I grinned and rubbed my cheek on the top of her head. “Thanks for giving me another chance, darling. I promise I’ll be good to you forever.”
“I know,” she murmured. She reached across me to grab a handful of popcorn, munching on it slowly. Her scent didn’t indicate stress, but I could feel a question brewing. “Is it still feeling scary?” she finally asked. “For us to be together?”
My heart lurched and I squeezed her shoulder, spilling some popcorn in the process. “I’m still scared of losing you. Always will be, I’m sure.” I swallowed hard against the emotions in my throat. “It just means I need to treasure it all, treasureyou. And I will, I promise.”
Her fingers trailed against my jaw. “I trust you, Finn.” She leaned in, pressing her lips against mine, and the taste was just as sweet as her words.
The lights in the theater dimmed, and I settled in to watch whatever absurd indie movie Missy and Herbert had chosen. The gentle sound of chirping birds and piano music filtered through the speakers, and I froze.
No.
Fuckno.
My heart pounded in my chest, and then the title card confirmed my nightmare:Pride and Prejudice.
I kept my arm around my omega, my mind whirring. How did this happen? This was a fuckingpopularmovie. This had to be a set-up. Lucy knew I hated this movie—had forced me to watch itapproximately one million times growing up until my hatred for it settled deep in my bones. And now my little omega was getting her revenge on me by forcing me to sit through the movie from hell.
Olive said nothing, but she shifted so she was halfway in my lap as though keeping me pinned to the seat when I really wanted to drag her far, far away.
I took a deep breath. If this was my penance for my bad behavior, I would suffer it for her.
The minutes ticked by excruciatingly slowly. I attempted to distract myself by digging into the popcorn and playing with the ends of Olive’s hair, but I couldn’t hold in my scoff at a particularly annoying part of the film.
Olive finally broke out in a laugh. “How’re you doing over there?” she asked, patting my chest.
I groaned. “Just trying to figure out how I landed such a naughty, evil omega.”
Her self-satisfied giggle brought a smile to my lips. I put the popcorn safely to the side and pulled her fully onto my lap.
“You think torturing your alpha is funny?”
The light from the screen was strong enough to illuminate the wide smile on her face. “Hilarious.”
I palmed her ass, squeezing hard, and she let out a delicious little whimper. She quickly moved so she was straddling me, her pussy hot even through her clothes.
“Is this worse than the pickle sandwich?” she asked.
I threw my head back against the seat with a laugh. “Fuck, that was awful, but this movie lasts longer, so it’s probably the worse punishment.”
“Poor alpha, being punished by his omega.” Her lips ghosted against mine. Surely, my heart was pounding loud enough for her to hear, even over the dramatic period piece music. “I wonder what I could do to make it better?”
I swore as her hand went to the zipper of my pants, effortlessly freeing my cock and squeezing it in her small hand. My hands immediately went under her skirt, my fingers digging into her skin,only to find her tights werecrotchless. And she wasn’t wearing any underwear.
My brain short-circuited, but my hands moved on their own accord—pulling her ass cheeks apart, spreading her wide so I could press my fingers into her dripping pussy.
“Oh, pretty girl,” I murmured as I thrust my fingers inside her. “Have you been sitting here dripping for your alpha this whole time? You should have said. It’s not good for little omegas to be so needy.”
A smile tugged at her lips, and I could practically feel her resist the urge to roll her eyes. “Well then, you better fix it.”
The two of us moved as one—her hands gripped my cock as she sank down in one slow movement, mine pinched her nipples through her pretty little top. Urgency underlined our movements as we thrust and squeezed and moaned. I made sure to grind her cute little clit against my knot every time she sank down on me. Her ragged moans, her gasping breaths, were perfection. I pressed my thumb against her clit, circling it as she worked herself closer to an orgasm. She was wet and warm and slippery. The biggest temptation of my life.
Her little gasps turned into whimpers as she threw her head back and took her own release, her tight little cunt clamping down on me with her orgasm. For the briefest moment, she stopped moving, slumping down against my chest as she caught her breath. I dug my fingers into her lush hips. I was so close,so fucking closeto coming, but I wouldn’t rush her.
But then she suddenly climbed off my lap. My cock slipped from her pussy, rock-hard and weeping, and Olive gave me a devious smile. I stared up at her, stunned, but she offered no explanation. She simply braced her hands on my shoulders, kissed me on the lips, and sauntered away.
Out of the theater.
My limbs were lead, unable to move from the shock of my interrupted orgasm.
