“Yes. I want it, Alpha,” she whispers. “Make me yours.”
I think she was mine from the moment I saw her laid on the ground at The Hug Project. I was meant to find her and Bellamy.
Biting down hard on her raised thigh near its apex, I help her reclaim her body a little more from her past. Winter covers her mouth to strangle the sound of her scream as she explodes around my fingers, a sound that mimics my own as I come so hard I see stars.
Pressing my forehead against her leg, I smile as her fingers move through my hair gently. I can feel our bond as I become more aware of her presence, and the thin string connecting us that’ll get stronger with time.
“I didn’t think it would feel like this,” she whispers, her voice shaky.
“Like what?” I ask, helping her place her foot on the ground and fixing both our clothes before standing.
“Like coming home,” she says softly, hugging me.
My heart flip flops as I hug her back, knowing I still need to clean up the blood from my bite. I can taste droplets of it on my tongue as I swallow hard, savoring its metallic flavor because of what it means.
“I’ll always be your home,” I promise. “You and Bellamy are mine to protect and adore. I knew that from the second I saw you both.”
Tears hit my skin as she cries, coming down from both the high of her orgasm and the connection of my bite. I can feel her happiness through the bond, mixed with awe, and that makes my eyes misty in return.
“Let me check the bite on your thigh, and then you can talk with the girls about what time to get here,” I say, blinking rapidly.
I’m happy dammit. I don’t want to leave with my eyes all red and bloodshot. Winter looks like a fairy with wide, beautiful eyesthat are glassy as I step back. Outside of that, she could blame it on allergies.
“I’m so proud of you,” I say, digging in my bag for an alcohol wipe. I tend to keep a few in my bag for emergencies. “Costume making for the win, huh?”
Winter laughs as she nods, and I quickly hike up her skirt so I can quickly clean the bite. Thankfully, it’s not bleeding too badly, and my teeth are perfectly marked into her skin.
Why do I feel so proud of that? The need to possess to keep everyone away from my omega is definitely something not to be fucked with. I’m so glad she consented and asked for this.
Straightening, I smile at her as I throw away the alcohol wipe.
“I won’t take long to get dressed,” I promise her as she nods.
We both laugh as we dash away any remaining tears, and she leaves as I get dressed quickly. There’s a message waiting for me on my phone as I check it, and I find that it’s Abbott.
Abbott
What trouble are my favorite girls up to?
Me
Winter is the new alterations specialist at Spanish Moss and Silk, I ate her out in the dressing room, and I bit her. Oh, and I bought the dress Cordelia was holding for me.
There’s silence as I giggle, knowing that’s going to take a second for him to digest. Have big news? Always use the sandwich method for delivering it.
Works like a charm.
Tossing my phone in my bag, I walk out of the dressing room to find Winter.
“All set,” I say, watching as Cordelia looks up. “Charge it to my account, please?”
“Of course,” she says with a nod. “As always, it’s a pleasure to see you.”
Saying goodbye, I step outside, waiting for Winter. She follows a minute later, and I raise my brow.
“They want me back at nine in the morning,” she says, glowing with excitement.
“Perfect,” I say, walking next to her. “Do you want them to know who you actually are?”
