I am in so much trouble.
Chapter 11
Katsu
Everything in me wants to grab this omega, walk her backwards into her house. Kick the door closed, drop to my knees, and worship her until she can’t stand and I’ve stolen that tiny slither of unhappiness and burned it.
Instead, I step back, inviting her out into the open where logic and reason will prevail, for now. It’s early morning, and if I’m clever, I can perhaps convince her to spend the day with me.
“Would you like to go for a walk?”
Is that a flash of disappointment in her eyes?
She nods. “That would be good.”
I wait while she grabs her keys and closes the house up. She walks beside me with perhaps a foot of distance. I hate that distance; I want to close it.
This is like when I met Fox, but a hundred times worse because I can feel him wanting them, too.
“Sebastian stayed with you last night? How did it go?” She is careful; her voice is even, but the flicker of sadness in her scent betrays her.
“Did we kill him? You mean?”
She turns red and shakes her head too quickly.
“Oh, are you curious if we fucked him?”
Cordelia glances around, making sure no one is within earshot. It is the most completely adorable thing I’ve seen yet.
“Don’t worry, Omega. I will make sure Fox and I wait until you are there before we make love to Sebastian.”
“No, that’s not. I-” She cuts off, but her scent has turned sweet, and the azaleas are making my head dizzy.
“It’s okay to say what you want. To us especially. We will give you anything and everything.”
She splutters. “Don’t you think this is going a bit fast? We just met; we should go slower. Slow is good. Slow is better.”
I wrinkle my nose. “If you wish, but I’ve already made my decision, and Fox made his before I even thought of mine.”
She mentally scrambles; I can see it clear as day.
“You can’t keep doing that!” she protests.
I laugh, and the sound startles her. She stops, staring at me with her mouth slightly ajar.
“Are you all right?” I tease.
“You are beautiful.”
My heart thuds hard, and I walk back to her. This omega I didn’t know I wanted or needed is so unsure of herself. She’s used to control. I will give her the control if that’s what she needs.
“Cordelia,” I say her name, for one second indulging myself and letting all the things I want to say come out in that whispered sound of complete adoration.
Her eyes go wide, the brown turning almost black. The wind makes her bangs dance, and she trembles.
“Tell me about your mother. I’ve heard she is a character.”
That brings her back, second by second, until we’re walking again.
