“What color?” I ask, my eyes closed, picturing them.
“Dirty blond? I don’t know.”
A deep ache hits me in my stomach; all I want is relief. My hand slides from the captain’s belt as I fist his hard cock from outside of his pants.
The speed of his purr picks up and his one hand slides up my back to cradle the back of my head.
“No. Not yet,” he says.
I whine and shove his chest, his back hitting the bathroom door, making it creak. As soon as I do it, my eyes widen and fear rattles me. Shit, I shouldn’t have done that. He’s already rejected me, now he’s going to rescind his offer.
But when I glance back up at his handsome face, he’s smiling.
“Well. Seems like the meds aren’t going to do much for you. Let’s get you up to the cockpit,” he says with a sigh.
Fuck. He’s mad at me. I shouldn’t have shoved him. I shrink away and his big hands grab each side of my face.
“Honey, I know you’re going fucking through it right now. But I’m going to need you to hold it together so we can get to the front of the plane. My offer is still good, I’ll get you to Heat Haven and my pack will take care of you. I just can’t do that if we don’t get safely to the front of the plane. Has nothing to do with you, got it?”
I inhale his scent, his words laced with delicious honeysuckle soothe me as I take a deep breath.
“Now. I’m going to scent mark you as much as I can so that none of the Alphas get out of hand as soon as we leave here. Are you okay with that?”
Am I okay with that? I grab for his belt again, wanting a very specific kind of scent marking, and he sighs, leaning forward and licking me from my collarbone to the back of my ear. He nuzzles me there, thickening his scent in my hair.
He does the same on the other side and I know my knuckles are white from the way I’m gripping his belt.
Cole promised me that the offer was good, that he would help me. I just need to be a good little Omega and wait.
His hands tangle in my hair as he rubs against me, covering me in his scent in any way he can. Thankfully, he isn’t looking at me, because my smile is probably terrifying as I think about how everyone out there is going to smell him on me.
A claim.
I moan as his hand lightly wraps around my throat as he rubs his cheek against mine.
His hard cock is resting against my front and I love that it’s me doing this to him, that he’s getting off on making me smell like him. It’s possessive and sexy in a way that I’ve been thirsting for.
Cole quenches a hunger I didn’t even know I had.
This.This is how an Alpha makes an Omega feel wanted. It’s like cold water being doused on me when I realize that I’m not his. But maybe at least for the next few days I can be.
“Okay,” he whispers in my ear. “You’re going to hold on to my belt while I walk first down the aisle. You will not let go. You will not stop walking.”
“What if someone touches me?” I ask, rubbing against him even more.
He pulls back, his thumb and forefinger gripping my jaw.
“You’re wearing my scent, and that makes you mine right now. I always protect what’s mine, Shiloh.”
All the scent marking is for naught, because my panties are obscenely drenched with slick, my scent nearly exploding around us.
“Fuck. Let’s just do this,” he says.
He has a hard time, but eventually opens the door and gets us out. I grab his belt like he told me to.
“If anyone gets out of their seat or touches me or the woman behind me you’ll be dealing with airport security as soon as we get off this flight. Everyone is to remain seated, eyes to the front, and hands to themselves,” he says to the passengers as we walk down the aisle.
Who knew I’d find the perfect man in the sky?
