Oh.
I fell back on the bed, groaning as I rubbed my eyes. I’d already softened and was trying to stick to my previous resolveof nothing working between us. Our gap in ages was too wide, what if he grew tired of me? It would break my heart.
Ugh, my heart had become involved, that was why this hurt so much. I lay in misery, tracing my gaze over the ceiling. I wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but the shower eventually turned off. Inching to the edge of my bed, I huddled against the corner.
He came out, my purple towel wrapped around his waist, and he rubbed my microfiber towel against his hair.
“Look,” I started and licked my lips. “I don’t want to get into something doomed to fail. I don’t want to get hurt.” Saying the words felt wrong . . . because Iwaswrong. Lying right through my teeth. If we were Scent Matches, it meant we were perfect for each other. That we completed each other in every way that we both needed.
He studied me, rubbing his chin. “I would never hurt you?—”
“Maybe not on purpose.” My voice cracked. “Like last time, you didn’tintendanything, but it hurt. A-and you have so many beautiful women around you. I’ve stayed away from searching your relationships on the internet. Even that hurts. And I know, that’s stupid.”
I closed my eyes, breathing shakily.
My bed dipped, and the angle made me tilt toward him. I slapped my hands on his chest, keeping a distance between us. He hooked an arm under my knees and settled me on his lap. He wouldn’t let me go and I wanted to cry. Finally, I gave in.
“Anything before you wasn’t a relationship.” He rubbed my head cradled to his chest.
My heart continuing to thunder in my ears.
“Trust me not to hurt you. Please, Nina, I hear what you’re saying, and I’ve learned from it. Don’t write us off, because I won’t let you go.”
I scoffed.
“I’m not playing, Nina. I will have Billings pack my things and bring them here.”
“The bed doesn’t even fit you!” I waved a hand at his legs hanging off.
“You can sleep on top of me.”
“No,” I retorted, mulish, pulling back to look up at him.
His eyes narrowed.
“But—” I licked my lips. “But, we can still continue to . . .” I waved a hand between us, and the red flush on my face blazed hotter.
His eyebrows met in between. “Are you saying, you want to continue fucking?”
“Y-yes, just for my heats.” He seemed even angrier now, but it seemed the best route to go. I knew where we stood that way, I could begin to detach but continue to have this unmatched pleasure I gained in his arms.
“Nina.” His fingers squeezed my jaw, not hard enough to hurt, but still stiff enough that I couldn’t move. His eyes seemed to spike flames within the gold. A battle ensued behind his gaze and just as suddenly, he softened. “Whatever you say.”
My heart hopped. I rubbed my palms on my thighs.
“Get on your knees.”
I blinked up at him, stunned by his sudden shift.
Samuel squeezed the side of my thigh. “Now.” His silky tone threatened punishment.
I scrambled off his lap. “Drop the towel.” As soon as it pooled at my feet, I lowered to my knees. He’d agreed to my proposition, but my heart wouldn’t calm its palpitations.
He leaned forward and pinched my chin.
“Do you know you’ve been a stubborn Omega?”
I blinked, not knowing how to respond. He unhooked the edge of his towel, exposing his thick cock between his widened muscled thighs. Heaviness settled in my stomach, and I swayedforward. Samuel buried his hand into my damp hair with a firm grip.
