She gapes up at me. “You are not talking about used underwear, are you?”
“Maybe.” I shrug.
“Oh my god. You’re so gross.”
“Really?” I chuckle low and deep. “Is that why I can smell your sugary sweet cupcake scent coming off you in waves?”
She glares up at me, but it really is the cutest thing ever. “And stop calling them my boy toys. They’re not toys, they’re my Alphas. Just like you,” she says, ignoring my question.
“Fine,” I huff, rolling my eyes.
“You can act as if you hate them all you want, but don’t think I haven’t seen you texting them the past few days.”
“Oh no. You caught me.” Grabbing my phone, I bring up the camera app and take a photo of the two of us. Then I bring up the group chat I have with the two of them and send the photo with a note that saysWish you were here. Just kidding. She’s all mine today, suckers, then slip my phone into my pocket. “You’re right. We’re just the best of friends now. Can’t help it, I guess.” I shrug.
“Mhhmm.” She narrows her eyes, not buying my bullshit, but I give her the best innocent eyes I can muster.
“Now, let me feed my Omega. If I can’t give you sustenance, what good am I as your Alpha?”
“I mean, you do have a nice cock. That gives you a few brownie points.” Cheeky little thing, she is.
“Keep talking about my cock and how nice it is, I’ll take it out right now and show you just how bad it can be,” I growl low, leaning down to run my lips along her jaw.
She lets out a soft whimper, and I hear her breathing pick up.
“Let’s not have a repeat of the other day,” she says in a breathy tone.
Grabbing her thighs, I lift her into my arms, thanking the gods that my dad went to Vegas for the week and Alfred has the holiday off. “I think I’d very much like a repeat.”
“Are you okay?” I ask, rubbing Addie’s thigh. I’m watching my Omega, and I think she’s on the cusp of an anxiety attack.
“Yes. No. I don’t know. I’m fine with flying. I do it all the time now. But today I just feel more nervous than normal.”
“You know.” I grin. “I know exactly what helps with settling nerves.”
“What?” she asks, her big blue eyes always taking my breath away.
Leaning in to whisper so only she can hear, “Orgasms,” I murmur low and huskily, nipping at her earlobe as my hand inches up between her legs. “We have this cabin all to ourselves. Just lie back and let me take care of you.”
While I didn’t get us first class seats for this reason, I feel like it’s fate intervening, right?
“What?” She hisses. “You are not fingering me here. What if someone walks by?”
“Then we will need to be very quiet.” I bite my lip, trying not to smile.
“Damien, I smell like a fucking bakery when I’m turned on. People will know.” She glares at me, but I love it when she’sangry. Sometimes it reminds me of an angry kitten. I really do love it when her claws come out. Preferably when I’m knot deep in her.
I’ve only been inside her once, and I’m dying to have her wet heat wrapped around me again.
“Okay, fine. Not here. I have another plan,” I tell her. “Follow my lead.”
Standing, I step into the aisle and hold my hand out for her.
“What are you doing?” She whispers.
“I said trust me, okay?" I grin.
“I swear to god, Damien,” she mutters, but takes my hand anyway.
