My gaze searches hers and then back down to her lips.
Can I do this?
I know I have what it takes to care for an Omega; I have no doubt in my mind I could be a loving, supportive, and caring Alpha. But can I share? Can I give up control and work with others?
I’m a team player, but at times it could be hard. It’s something I had to work long and hard to overcome. But the NHL was important, hockey was important, so I overcame and continue to try and be a better teammate.
It seems like zero to one hundred as a first date, but I knew this about her before she came over. Sloane is a pack Omega through and through. And the most precious things are the ones you have to work hard for.
Just like I did with hockey, I’ll have to find patience and understanding. Because I’ve never felt like this before, never this early and never this strong.
Sloane is worth it.
I prove this to her by leaning forward and placing my lips against hers in the softest show of affection. Caving to her wants feels as easy as breathing.
She sighs against my lips, her body relaxing as I do my best to assure her through the kiss.
Our scents intermingle, and I shift my body closer to hers. One of her small hands fists my shirt, and I have to hold back a moan that wants to slip out of my mouth.
Has a kiss ever felt like this for me?
No. Not even close.
I don’t know if it’s because Sloane is an Omega and my Alpha nature calls to her, or if it’s just the strong, lovely woman herself. But I want more. I want everything.
It makes me lose control, placing my body closer to hers and parting my lips to kiss her deeper. The small Omega moans into my mouth, and my chest rumbles with a satisfied purr.
Her nails are digging into my shirt, and she shifts her body to the edge of the seat, her thighs touching my own legs. What I wouldn’t do to pick her up and toss her on the counter and devour her whole.
“Alpha,” she whispers against my lips, causing me to snap back to reality.
I pull away from the kiss, which is the biggest test of self control I’ve ever had in my life.
“This won’t be easy for me, but I will try. For you, Sloane, I will try.”
She opens her eyes like she was in a slight haze, my shirt still fisted in her hand.
“Wait. You were serious about taking it slow?” she says, blinking at me, and I shake my head and laugh, my hand sliding from her jaw to press against her delicate collarbone.
“Very serious. I want to court you. I want to make sure this is truly something I can do.”
She licks her lips, tasting me, and I nearly lose it. Instead, I change the structure of the evening.
“We should go for a walk. Unless you want more to eat?” I ask her.
“Are you trying to kick me out of your house?” she asks with narrowed eyes.
“If we stay in my house, I worry I will do very un-gentlemanly things to you.”
“What if I want you to? What if there’s something even better on the menu?” she whispers.
She was sent to test me, I realize. Sloane is a lesson in restraint and patience sent by the universe.
“You’re a very dangerous Omega,” I tell her, which makes her laugh.
“Alright, fine, Mr. Take It Slow. Let’s go for a walk. We can talk more and get to know each other.”
I let out a sigh of relief and remove my hand from her skin.
