Her small hands curl over the fabric of my shirt. “I feel it too. I don’t understand. We keep waiting for scent-matching, like what is happening right now isn’t real? What is even supposed to happen if it’s not this?”
Her frustrated words resonate with my feelings. Everyone is so certain she doesn’t belong to us, but who would she even belong to?
“They say a lot of things about scent-matching. Nowadays, you can even get a match with a blood test, but there are legends about this. Before the modern day, before celebrations, and before Omegas being so rare, they used to say that she knew. That the Alphas might scent an Omega starting heat, but she’s the one who knows who her mates are even before their souls intertwine.”
Her face falls, and I think I said something wrong, but she doesn’t walk away from me.
“Maybe that’s why. I don’t have a soul since they took Mirasol. How can mine intertwine with yours?”
I grip my woman with all my might, knowing well I’m never letting her go. Mating celebration be damned, I don’t care about anything but this. Us.
“So we bring your soul back, and then it all falls into place.”
She kisses me again, needy and passionate, and while I have her pretty legs around me, I stand, taking her inside. My big hands are full of her magnificent ass, yet she spills to the side, more than I can handle. I kick the door open and move through the house without ever leaving her lips. I know this place well enough that we arrive in my bedroom without any accidents.
I put her carefully on her feet and shrug my shirt off, kicking off her perfume. My chest puffs in pride that she likes what she sees. I’m not vain, but I want to be enough for her. I want to be perfect for her just as she is for me.
“Can you take everything off this time?” she asks, her pretty hands edging by the band of my jeans.
My chuckle is full of need, and I don’t even have the energy to answer before I drop my pants and step away from them. The sugary scent is on the tip of my tongue. I always loved baked goods, but I’m going to be a menace at the bakery after her. I tug her to me, my arms empty without her, and she comes willingly. We kiss slowly this time, no rush, and I remove her clothes until nothing is between us.
She drops to the bed, curly hair over my white sheets, full breasts, small waist, yet soft tummy. Thick thighs and more curls between her legs. Fuck me, I could look at her all day. I’m as hard as a rock, just admiring this woman. My fingers carve into her hips, and an animalistic sound is ripped out of my throat.
Veda bites her bottom lip. I can tell she’s uncomfortable with all the looking I’m doing right now, but she’s trying to be brave. She said justthis morning that no one is allowed to make her feel ashamed, and I can tell she’s fighting the shame ingrained in her.
“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart. Every bit of you.”
“You think?”
I scoff. “I know.”
My hands explore every bit of her skin, from the curve of her shoulder to the dip of her waist. I use my middle and forefinger to open her pussy, mouth watering as I look at the pretty pink, and she squirms for the first time.
“What’s the matter? I want to look at you.”
“Do you even need to look there?” Her eyes are wide in clear frustration.
“This is where I want to be the most. Between your legs is my paradise. That can’t be news for you.”
She laughs when I send her a goofy smile, but it ends with a moan when I settle with her thighs over my shoulders and my tongue right between her folds. She tastes so good that I groan in pleasure, my cock stiff and searching for friction against the sheets. I murmur things while between her legs, curses and prayers, but they don’t make much sense even to me.
Veda moans loudly. Her hand comes searching for me and pulls my hair, showing me where to pay attention. I want to learn every part of her, and I take direction like no one else. Her hips surge from the bed, giving herself to me, using my tongue to her pleasure.
“Fuck, Veda. I’m going to do this every day for the rest of our lives.”
In a daze, her lips part, and she looks at me. “Yeah?”
There’s so much hope in that small word, I feel emotion in the back of my eyes. She wants us, and we want her. Even Major. He can lie to himself, but he can’t lie to me. I told myself I was going to steal herbefore. They were silly thoughts and feel even sillier now, because I don’t think I can steal something that already belongs to me.
“I promise.”
My vow takes root inside my chest, and I know I’m going to do whatever I need to keep it. I dive back into her pussy, licking, teasing, and loving her more than my heart thought it was possible. I can’t imagine how good it will feel when I can finally bury myself deep into her until she squeezes my knot.
“I’m so close,” she whimpers.
I use my fingers to open her for me again, leaving the path free so I can devour her. I take myself with the other hand, stroking hard as I lap her pussy. She cries out, my name on her lips, and she comes for me, flooding the room with her scent and my mouth with her taste. I rise on my knees, ever so grateful for the beautiful image in front of me.
Veda breathes hard, chest moving fast, nipples pebbling, and legs parted. Her one hand is curled into a fist, clutching the sheets, and the other is resting over her belly. I stroke my cock fast, the promise I made on my lips as I come all over her.
