I smile, warmth blooming in my heart. “How about this? If you win, I’ll show you my tail. If I win, you’ll show me your… tentacles.”
His laugh is lower this time, huskier, as he holds out his hand. “Deal.”
I don’t shake it. Instead, I tug, catching him off balance. He lands on top of me with a surprised oof, his grin spreading slow and bright, like he knows exactly where this is headed.
“When we win,” I say quietly, suddenly serious, “Do you want to open the shop together?”
The surprise on his face makes my stomach twist with guilt that I haven’t made my feelings for him clear. “You want that? With me? For real?”
I wrap my legs around his hips, the fabric of my robe slipping open enough to feel the cool air against my warm skin. My fingers toy with the edges of his robe, easing it open andexploring the familiar lines of his chest. “Yes. I do. I’m not interested in divorce anymore. You’re my husband. This marriage isn’t a mistake.” I trace my hand up his chest and shoulders. “I want to stay in Vegas… but I know how close you are with your parents. I’d understand if you wanted something different.”
The small furrow between his brows sends a spike of panic through me. My heart stutters. What if I was wrong? What if our dreams don’t line up the way I want them to?
He must see it on my face because his expression softens. He leans down and presses a kiss to my forehead. “I can’t think of anything I would want more than opening a shop together.”
Relief floods hard and fast. I smile up at him, joy swelling until it feels too big to hold in. For once, I don’t let my anxiety about my past and future ruin the moment. I let myself have this moment.
We stay like that for a while; our bodies close and breathing in sync. The world narrowed down to the space between us. Slowly, like a rising tide, the energy shifts. His breathing deepens as his pheromones rise. My body reacts naturally, my hole leaking slick and my dick hardening in anticipation.
I pull him down, capturing his mouth in a kiss that’s all pent-up feeling and promise for our future. His answering growl is all alpha claiming his omega. He thrusts his hips against mine in a frantic search for the friction we’re both craving. Our cocks align perfectly as we race to the finish line. I’m close. So fucking close, but he pulls away, sitting up and shucking off his robe. I whine needily, my hips thrusting uselessly in the air in search of my alpha warmth.
Next thing I know, he’s back on top of me, our leaking cocks slotted together as our tongues tangle in a sensual dance. Hetastes like chocolate and cinnamon, and I’m quickly becoming addicted.
I turn my head, gasping in a lungful of air as he moves down to my neck, sucking a dark spot into the skin over my scent gland.
“I need you inside of me,” I moan wantonly.
He pauses, looking up at me from beneath long blond lashes. “Are you sure?” he asks. His scent flares, stronger than I’ve ever smelled before. My hole drips, demanding attention from the only being who can assuage this arousal.
“Can’t you feel how much I want you?” I ask him, purring as he licks over my Adam’s apple.
Our mixed pheromones permeate the air, creating a heavy weight that pushes me to mate even more than I already want, my slick dampening the bed underneath me. He moans, dropping his head to my shoulder and shuddering in desire. His hand slides down my abs, past my aching dick, to between my legs. He rubs his finger around my puckered entrance, teasing the sensitive muscle with a faint pressure that drives me crazy.
“Gods, Fylgja. You’re fucking soaked,” he growls, pushing his finger inside of me. I instinctively push back against him, gasping and searching for more.
“I need,” I whimper pathetically, “I need… something. Please, alpha.”
I’m nearly incoherent with pleasure, and we’ve only just begun. He gives me a small taste of what I’m begging for, thrusting his thick finger deep inside of my leaking hole. Wearen’tkissinganymore.He’shoveringoverme, breathing my air. Watching my reactions. Becoming my whole world.
“Is this what you need? Do you like having my fingers insideof you?” he asks as he adds a second finger. I nod, shake my head, then nod again. “Let’s see. What could my good boy want? Maybe this?” His fingers peg that spot deep inside, and I swear I orgasm instantly, my channel milking his fingers as wave after wave of pleasure rolls through me.
“Oh gods. Aksel. Aksel. Aksel.” I chant his name like a prayer. He’s the only thing keeping me here right now. Without him, I feel like I’ll float away.
My second orgasm comes out of nowhere, drenching his hand with more slick as my body readies itself further for my alpha. I let out a high keening whine as he removes his fingers, hating the emptiness inside of me.
He shushes me gently, adding a third finger when he thrusts back into me. “I need to make sure you’re ready for me. My little omega. Being so good for me. Look at you, taking three of my fingers in your pretty hole. So perfect for me.”
Hispraisecontinues,andIsoakupthepositive attention. Who knew I was so starved for compliments? I’m
officially a praise whore. I fucking love it. Can’t get enough of it. Of him.
“I’m ready, alpha,” I sob, “Please, alpha.”
His grin is wicked as his fingers pull out, and he notches his thick member at the entrance of my gaping hole. “Relax, Fylgja. I’m not going anywhere.”
My hands move to his ass, trying to pull him inside of my needy body, but he doesn’t budge, intent on dragging out this first time. Each move he makes is slow and deliberate. It drives me crazy.
“Gods, just fuck me already. I can’t wait anymore,” I cry, digging my blunt nails into his muscled ass. My body is shaking, and tears fill my eyes. This is pure torture. The feeling of my alpha’s cock positioned so close to where I needit while he purposely holds back.
