“Never feel embarrassed for takin’ care of yourself. I’m glad you’re talkin’ to someone.”
She smiles at me. “There he is,” she beams. “Take me back to the clubhouse, Mr. President,” she demands with a giggle. I shake my head at her, grabbing her by the waist and tossing her over my shoulder. She laughs and squirms as I carry her to the clubhouse.
“The guys are gonna want to fuckin’ kill me,” I joke.
“I’ll try to be quiet.” I smack her ass playfully, making her laugh more.
Fuck, I love hearing her laugh. It makes me smile, and I wonder when was the last time I ever felt this light.
“Don’t you dare,” I order her. Her perfume fills my nostrils, and I groan in response.
I open the front door to the club, which leads to the main bar area, causing multiple heads to turn our way. I make note of the fact that some Omegas feel comfortable enough to spend timehere, and it eases something further in my chest. I’m making this club a safe place. I’m not my father.
“Put me down,” Lily hisses, her head upside down as she tries to smack my ass.
“Don’t mind us,” I say, as I start walking down the hall.
“Oh, hell. I’m gettin’ the fuck outta here,” I hear one of the guys complain.
They can fuck off for all I care. Lily wanted this, and I’m gonna give her what she wants. It’s not like I haven’t heard them fuckin’ more often than not.
“I didn’t think this through,” Lily bitches. “They’re all going to know what we’re doing in your room.
“They better hear it too,” I tell her, and she pinches my thigh, making me jump.
“Oh, you’re gonna pay for that one,” I warn her as I get my door open, locking it behind me. I’m gentle as I toss her onto my bed. She bounces as she looks up at me with wide eyes and dilated pupils.
She clears her throat and looks away for a second, the sight making my heart sink. Maybe she’s changed her mind, and she’s not ready.
“If it feels right to bond during… you have my permission,” she whispers.
“What?” I reel back, shell shocked.
“I don’t want to pressure you or anything. But for me, it’s inevitable, and I don’t see any reason to wait. So if it feels right for you, I want you to know you have my permission, that it’s not some lust-filled?—”
I tangle my hands in her hair and crash my lips against hers, stopping her from giving me any more of her pretty words.
She wants me to bond with her.
She’s giving me consent now because she knows I wouldn’t do it in the heat of the moment. I’m not sure there’s ever been anyone in my life that understood me the way that Lily does.
Fuck, I want to be everything she deserves.
I’m soft with her because I don’t know what she really likes. I know what Lily in heat likes, but this is us navigating what we like together. I don’t want to scare her off or be too intense from the get-go. I can do sweet and gentle. It’s what she deserves.
The kisses I pepper on her jawline and neck are nearly feather-soft. She groans and tugs on my hair roughly, making me moan in pleasure.
Fuck, I love when she pulls on my hair.
“I don’t want to be treated like glass.”
“I just don’t want to do nothin’ you don’t like.”
She grips my cut roughly, tugging me flush against her body.
“If I wanted gentle, I wouldn’t be here, Tate. Fuck me the way you fantasized and felt guilty for,” she demands.
My cock presses tightly against my pants at her words, and my hand instinctively goes to her throat.
