reverberates deep within my body. My heart skips a beat, and I suck in a hard breath as the alpha pulls his mouth off my neck and kisses me so fiercely my head spins.
The kiss is fire and ice, two competing forces at war. Now that I know what kissing is like, now that I know how to kiss back, I give as good as he does, and in doing so the humming in his chest deepens. I part my lips and allow his tongue entry, and the moment our tongues collide, it’s fireworks in my head and inside my soul. I wrap my arms around his neck, and soon enough he’s moving us so that I’m on my back on the couch while he’s pinning me down.
Pinned down with nowhere to go. I actually rather like it.
One of Monroe’s hands falls to my neck, his fingers curling around it in a wordless display of dominance while his other hand weaves through my hair and tugs enough to make me moan into the kiss. He explores my mouth like he’s memorizingthe feel of it for later, and he takes his time in doing so. The alpha is confident and firm in his movements, and I give it right back to him, letting him take whatever he wants from me.
The embrace is enough to make me squeeze my thighs together in a futile attempt to stop the inevitable, but the inevitable is called such for a reason. Slick gushes out of me regardless, filling the air with my potent scent and dampening my panties and pajama bottoms instantly.
The scent of my slick makes him pull his mouth off me and growl out, “You’re driving me crazy, Dulcie. So fucking crazy. I feel like I’m losing my mind.”
The feeling is more than mutual. In fact, hearing him say that makes my inner omega come to life with a need that can only be satiated with one thing in particular, something I’ve never had before but something I crave deep inside: a knot.
Though it’s very unlike me to say something like this aloud, with how desperate Monroe is making me, it’s the only thing I can say: “Claim me, alpha. Make me yours. Knot me.” Since my heat hasn’t arrived, the chance of pregnancy is low—not impossible, but insanely low. Some omegas wish to put off starting a family, so they get hormone injections or go on birth control. We haven’t discussed any of that yet, but we still have time.
Besides, I think these guys would be good fathers. Accepting and owning your mistakes is a huge thing, something not everyone does.
Monroe shudders above me when I say it, and a few seconds pass before he asks in a husky tone, “Are you sure?”
I nod, and with that nod, I know everything is about to change—and I’m ready for it. I want it. I need it to.
The very moment I nod and give him reassurance, what little hesitancy he has fades away. He helps me out of my clothes. Shirt first, then my wet bottoms and panties. It takes him lessthan thirty seconds to get me naked, a record I think, and once I lay beneath him totally bare, his eyes drink me in. Though it’s dark, we have the light from the TV, so he can see enough.
How my chest rises and falls with each heavy breath. How my thighs tremble in anticipation. How my lips are parted ever so slightly as I gaze up at him, waiting for him to match my nakedness.
I mean, the alpha’s shirtless already, so all he’ll have to do is take off those pajama bottoms and whatever is underneath, and then I’ll see him in his full glory. Not that I have much to compare it to, but based off what I felt when I was on his lap, he’s got quite the package under there.
Monroe lets his hands roam along my newly-naked body for a few moments, drinking me in. All of my curves, the smooth skin on my stomach, and lastly, my quaking thighs down below and what rests between them.
He stares at me like I hold the answers to the universe, like he’s never seen anything more beautiful. That look on his face is enough to drive me mad, enough to make me lose my freaking mind. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted someone as badly as I want this alpha right now. The sheer power of the desire within me is overwhelming in every way.
Only after he’s satisfied with drinking me in does he take off his own pants and free that monster waiting between his legs. The moment it’s free, it stands at attention, in all of its thick and veiny glory. I stare at it, at him, with wide eyes, unable to look anywhere else.
It’s so hard, so thick… and so big. How the heck does something like that fit inside? And all of this is before it swells and knots us together.
