“I got your books if you want to read something.”
Her head poked out from under the blanket. She sniffed, scrubbed a tear from her cheek, and pulled a book out of the bag.
“You don’t have to stay,” she said, turning away from me.
I huffed and lay down behind her, pulling her close to my chest.
“Stop worrying,” I murmured, my face pressed into her hair so I could breathe in her scent, which had turned the slightest bit sweet. “I’m not bored. You don’t have to entertain me. Just relax.”
Olive made a disgruntled little noise, and I grinned. My girl liked to pretend she didn’t like being told what to do, but the tension in her body finally drained away as she settled fully against me. I wrapped an arm around her waist and pressed a leg between hers. She shifted, her curvy ass nestling against my rapidly hardening cock. I angled my hips away from her, not wanting her to think I was pushing for sex, but she moved right back.
I grinned. Alright then.
I didn’t see which book she’d chosen, but it made my alpha ridiculously proud that I had provided it. I propped myself up on my elbow so I could read over her shoulder, but the words swam and she flipped the page way too quickly for me to keep up.
“What are you reading?” I should probably stay quiet, was probably testing my luck, but I wanted to know everything about Olive, including what she liked to read.
“It’s a Mafia romance.”
I let out a bark of laughter but quickly sobered when I realized Olive was serious. “What is a Mafia romance?” My only frame of reference for the Mafia was watchingTheGodfather, but I didn’t think that’s what Olive had in mind.
“The main characters are part of rival mafias and get married for an alliance.”
“And… you like this?”
“If you want to judge me, you can just get out,” Olive snapped. She tried to disentangle herself, but I held on tighter.
“You’re not going anywhere, kitten. I’m not judging, just curious. Want to read it out loud to me?”
That made her stop squirming. “You arenotcalling me kitten.”
I hummed, running my hand down her side. “You’re cute and small, with the occasional claws. Seems to fit.”
“I’m not small,” she grumbled.
I flipped her onto her stomach and laid my full weight on top of her.
“Oh my god!” Olive squealed, trying to buck me off.
I laughed and quickly rolled off of her before I actually crushed her. Her cheeks were flushed, and her hair was flying everywhere. “You seem pretty small to me,” I said with a wink.
“Not all of us can be big Viking alphas.” She pushed her hair out of her face.
“No, some of us have to be perfect, precious omegas.” I ran my hand down her side and squeezed her hip. There was so much more of her I wanted to squeeze, but I wouldn’t push it right now. I ran my nose down the side of her face, my lips skimming her soft skin. “In case there was any confusion, I love every part of your body.”
She blushed and couldn’t quite meet my gaze. I rubbed my beard against her cheek until she laughed and pushed me away.
I flopped onto my back with a smile. “Now that we’ve determined my nickname for you is perfect and you love it, read me your book.”
Before she could protest, I arranged Olive so we were spooning again, moving her limbs until she was right where I wanted her.
“You’re not always going to get what you want,” she huffed.
I stroked my hand through her hair, smoothing it down. “Noted.”
Olive’s books weredirty.
Holy shit.
