Her hand hasn’t left my arm, and it’s comforting. “It’s more so the situation. I have three scent matches that leave in two weeks. How cruel is that? The idea of getting to know you guys and then have you leave, I don’t know if I can handle it. I was thinking about if it would be a better idea to not physically be around each other and maybe get to know each other virtually.” She tilts her head, trying to gauge my reaction.
“If that’s what you really want.” I keep it simple. If she told us that it’s all we could have now, I’d accept it. I’d hate it, but I can understand where she’s coming from.
She shakes her head. “As soon as I tried falling asleep, I wished I would have stayed. That I had your scents around me. I think it’s too late for that.”
“We can figure it all out. I’d really like to spend the time we do have getting to know each other better.”
She smiles, shrugging her bare shoulders and nodding. “I think I’d like that too. I’m fucking scared, but I have scent matches.” Her eyes water, but she blinks away unshed tears. “I didn’t realize the feeling would be so intense.”
I nod, understanding completely. It’s overwhelming, this need to make her happy, know that she’s safe, and to care for her. This need for her is all-consuming.
I stand up, looking down at her drowning in her fuzzy blanket. I want to pick her up and put her on my lap, but I know I should give her space. “I can pick you up in the morning.”
She chews on her bottom lip, making me want to free it with my thumb. “Or you can stay.”
“Stay?” She nods her head and stands.
“Let me just go get some pajamas. Make yourself comfortable.” I want to tell her not to get dressed on account of me, just the opposite actually. Stay blissfully naked.
She pads across the bedroom to what appears to be her private bathroom. I remove all my cold gear, putting it on top of my boots along with my pants. I decide to keep my shirt on, unsure of what she’s comfortable with. I sit on the bed and pat the sleeping dog’s head. He lightly snores but doesn’t move, just lies on the far end of the bed. I give him good boy pats because that means that Charlotte will be even closer to me.
Charlotte comes back into the room wearing a white camisole that I can nearly see through, if it was just a tad brighter in here, and a black pair of cotton shorts that contrast against her skin. As I glance down and see the skin of her thighs exposed, my mouth waters.
“Do you need anything?” she asks in a soft voice, and I shake my head. She nods. “Can I be in the middle?” I nod, words not able to leave my mouth, thoughts not really running through my head. All I see is my Omega—my nearly naked Omega. I’ve only seen her in winter gear, and now she has on next to nothing. My scent is in full force, and so is hers as she wiggles her way to the middle of the bed. I grab all the blankets and toss them over us as I lie down next to her. No skin is touching, and I really want to touch her, but I don’t want to push my luck. “You can touch me,” she says, her glasses still on, her unique eyes looking at me tentatively.
“How?” She picks up my hand and puts it on her hip, slightly wincing at the chill of my palm.
“Sorry.”
“It’s okay, you can come closer.”
I move closer to her, our chests nearly touching, her body heat radiating onto mine, her sock covered feet touch my calves. Her warm breath grazes the bottom of my chin, and I shiver. Charlotte’s scent hasn’t been as strong as it is at this moment. I’m nearly choking on it. My dick is hard, and my only thoughts are about how she’s mine. This girl I just met, where I pushed my way into her bedroom late at night, has asked me to stay. She’s mine, and I’m hers. There’s no turning back, there’s only going forward.
Her hand starts at my collarbone and glides over my Henley as she lazily explores the ridges of my chest.
“Anders?”
“Yeah,Kulta?” It slips out, but it fits. She feels like a fucking prize, and her blonde hair is like strands of gold.
“Kiss me.”
My fingers tuck a strand of hair behind her ear before gently taking her glasses and removing them. I turn and place them on the nightstand and turn back to Charlotte. My fingers are back on her face, starting at her hairline and slowly sliding down her perfect heart-shaped face. Her lips part when I reach her cheekbones, and I lightly grab her chin, tilting her face up to mine and bringing our lips together.
It starts off with slow, gentle, exploratory kisses. But once her tongue touches mine, I’m fucking done. Scenting her is one thing, but tasting her? She was already solidified for me. I won’t just let my scent match walk away. But now that I’ve tasted her, she’s as good as bonded to me.
She moans into my mouth, and I return the sound in hers. Her lips are soft, and her kisses are demanding. She’s not shy about what she wants as she pushes her body closer to me, her hand sliding under my shirt and her thigh pushing between my legs. One of my hands is under her head and touching her back while I caress her jaw with the other. Charlotte rubs her hot center on my thigh, and I groan and fist her hair.
When she gasps, I release her hair. “Was that too much?” I ask, nearly breathless. Charlotte doesn’t answer, she just slides her hand in the back of my hair and fists my hair as hard as I just grabbed hers. “Fuck.” Our lips are back on one another’s, the urgency increasing with every swipe of her tongue or nibble on my bottom lip.
“Please,” she whines. It sends more blood down to my dick, and I groan.
I fist her hair, tilting her face up to mine. “What do you need,Kulta?”
“Touch me, please, Alpha.”
I nearly come in my fucking boxers. I’ve never had a girl call me that in bed, let alone an Omega, or the one who happens to be my fucking scent match.
My eyes meet hers, and I wonder how good her vision is without her glasses. She seems to be able to track my face. I kiss her one more time before my hands glide down her sternum and over her breasts. My thumb teases one of her hard nipples. “Is this where you want me to touch you?” I knead the hard bud between two fingers, and she squirms and shakes her head. My heart is beating so fast I feel like I’ve just done hours of lightning drills. She looks eager and wanting, I can scent her arousal, but I need her words. “You’re sure this is what you want, Charlotte?”
