Did I just get off by dry humping in the bookstore?
My chest heaves and my head spins. I’m in a happy little bubble as my body comes back down to earth.
But it’s quickly shattered when I pull back to see that when I bit Aiden, I went too hard because there’s a set of teeth marks in his neck, red and angry. It’s not an indent. I full-on bit him. Marked him.
My heart sinks as my hands fly to my mouth. I let out a gasped sob as pure horror fills me. “I’m so sorry.” I start to cry, my body shaking again, but this time not in a good way. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” Tears spill down my cheeks, and I feel like I’m going to be sick.
“Hey.” Aiden cups my face. “Lexi. Breathe. It’s okay. You did nothing wrong. I’m not mad. You have nothing to be sorry about. Breathe for me, sweetheart.”
“I bit you,” my voice breaks. I feel disgusted with myself.
“I know. And it’s okay.”
“It’s not.” I stare at him with panic. “You didn’t give me consent. I took your choice away. I had no right. Even if I didn’t know what I was doing, I assaulted you.”
“No. You. Did. Not.” He doesn't growl the words, but there’s a hard edge to his voice. “You are my Omega, and you had every right to bite me. Some might not feel that way, and they have every right to. But I’m telling you, personally, I’m okay with it. More than okay with it. I’m fucking thrilled. Even if it wasn’t on purpose, I’ll wear this mark proudly.”
“Aiden,” I whimper.
He shakes his head. “No crying, beautiful. It was an accident. There was no malicious intent behind it. And if you beat yourself up over this, that will hurt me. That will make me upset. Because I don’t want you to think what you did was a bad thing, that you did anything wrong. It was an accident. Now, breathe with me. In.” I take a shuddering breath in. “And out. That's it, sweetheart, you’re doing good. Again. In and out.”
I manage to stop crying, but I still feel like a piece of shit. I know if it were the other way around, I’d be a mess. It might even have broken me, scent match or not.
But then I remember that this reaction is my trauma, not his. Just because this is how I’d feel doesn’t mean he does. By making it a big deal, and telling him how he feels isn’t right, that this is bad, I’m invalidating his feelings, and that's not right.
I need to believe him when he says that he’s not mad. That I’m not evil for what I just did.
But fuck, it’s going to be hard.
“Hey.” He smiles, and man, is it a bright one. “How about we get my girl some food, huh? I remember you saying something about chicken wings. That sounds amazing right about now. How about we go get some, huh?”
He’s gently stroking my cheeks with his thumbs, not an ounce of anger or regret behind his eyes.
Fuck. Trauma is a bitch.
“Okay.” I nod, sniffling.
“Yeah?” He gets to his feet, keeping me wrapped around him like a koala. “Then let’s get you to the truck.”
I hold onto him, calmer than I was a moment before. As we’re about to leave, I look over at Denny, and he just smiles. I’m sure he knows what just happened, at least the orgasm part, seeing how this whole place smells like peaches and cream mixed with apple cider now, but he just winks and mouths. “Have fun.”
Smiling, I bury my face into Aiden’s neck, lips brushing over his new bite mark without meaning to.
He groans in pleasure. “I think we might need to stop by your place to get changed first.”
“No.” I shake my head, not wanting to let go.
“How about the inn then? It’s closer to the restaurant.”
“Okay.”
When we get to the truck, Aiden doesn’t put me in the passenger side, but opens the driver’s side and climbs in.
“What are you doing?” I take a peek at his face.
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but I can sense you need this closeness right now?” I nod my head. “Then there’s no way I’m forcing my Omega to be apart from me. I can drive with you in my lap.”
“What if you get pulled over?”
