Is he going to kiss me?
“I propose a change in our relationship,” Syrus says, his voice rumbling through my body as I shiver. I can feel myself reacting to him, and his nostrils flare as I begin to slick.
I don’t bother with scent blockers anymore. I live in a town where everyone pays attention to each other, it’s very safe, and people understand that ‘no’ is a complete sentence.
I usually ignore the way my scent affects people, but I’m enjoying Syrus’ reaction.
“Is that all for me, Spitfire?” He groans, his nose dragging along my throat as I whimper. I can feel his beard as it slidesagainst my skin. It’s a lot softer than I expect it to be. “You smell like every dirty dream I’ve ever had come true.”
“Have a lot of those about me?” I rasp, my head dropping back as he drops kisses along my skin. My fingers tangle in his t-shirt, my knuckles pressing over his muscles as my breathing begins to get choppy.
Sex and I are not very well acquainted. If I need to scratch an itch, I have a sex toy cabinet in my bedroom. I take care of my heats alone in my nest, and thank the fates that I’m not being used as someone’s sex toy. It’s not perfect, but this is what freedom and safety looks like for me.
“Since the day I met you,” he mutters, continuing to kiss down the exposed skin of my chest. “If you don’t feel the same way, or if I’ve been misreading this?—”
“I’d knee you in the balls and move on with my life,” I finish for Syrus. “Trust me, I’m enjoying your bid to change our relationship.”
“God, you’re amazing and infuriating at the same time,” Syrus mutters.
“Hey, Silva. You good?” Felix yells as he throws out the trash before he leaves.
Chapter Two
Silva
Syrus chuckles under his breath as he steps back, saying, “I should know that your people watch out for you, Spitfire. I still worry, though.”
My nose wrinkles at him as I allow my hands to fall away.
“I’m good!” I call out, turning to face my employee.
Felix tosses out the trash and comes closer until he sees that it’s the sheriff beside me.
“Oh,” he says, relaxing. “It’s you. Are you escorting her home like usual?”
Word spreads quickly, and I’m not really surprised. For the last three weeks, Syrus has followed me home, and then watched me walk inside. He’s unapologetic about it, and it gives me warm feelings inside. If I’m honest with myself, I feel more than just that about him.
“I’m going to escort her to The Cheese Knees first. Apparently, someone forgot to eat today,” Syrus grumbles. He stands slightly in front of me as I straighten, making sure Felix doesn’t get any closer.
My scent is pretty heavy in the air, and it looks like Syrus is feeling protective. Just because he’s not an alpha, doesn’t mean those instincts don’t ride him as well. It’s why he moved here from a big city up north. He was feeling burnt out and wanted a slower way of life while not having to leave the force.
The most excitement we get might be a bar fight, but I typically break those up since they’re on my turf.
Felix hides a smile, an omega who can recognize a beta’s need to take care of someone.
“Good luck,” he says with a chuckle. “Night, boss!”
“Night! Thanks for checking on me,” I call back as Felix walks away. “Really, Syrus?—”
Spinning quickly, he interrupts me by claiming my lips with his. It’s possessive as fuck, and his hand fists my ass as he lifts me up to accommodate his six foot three frame. The tie is pulled from my hair, and his free hand sinks into it as it tumbles down my back.
“I will always check on you. Don’t ask me to stop,” he tells me while groaning, his lips soft and firm as he presses them against mine again.
Syrus is a force of nature, and I find myself opening my mouth as he swipes his tongue along mine. As far as first kisses that I can claim go, this is a really fucking good one. Brad kissed me once when I was sixteen, only to bite my bottom lip so hard it bled.
I refuse to claim anything that the Fielding brothers and their friends did as my firsts. Syrus is steadfast, loyal, and a really good person. There’s no other way our dance of words over the last nine years could have gone but this kiss.
“Syrus,” I whimper as he drops another kiss against the corner of my mouth.
