“Kinda,” I admit to him.
He swirls his fork in the pasta and brings the bite-size portion to my mouth. I open my lips and take a bite, and dang, that is delicious. It’s so good I moan in approval.
“None of those noises, or else we won't finish our meal before I’m all over you.”
“No promises. This is super delicious. Thank you.”
I inhale my gnocchi in a completely unladylike fashion. Griffin is immersed enough in his meal that he doesn’t comment. The buttery potato pasta melts on my tongue and I savor every bite. I have to stop myself from licking up the extra sauce on my plate.
Griffin grabs a small white box and two spoons from the drawer. “Let's try this cherry-misu, shall we?” He hands me the spoon and I take a nice dollop of each of the layers and pop it into my mouth.Ohmygosh.The mascarpone melts on my tongue. The bitterness of the espresso-soaked ladyfingers and the sweetness of the cherry jam contrast perfectly. It elicits another moan from me.
“Oh. We should have gotten two. I don’t think I feel like sharing anymore.” I take my spoon and grab another bite while he stares at me with tenderness in his eyes.
He boops my nose. “If I need to learn to share, so do you, Ms. Collins.” His admission makes me blush.
For Alphas and Omegas, sharing is almost the standard, with the ratio of Alphas to Omegas around 10:1. While not every Alpha needs an Omega to be happy, most Omegas find comfort in having more than one Alpha or partner. It goes beyond just sexual gratification. Omegas are biologically drawn to Alphas like a moth to flame. We physically need them for our heats and emotionally tend to need more affection. Pack life isn’t just for Alphas and Omegas anymore either. There are so many combinations of designations in packs and it's beautiful to see. I’ve always known I would need a pack. I need a lot of affection and reassurance; having just one partner wouldn’t be enough.
I clear my throat. “Are you okay with sharing? I noticed you aren’t in a pack yet.”
“I haven’t done it before, but I’m open. I want a pack. That's part of the reason I joined Heat Haven. I’ve been so focused on making partner at my firm, I kinda let my personal life fall to the wayside.”
“Mmm, I know what you mean. I thought I was going to bond with a pack in Georgia, but it just didn’t work out.”
He arches an eyebrow, “Well, they’re idiots for messing things up with you.”
“Yeah, they missed the whole monogamous polyamory memo, apparently. It was not the best of breakups.”
Spinning myself around the bar stool, I try to figure out what direction to take this conversation. Now is not the time to talk about Dale putting his hands around my throat when I told him I was leaving his pack. I’ve never feared for my life more than I did in that moment. Immediately after the altercation, I packed all of my stuff and stayed at a hotel until I figured out what to do next. There’s no way I could have stayed with someone who cheats and puts their hands on me. We’ll just glance over this part of the story and get to the good parts.
“Anyway, I signed up for a nanny position, willing to move anywhere and well, now I’m here.”
“The situation sounds grim, but I’m glad you’re here,” he says. It makes my cheeks heat and I smile at him.
“I’m glad I’m here, too. As in, not just living in Boston but here at your house.” I motion my hands around his beautiful kitchen.
Griffin gets off his stool and swivels me so he can stand between my legs. Grabbing my jaw gently, he forces my chin up so that I’m looking at him. I stare into his light green eyes and he gives me a smile that shows off those sharp canines of his. I’ve never wanted an Alpha to bite me before. Being bonded is a major commitment, but I would be lying if I wasn’t thinking about it right now.Maybe just a nibble, not a bond mark.
Griffin leans in and grazes his teeth against my neck, and I shiver. He chuckles deviously at me, “You cold, sweetheart?”
“Mmm, a little bit.”
He removes his teeth and lips from my neck and takes a step back. I let out a noise of complaint and he just shakes his head and continues moving over to the fireplace. He flicks two switches on the right-hand side and the fireplace roars to life, sending a blast of heat into the room.
“That should help. Can’t have my girl getting cold, can we?”His girl?It must just be a phrase that he uses with women he sees, right? Maybe not. He said he was joining Heat Haven for direction, not just the sexual aspects.
He walks back over to where I’m sitting and peels my jacket off, one arm at a time. Once it's gone, he folds it in half and places it on an empty stool. Next, he looks down at my boots. Giving me a questioning look, I nod my head. Griffin gets down to his knees and unzips the side of each boot, tugging the left one off first. He kisses my instep and then does the same process with the other foot. Having this insanely sexy Alpha on their knees in front of me is definitely a tantalizing image I plan on storing in my mental spank bank.
Rising back to his full height once my boots are gone, he looks at my feet and so do I.I need to paint my toenails before my heat. They are looking busted.Griffin doesn’t seem to notice as he leans closer to me. One of Griffin's large hands lands on my thigh, while the other takes hold of my hair. Bringing his mouth to mine, he kisses me tenderly. I taste the red wine on his lips,yum. His tongue begs for entry and I open for him. The pressure of the kiss increases. His hand tightens on my thigh, kneading the muscle thoroughly.
Griffin slowly starts pushing the hem of my dress higher and higher towards the junction of my thighs. My arousal wafts through the kitchen. Griffin's pupils are blown wide as he flares his nostrils, inhaling the sweet scent.
He lets out a moan, a deep seductive noise that has me rubbing my thighs together for friction.
“Fuck, I forgot you weren’t wearing panties. I need to taste you again.”
With hurried hands, he grips the bottom of my dress and pulls it over my body. Once my dress is gone, he nuzzles my black lace covered breasts. Grabbing me by the hips, he places me on the island counter. The stark contrast of the cool countertop against my warm bottom makes me gasp.
With deft fingers, Griffin unclasps my bra and throws the garment on the floor next to my dress. Palming each breast with one of his hands, he takes a deep inhale of the skin by my collar bone before his skillful tongue reaches my nipple. He swirls the small bud with the tip of his tongue before sucking the entirety of my nipple in his mouth. A moan escapes my lips and I feel myself getting wetter.His island is going to be a mess.
