I pull back and gaze into her half-hooded eyes. She feels it; I know she does. But she’s not ready. Those words echo off the corners of a mind that is losing a battle to my instincts.
I have to put her down. I have to walk away. Maybe I could go find her purse. Busy myself with retrieving her things, just to put some distance between us.
But I know she’s not okay.
“You need something,” I say as my hands twitch against the underside of her thighs. “What is it?”
She shakes her head against the brick wall. “I don’t?—”
“Don’t even think about lying to me, Omega.”
She whines, and the sound tugs at my cock. “Home. I just want to go home.”
She’s clearly not from around here. The pleated skirt that comes down to her knees and the tights she has on underneath it are all I need to see to know that she’s a city girl. Probably born and raised.
Her cardigan is impeccable; not a stain or fabric pill on it. Her makeup is precise and soft, with that look of, “oh, I’m notactually wearing any makeup, thank you very much.” She reeks of city girl, and it makes me want to back up.
If she’s not from around here, it’s not likely she’ll stay with me.
That’s already been proven in my life.
“You’re in preheat,” I state, trying to keep the Alpha out of my voice. “You need help. Let me at least help you to your car.”
She whines as her hips buck against me. It damn near takes me to my knees.
“I’m sorry,” she says breathlessly.
Oh, no. We aren’t having any of that. Without thinking, I take a step forward, pressing myself between her pillowy thighs. She gasps as I close the small distance between our bodies, my fingers coming up to capture her chin. I lock my gaze with hers, making sure she’s lucid enough to hear me.
“You are in preheat and it’s trying to take over. I smell it. You won’t be able to get home safely like this.”
Her lower lip wobbles. “I know.”
“So,” I say as I run my hand down her neck, feeling her pulse point pounding, “let me help.”
She shakes her head. “I can’t—I can’t just… let a stranger knot me.”
I snicker softly as my hand slides down to the hem of her skirt. “I’m not talking about a knot.”
My hand stops at her thigh, massaging softly. I won’t do anything that compromises my Omega. I won’t do anything she doesn’t want. But she won’t be able to get home safely without something to take the edge off.
And I know just the thing she needs.
“No knot?” she asks.
I shake my head and move my hand a little further up her thigh. It makes her whimper as she rolls her hips again.
“No penetration at all?” she whispers.
“Not if you don’t want it,” I say as my hand disappears beneath her pleated skirt.
She sighs as her head falls back against the brick wall. I want to demand that she look at me. That she keep those pretty green eyes on me while my fingers work her to the heights of pleasure her body requires. I stuff down the instinct, though.
This is for her.
“Just one orgasm might help,” she whimpers.
“Good girl.”
