She was going to be ours.
I’m not above devious behavior to make that happen. Especially now that I’ve gotten little glimpses of Shiloh. I know it’s crazy to have these feelings so fast, to be this determined without having a real conversation. But I know you don’t need all that to know when someone is the one.
Two of my dads knew my mom was the one after just meeting her. It must be in my DNA.
Shiloh’s head is in my lap, her hand gripping my thigh as I play with her hair. The long strands are smooth as I scratch her scalp and twirl the ends in my fingers.
“Are you tired, princess?” I ask her.
She nods in my lap, and I continue playing with her hair. I glance at the bathroom door, knowing it’s a risk, but fuck it.
Omegas in heat are about as honest as people can get.
“Do you still want your old pack? We could call them?”
She jolts up quickly, her large brown eyes pleading with mine and filling with tears as she shakes her head.
“Good. Cause you’re ours for this heat. For more if you’re interested,” I say, not caring that Cole or Mack think this is too much to talk about right now.
Shiloh smiles, her hands exploring my chest and jaw.
“You like that idea?”
She responds by pressing her face against the side of mine, rubbing her sweet lemony scent all over me.
“I do too. I’m not sure what Cole's loud mouth said about me, but I promise you I’m not some Alpha slut.”
She pauses, scent marking me, and pulls back again. I know she hears everything I’m saying, that she understands to some degree and I just need it off my chest before I give her this piece of me.
“I’ve set up a lot of dates with Omegas, knowing our pack needed one. I realize now that I was going all about it wrong. This isn’t something you can force, but with you…I don’t know, it feels like fate.”
She seems unsure, and maybe it’s the mention of other Omegas.
“Only dates, Shiloh, nothing else. You’d be my first,” I tell her, swallowing thickly. “I wanted the first Omega I knotted to be the one.”
She glances over her shoulder at the bathroom door before glancing back at me. Clearly Mack must have told her he never knotted someone before, too.
“I’m not telling you this to make you feel like you’re obligated?—”
She cuts me off, gripping my face and crashing her lips to mine. The kiss is messy and lacks any finesse. I grip her ass, shifting her on my lap. She’s completely naked except for the blanket wrapped around her.
Her tongue moves against mine as her fingers tangle with my hair, holding me where she wants me. With shaky hands, I slide them under the blanket, touching her feverish, smooth skin.
“God, princess, I’m going to show you how you should be treated,” I tell her and she moans.
Her lips kiss up my throat as she sucks on my flesh. I know she’s going to leave a mark and I love it.
“Putting a mark on me already, Shiloh?” I joke and she grabs my chin, forcing me to look at her face.
She swallows, pressing her own neck against my lips.
I start at the base her collarbone, licking a stripe of her skin, not caring that she smells like Cole or Mack. Somehow, with all our scents on her, she smells perfect.
I suck in the flesh of her skin, making sure I don’t use any teeth.
“No bonding in the facility,” a voice says over the intercom.
Shiloh holds the back of my head against her neck, not giving a shit.
