And I cry harder. Because, why not?
“Hug me,” I hiccup. “Please?”
“Are you sure?”
I squeeze my eyes shut, nodding frantically, an overwhelming need for my Alpha’s touch taking hold of me.
Two arms wrap around me and I’m pulled into the embrace of my Alpha. Almost immediately, I feel better. His touch fills me with a sense of safety. My face is pressed to his chest, and Iinhale his scent deeply. Apple cider clouds my head, and I relax into his touch.Fuck. Why do I love this so much?
Whimpering, I snuggle in closer, his arms holding me tighter. He buries his face in the top of my head, and I smile as I feel his breath as he inhales my scent too.
And then he does something I’ve never heard before, but read about in all the romance books.
A deep, low rumble starts, making his whole chest vibrate. He’s purring. For me. It’s something Alphas normally only do to make an Omega feel better.
Knowing that he cares about the fact that I’m upset and wants to make me feel better has me wanting to cry again.
I nearly fall asleep in his arms before he speaks. “Lexi?” his voice is soft.
“Mhhmm.”
He chuckles, making his whole body shake. “Sweetheart, are you sleeping?”
“Maybe,” I mumble, then rub my cheek against his chest.
“Do you want to go sit down? Or would you like to keep shopping?”
“Sit.”
“Do you want to walk, or would you like me to carry you?”
Maybe it’s being spoiled by Emmett and his constant need to carry me places, but I know my decision when I move my arms to wrap around the back of his neck.
He grabs the back of my legs, hoisting me into his arms, careful to stay away from my butt.
Why does his being a gentleman make me pout? And why do I want him to touch my butt?
He carries me over to one of the couches, and I sit there in his lap, arms still around him, face buried in his neck.
I’m aware of the fact that his hands are now on my hips, holding me up.
“Am I heavy?” I murmur against this throat.
“What? No, of course not.”
“Then why aren’t you letting me put all my weight down?” I smile, knowing why, but wanting to see what he says. He’s aroused, that much I can smell on him.
He clears his throat. “You smell like heaven, sweetheart. Your scent is like an aphrodisiac. And I don’t want you to think I’m some creepy perv.”
“Are you hard, Alpha?” I can’t hide my amusement, chuckling softly.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” I surprise myself and kiss his throat, making a deep rumble start in his chest. “Knowing you’re being such a gentleman about it makes you the opposite of a perv, Aiden. Let go of my hips, please.”
He does as I ask without hesitation, and I lower myself down. When the thick outline of his cock presses against my jean-covered core, I can’t help but whimper.
Need spikes through me. My nipples harden into stiff peaks, pressing against my bra. My perfume pours from me as I struggle to keep myself still.
