My perfume swirls in the air between us, making it perfectly clear exactly how much I want him. Riven breathes deeply, a contented smile spreading over his face as hunger blazes in his eyes.
“We don’t have to do this, if you’re not ready.” I cup his sharp jaw.
Thankfully, I still have some self-control. My heats often come hard and fast, but I’m still in the early stages where I still have enough awareness to be able to reign myself in before I do something that I’ll regret. In a few hours, when my heat fully takes hold, I’ll be begging to be fucked and for as many knots as possible. That isn’t how I want this first experience to be for Riven.
Trying to distract myself from my twisting cramps, I examine Riven’s handsome face—the sharpness of his nose, his chiseled cheekbones, his perfectly symmetrical proportions.
“I’m your alpha.” Riven speaks with confidence, displaying a newfound determination.
Hearing him call himself that makes me purr.
“Was that a…?” His eyes widen. “Purr?”
“I couldn’t help it.” I run my nose down the column of his throat, my panties getting wetter in response to his decadent smell. “When you called yourself my alpha, I?—”
“I liked it.” He strokes my cheek, making me tremble. “I’ve never heard an omega purr before. I think I could get used to it.”
A purr escapes my mouth again, my inner omega wanting to please him. His cock twitches in response.
“Are you sure you’re comfortable with this?” I pray he says yes, because my skin is prickling, and I’m desperate to be touched.
“I want to do this with you.”
He lifts me up then spins, gently laying me back against his pillows. His long hair tickles my cheeks as his muscular arms prop himself up over me. Wow, how is it possible for someone to be so freaking hot?
A rush of slick soaks through my last clean pair of panties, the fabric clinging to my folds. I should have known to bring more panties when going away with a pack of hot alphas.
Riven kisses me again. This time, his lips are less cautious, probing with intense curiosity. I part my legs and grab his hair to draw him closer.
“What if I’m not good at this?” he whispers as we come up for air.
“Shh.” I press my mouth to his, silencing his insecurities and jutting my hips up to meet his rock-hard cock. “You’ll be good at this.”
After a few more earth-shattering kisses, he sits up, eyes scanning my body.
“Can I…?” He reaches for my blouse. “Take this off?”
I nod. This is so different from my experiences with the others. Every one of Riven’s touches feels calculated, like I’m a math equation that he’s trying to figure out.
I undo the buttons myself, letting my shirt fall open. His jaw drops when he sees my breasts nestled in my white lacy bra.
“Wow.” His Adam’s apple bobs. “You’re perfect.” He looks at me like I’m the only woman in the world.
I tug at the corners of his shirt in encouragement. “Your turn.”
I’m practically drooling when he pulls it off to reveal his muscled, toned torso. My mouth goes dry at the sight of his six pack. “Do you work out?”
“Me and Calder hit the gym together a few times a week. It’s a good way to relieve stress.”
I slide my palm over his delicious abs then freeze and let out a whine as my stomach constricts.
“You’re hurting.” His eyes soften in concern. “Tell me what to do. I want to help.”
“Touch me,” I beg. “Please.”
I sit up to pull off my shirt completely, tussling with the fabric before tossing it aside. His palms skim over my shoulders then down the front of my chest to rest over my beating heart. Usually, in a heat, it’s a race to get clothes off, ride a cock, and get a knot until my pain subsides, but the intimacy of this moment steals my breath.
I put my hands over his, stroking his pronounced veins while inhaling his fresh mint and eucalyptus scent.
