Except itwashappening. Being enveloped by Remington’s heat scent was unbearable. It was the most aroused I’d ever felt in my life and I hadn’t done anything except lay down in a bed that smelled like him.
I bit my lip and forced my hands down. I refused to touch myself, despite the urge that was as powerful as a tidal wave. I couldn’t do it because if I started, I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop. A desperate whimper left my lips. What the hell was I supposed to do? Lay here and pretend like Remington’s scent wasn’t all around me? Just wait for this horny torture to end?
I had to get out of this bed. It was going to ruin me. I leapt up and ran to the door, then remembered my clothes. I was just about to quickly throw them on when the door opened.
Remington stood there as a man, his eyes dark with lust and breathing heavily. The overly large shirt draped off his shoulder, revealing his pale, milky skin. The heat scent rolled off him, mouth-watering and alluring.
I stared at him, very aware of my hard and unclothed cock.
“Am I undesirable to you?” Remington asked suddenly. He sounded almost angry.
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. It was absurd. “No.”
“Then why—” He bit his lip, then spoke with increased fervor. “Then why aren’t you fucking me right now?”
My jaw dropped. He actually said that, right? I wasn’t hallucinating?
The sexual energy in the room was like haze in the air. Remington was exactly as aroused as I was, and I didn’t have to see the bulge in his pants to know it. Ifeltit.
“I didn’t know you wanted me to,” I said bluntly. “I thoughtyouwere avoiding me.”
Remington let out a breathless laugh. “Maybe we should talk with our words.”
“Maybe,” I agreed.
Remington paused, his yellow eyes flitting to the floor. “Nero. Do you know anything about fated mates?”
“Is that like imprinting?” I asked.
Remington smirked, seeming to understand my reference. “Yes. A bit like that. Except it’s real. I’ve seen it for myself, multiple times. But it’s never happened to me before.”
I felt weightless, like the gravity was sucked out of the room. Was Remington implying what I thought he was? But there was no way, right?
“I don’t understand,” I said hoarsely.
My cock was painfully hard. Words were also hard, especially since all I wanted to do was worship Remington’s body.
Remington blew out a harsh breath. This seemed difficult for him to talk about, and not just because he was incredibly aroused. “I’m never sure about anything. I’m pessimistic and moody and not as nice as all the other omegas. It’s hard for me to get along with people, but it’s not like that with you. I feel like I’ve known you for a long time. It’s… easy to be with you.”
He sighed in exasperation and ran a hand through his fluffy black hair. “Sorry if I made things awkward. I’m trying this new thing where I say how I feel instead of bottling it up all the time.”
I cracked a smile. “No, it’s good. Keep going.”
He shyly met my gaze. “You’re not upset?”
“Why the hell would I be upset?” I said with a laugh. “I really like you, too. In fact, I’ve been trying not to think about how much I like you for hours. Why do you think I ran away to go fishing?”
A tiny smile brightened up Remington’s face, but he still seemed to be holding back. I didn’t want him to hold back anymore. It was like watching a flower hesitate to unfurl in the morning sun—I wanted to see him. All of him.
I forgot the awkwardness of my nudity and approached him slowly. He didn’t back away. That was encouraging. I raised my hands and found his. The brush of his warm skin against mine made me shudder. Even that slight touch was electric. Remington let out a long, shaky exhale. Hell, even the feeling of his breath on my skin made the hair raise on my arms.
My heart thudded so hard it shook my chest. Remington felt like thethingI’d been looking for when I set out on my own. There were still mysteries out there, but I couldn’t face them alone. I needed a partner. A mate.
I neededhim.
“Can I kiss you?” I said.
Remington’s gorgeous yellow eyes flashed. “Yes.”
