“Jesus, I did it?” I croak, as I try to breathe past the implication of what he said. That I bit him? Again, impossible.
He interrupts the rambling happening in my thoughts, “You thought I’d ask to taste the slick coating your fingers if I was packed to someone else?”
“I didn’t know.” I’m still rendered nearly speechless by him suggesting I did it.
“You do now.”
I have to ask him again because it doesn’t make sense. “I bit you?”
“And claimed me.”
I throw my hands up. “I know nothing about you.”
“That should probably be me saying that I mean you’re that one that solidified our connection into something past a quick hook-up during an emergency.”
I screech in panic. “I think we’re facing our own emergency, mister.”
He rolls his eyes and sits up. He’s a lot taller than me; now that he’s sitting up, I have to crane my neck back to look up at him. A sense of safety wraps around me—it’s his Alpha presence and there’s no denying how comforting I find it, as much as I find his lemony scent soothing too.
“Hi, I’m Tyson, your new pack mate.” He holds his hand out for me to shake.
And my mouth falls open. “A handshake? No! No! No! No! We are hitting rewind. I can’t claim you pack!”
“Technically you can. And past that, we’re both looking at irrefutable evidence that you did.”
“But how?”
“How do I smell to you?”
“Oh, don’t you tell me we’re scent matches too!” I sass out, eyeing him. I’m clinging on to denial with every bone in my body.
“Okay.” He replies with a small confident shrug of his shoulders and smirk of his lips.
“Okay?” I ask slowly, my eyebrows pitching up as high as my voice.
Tyson shrugs again. “I think you should consider we’re scent compatible as fact too though. You wouldn’t have felt safe enough to let me help you in your spike if I wasn’t.”
“But?”
“No buts. When an Alpha”—he points at him before he points at me—“and an Omega share a compatibility and that connection is heightened because they smell right to each other and they’re both orgasming, a bite can be made by the weaker designation. That’s a general statement based on fact, not a comment on your personal strength so don’t you bust my ass.”
I scoff and roll my eyes.
“You’re fucking gorgeous when you do that you know. Actually, you’re fucking stunning period. I kind of feel like we’ve met though?”
“You don’t know who I am?” I ask, shocked. And my shock is not purely driven by my ego but at the same time my face is kind of everywhere.
He laughs softly as he shakes his head clearly in the dark about who I am and also what I’m referring to. “Besides being my scent match and new mate?”
“You’re taking this too lightly.”
He sits up taller in a blast of sudden movement, his whole face changes and the light drains from his eyes making them hard and dangerous. “Present for your Alpha,” he barks out, infusing four words with so much dominance and Alpha presence that I respond instinctively, losing all resistance.
Within a heartbeat I’m on all fours, my butt extended, waiting for him.
“Relax, Omega,” he coos softly. His hand on my lower back is as gentle as the voice he uses. He keeps it there until I relax and then he steers me back to facing him the way I was before he Alpha-wrangled me into submission. “I was proving a point you didn’t really need proving.”
“For the sake of clarification, what was that?” I ask, still thrown by how he can have such opposing sides to his personality.
