“It’s ridiculous. I swear, it’s just all the hormones.”
I slowly reach out, and when Iris doesn’t stop me I gently place my hand on her shoulder, the contact immediately calming my Alpha. Her muscles relax too and her sour scent begins to sweeten again.
“Nothing you will say to me will be ridiculous. I would love to know so I can make it better.”
“Promise you won’t laugh?”
“I would never,” I say honestly.
She nibbles her lower lip before she finally responds. “I think since you were gone from the nest when I woke up, then you were in the shower and you didn’t invite me in, it felt like you didn’t want me. Then I came in here and my Omega decided that maybe you were trying to wash our scent away and I lost it.”
Fuck. I really screwed up, but I’m going to do what I said and make it better.
“Omega.” The tone of my voice is firm. “Don’t for a second think I don’t want you. That I don’t want your scent covering every inch of me.”
“Then why?” she asks before she can stop herself.
“Because.” I wipe away the remaining tears from her cheeks. “I showered so I could get myself together.”
“You seem together to me. You haven’t even knotted me.”
Her honesty, the mention of knotting—my cock goes painfully hard, and my desire to take her is stronger, if that’s even possible.
“My pack needed you.”
“And you don’t?”
Our eyes remain connected, and it’s taking everything in me not to pin her to the ground and fuck her in front of the goddamn toilet to show her how wrong that statement is. But she deserves better than that.
I cup her cheek. “I need you more than I need air, Iris Walker.”
“Then show me. Show my Omega.”
I don’t hesitate in my next movements. I stand and pull her up with me, yanking her so her naked body is flush with mine, only the towel separating my hard cock from her warm heat. She lets out a yelp and perfume explodes around us like an invisible bomb, removing all traces of the sourness that was there before.
A groan builds in my throat and I lean down, pulling her up by the biceps at the same time so she can meet my lips. She opens for me readily, my tongue dominating hers in a rough kiss.
Our first kiss was heated and quick; this one is slow and passionate, yet no less dominant. I control the movement, the timing, and I don’t let her up for air. Stealing every taste and breath she’ll give me as I enjoy the different notes of her. Sweet, earthy, and all mine.
Iris whimpers against my lips, grinding her hips over the bulge under my towel. Needing her closer, I glide my hands down her soft skin that’s heating under my touch and grip her ass. I hoist her up and she throws her arms around my neck, wrapping her legs around my waist and holding me tight.
We both moan at the closer contact, and slick drenches my towel, seeping through to my throbbing cock. I back up and into the larger part of the bathroom, our tongues continuing to dance together as Iris grinds on me, her heavy tits flatting against my chest that rumbles with a loud purr I can’t control.
Fuck, she tastes good. Feels good. But not only is her body getting hotter, her scent is so strong now I know her heat is building up again and she needs more.
“Iris,” I pull away. She tries to take my lips back in hers but I don’t let her. “Omega, wait.”
She whines and it physically hurts me. I press her ass back against the shower door so she’s propped up, the glass rattling.
“I’m not rejecting you, but I need to tell you something.”
Her eyes meet mine, silver-grey gone again.
“Chocolate brown,” I say.
She cocks her head in confusion but doesn’t speak.
I reach up and play with a lock of her dark hair. “That's my favorite color.”
