We’re so close to being at the stage where I want to introduce Ayden to my parents as my Alpha. He is reluctant, but I’m persistent. While we argue, there’s no way I’m not taking advantage of the estate being in lockdown.
“Hey. Were you waiting long?” I ask, holding my hand out for him to take.
Ayden climbs to his feet, and I’m blown away by how he towers over me. It feels momentous but it also feels so sweet and romantic that he scaled the wall of our estate before climbing up to my balcony.
“You look pretty,” he says, as he brushes his fingers over my hand.
Irrespective of where we are, every time we touch it’s like a volley of sparkling kisses tickle over my skin. It’s taking some getting used to. But tonight is all about finding our way past the sparkles. Way past that point.
Ayden’s quiet, almost guarded as I tug him into my bedroom. The second he’s inside, I lock us away from the world.
Spinning around, I bump into him. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t realise you were behind me,” I say breathily.
He doesn’t answer, he also doesn’t remove his hands from my hips. And he can’t hide the immediate change to his scent, his earthy, musky scent deepens. God, it smells good. I look shocked at him because usually he’s not so ‘encouraging’.
But Ayden’s eyes haven’t moved off my body.
I follow his gaze and thank my insight for my recent purchase of a virginal white lingerie set from Twiggy’s, my favourite store. The bodice is not appropriate for sneaking Alphas into my room, but I want Ayden to want me, and nothing else matters.
His Adam’s apple bobs with each swallow, while his scent thickens even more.
Letting the pale pink kimono dressing gown glide off my shoulders, I do the sexiest strut I can past him and towards my nest. His eyes are fixated on me. I know without looking because I can feel them burning a path up and down my bare legs. Before he can say a word, I bend forward to touch my fingers over my feet, locking my knees so he can get the full effect of the matching G-string.
“What are you doing?” he hisses after clearing his throat a couple of times. Ayden has a deep rumbly voice on the best of days, tonight though, it’s even deeper, with a vibrating, growly edge to it that adds to the desire nipping over my skin and the steady thrum of my desperate core.
“Seducing you. How am I doing?” I ask, rolling my hips from side to side.
“Heidi, we can’t do this. I was coming to watch movies with you.”
“No. There was never any mention of us watching movies. We most certainly talked about eating, but I was thinking we should have takeout…”
“What the fuck, Heidi!” he barks out, and I watch over my shoulder as he scrubs his hand over his face. But his eyes are wild with need, his scent thick with it too, and he can’t hide either of those from me no matter how hard he tries.
When he cracks his neck from side to side, my nipples tighten. It’s so hot watching him struggle with his control.
“Yeah, Ayden, I want us to do that too.” I laugh quietly, dropping to my knees at the start of my nest before climbing onto the mattress and rolling over to my back. The black satin sheets smell new, and I bought them knowing how they’d feel against my skin. Between the slippery sheets and Ayden’s hard, hot body, I’ll be in Omega heaven.
Stretching out, I take my attempt at seduction up a notch, trying to draw him nearer.
Shivering at the rub of the satin against my oversensitive skin, I moan as he takes a step closer. But it’s only a step, and he looks like he’s fighting himself.
“I thought you wanted me,” I pout, dropping my eyes submissively as I let my legs part. Every inch of me is aching in need.
“I do want you. Not in your nest. On the bed,” he answers, his jaw locking up tight so it almost sounds like a strained hiss.
I smile before lifting my eyes to him and watching him as I trail a finger down my chest through the valley between my breasts. “And tonight, or this weekend, is the first and maybe the last time for god knows how long that we get to spend alone.”
His scent spikes, his body telling me again that he’s feeling the same as I do.
“Alone?” he stammers while his eyes get blacker.
“Yeah. I lied to everyone, Ayden, because I want you and me to take the next step, and the one after that too. Did I read us wrong?”
“What are you saying? Spell it out for me, please,” he growls, barely audible. His sparking irritation is clear as day, but so is the way his eyes are following my finger with a hunger I only ever dreamed of. I hold two fingers over the front of the tiny G-string I’m wearing.
I trail my finger right over the slicked-up mess I’ve made of my panties. Looking down, the wet spot is obvious against the white silk. “I want you. I want you to make love to me before you show me how to take a knot. After, I want you to teach me how to swallow properly.”
“Have you ever been with anyone like this?” he barks impatiently.
