She forces a laugh. “Miles, it’s probably the fact you’ve been around a bunch of omegas. Most alphas have all those urges, even without being a scent match.”
“Don’t do that,” I demand, half-growl and half-plea. I slide out of the chair and kneel in front of her, capturing her hands and holding them. “Don’t discount my feelings.”
“Your feelings?” she scoffs. “Is there an attraction between us? Absolutely. I can feel it in my bones. But scent matches don’t exist. The most you can hope for is someone you can love and who can love you in return.”
My eyelashes brush my cheek as I inhale a steadying breath before I do something we'll both regret. Her denial is making the urges stronger. Opening my eyes, I focus on her. “Then, I love you.”
She pops to her feet, knocking me to the side in the process. “No, Miles. Don’t say things like that.” I can see the panic in her face, and I know she’s going to run. My whole body tenses, attempting to resist giving chase as she turns on her heel.
I fail, and the second her hand lands on the doorknob, I’m behind her, boxing her against the hard wooden door. I step into her, pinning her in place as my nose grazes along the sideof her neck, searching for any slight hint of her perfume. There is none, the drugs obviously doing their job.
She twists her whole body to face me. I don’t give her the space she needs, and she brushes against me as she does. Igniting a whole new fire in my blood.
“Miles—” she whispers, her eyes locked on my shoulder. “Step back.”
“I told you not to run,” I murmur. Logic’s gone, and in its place is this need to convince her of everything I’ve said.
Her chest brushes against mine as she pulls in a breath, and her eyes lift to mine. Her crystal blue eyes look dark in the low light of the library. She shakes her head, her blonde hair like a crown atop her head against the backdrop of the dark wooden door.
“You don’t love me, Miles, and to say those words with a houseful of omegas is cruel.”
Her words make me want to shake her. They make me want to prove it to her. They drive me off the edge and straight into pure instinct. Her lips are soft beneath mine as I claim them, ruthlessly. She releases a soft whimper that pushes me further. My fingers wrap around her delicate throat, and I angle her face up to mine. She bites my lip, and I nip back at her. The alpha in me drives my reaction. Primal. Raw. Lust.
She tries again, and I tighten my hold on her neck, just barely cutting off her breath before loosening my touch. She whimpers and submits. It’s what I need.
The second she relents and tangles her fingers into my hair, kissing me back as desperately as I’m kissing her, something eases inside of me. My fingers run down her sides, finding her hips, then her ass to drag her against me. It isn’t enough.
Breathing hard, I break our kiss, nipping along her jaw, and down her throat. I suck the flesh at her scent glands as ifmy mouth can encourage the perfume I crave to fill the space.
“Oh, shit, Miles,” she gasps. Her fingers dragging through my hair in an attempt to either draw me closer or push me away.
I graze my teeth along the spot, and she shivers against me, arching her neck instinctively. It’s tempting, the silent offer of her throat, and if her pheromones were clouding my thoughts, I would probably take it in a second. Groaning, I kiss a path back to her mouth, capturing her sweet lips with mine.
“Lilah, I need you so fucking bad. In every way,” I growl. Attempting to pull her even closer, my fingers tighten on her ass, and she willingly lets me. Her legs wrapping around my waist, her warmth seeping into me, and making me harder.
She moves in the sweetest way, finding friction between us, and mewling out soft sounds of pleasure. I capture each one, greedily claiming her mouth. I’m lightheaded and slightly dizzy from our kiss and use the door behind her to hold her up, picking up the rhythm she found.
If there were no clothes between us, I would be knot deep already. Locking her to me for as long as possible. Breaking off the kiss, I find her lust-filled eyes before committing her kiss swollen lips to my permanent memory bank.
Pressing my hips into hers, so she knows exactly what I mean, I say, “I need to touch you.”
She swipes her pink tongue over her lower lip and nods. Wasting no time, I find the band to her sweats—thank whatever God there is for that invention—and slid my hand beneath it. I watch her as my fingers slip along her panties, and the warmth of her sex and the moisture of her slick has my cock jumping inside my jeans.
The tips of my fingers run over her curls, dipping beneath the fabric. She sucks in a breath, and I hold mine too, as I parther folds and swirl my middle finger into the wetness already gathered there. Over the swollen nub of her clit, I add pressure to the sensitive flesh, and her eyelids drop shut, her long lashes brushing her pink cheeks as she lets out her breath on a moan.
“That’s it, my sweet omega,” I breathe, completely entranced by watching her facial expressions as I touch her. “Show me how much you like my touch.”
CHAPTER 25
Lilah
“That’s it, my sweet omega,”Miles whispers, his fingers working some sort of magic between my legs. “Show me how much you like my touch.”
Another shameless moan flows between my lips, and I press into his hand as much as possible, my calf muscles using his ass as purchase. This should be illegal. Hell, it’s against the rules. At least until the single dates, when anything can happen behind closed doors. Yet, I can’t push him away. Because I want every bit of what he’s giving me.
And more, my heart whispers. But I push the thought away.No. There’s no forever here. Just the here and now. I won’t let myself be carried away by a fantasy of something that could never be. Maybe if true love and scent matches were real…but they aren’t, so this is all there is.
His lips trail along my throat. Each kiss sends shockwaves through my body, straight to where he’s pushing me toward an orgasm with only his fingers.
