His pupils were wide and the blush across his face had only deepened. When he gave me a slow nod, I knew he was aware of it—and accepting of it, too.
“What do you want to do?” I asked.
Morgan exhaled a breath thoughtfully. He seemed to want the same thing I did—an animalistic fuck somewhere private—but something held him back. In the back of my mind, logic told me maybe this was happening too fast for him. But then again, Len and Hugo mated relatively soon after they first met.
But Morgan was not Len. He was his own man, and whatever decisions he made, I would accept them.
I was shaken from my thoughts as Morgan’s finger pressed against my lips, then trailed down my neck and toyed at my collarbone. I was shocked into silence, unable to think about anything except him. The only sound I heard was the roar of blood in my ears and the gentle sound of his breathing.
I couldn’t move. I could barely breathe. I couldn’t believe an omega hadthismuch power over me. Never did I think of myself as a weak alpha—and I wasn’t one. I was strong, brave and confident. There were many times in my life I doubted I’d ever find a mate of similar caliber.
Now Morgan stared me dead in the eye, his finger below my neck, and controlled me in a way that no omega ever had. I was in the palm of his hand and completely ready to be at the mercy of his whims.
As I waited for him to finally speak, my heart thundered in my chest. Every beat rocked my ribcage.
“I want this,” Morgan murmured. “And I don’t know how much longer I can deny that.”
“Then don’t.”
“This is too good to be true.”
I bit my tongue. Even if I wanted to convince him it wasn’t, that this wasreal, I knew he needed to come to that conclusion for himself. But that didn’t make it any easier to watch him dance around his desire.
Just say yes, damnit!
I let go of Morgan and pulled away. It was intensely painful to ignore that flash of confusion in his eyes. But he needed to make the choice himself.
“If that’s what you think, I won’t stop you,” I said. “I’ll never try to change you, Morgan. The choice is yours.”
Ripping my gaze from his and walking away from him was the hardest thing I’d ever done. I turned around and walked in the opposite direction of the grove, into the deepening darkness of the evening. I didn’t feel the long grass that usually tickled my legs. I was numb as I thought only about Morgan.
The borderline painful feeling that accompanied walking away from him was because we were fated. I knew it. I was no stranger to putting my foot down but this was different. Leaving him alone to work out his feelings was fuckinghard. My body screamed for him. I just wanted him to return the call.
I wasn’t paying attention to anything in my surroundings. All I knew was starlight and the dark blue of night. My erection, unfortunately, hadn’t gone away since our kiss. That was a discomfort I had to live with for now.
My foot splashed in water and jolted me out of my thoughts. I’d reached a stream so I bent down to wash my face, hoping to cool off.
I sat there until I heard a familiar sound approaching—the noble gallop of hooves against the ground.
I was convinced it was my mind playing tricks on me until the very last second, when I felt Morgan’s hot breath on the back of my neck.
