Her smile is brilliant, and her head is slightly tilted as she gazes at me.
“Do you want me to show you?” she asks. “Do you want me to show you how to take care of me?”
“Of course I do,” I breathe. “Of—of course.”
She crosses the room until she’s standing in front of me, and my arm immediately finds her waist, pulling her closer.
She’s warm against me, her lips slightly parted as her eyes meet mine.
“I’ve wanted you since I first scented you,” she admits, and my mouth falls open. “Even when you were a jerk to me.”
“I—I’m sorry about that,” I stammer, tremors racing through me. I sound weak to my own ears, and the shame increases tenfold. “I’m so sorry?—”
She silences me with a chaste kiss. It’s a gentle press of her lips against mine, soft and sweet, and her scentbloomsacross the room.
Her mouth is softer than I dreamt it would be.
I groan, pressing her closer to me. She wraps her arms around my neck and sighs against my lips. We kiss until my shame dissipates and my Alpha instincts return to the surface.
She’s my scent match.
Ofcourseit will be okay.
When she finally pulls away, her pupils are huge, and her lips are pink and swollen from kissing.
I did that,I think.
As she steps back, I fight the urge to growl at the loss of contact, until her fingers intertwine with mine.
“Do you trust me?” she asks softly.
I nod.
“Take me to bed,Alpha. Take care of me.”
Her nest is lovely,but she’s even lovelier spread out on it. Her purple hair fans across the plush pillows like a vibrant halo, and with her flushed face and wide pupils, she’s a fantasy that will play in my mind for years to come.
“I put on my clothes for you,” she says, her voice strained, “but they’re pretty uncomfortable.”
The growl that leaves my throat is involuntary, and she lets out a moan.
She smells like chamomile, syrupy slick, and sex.
“That’s your cue to undress me,” she pants, amused.
I huff out a nervous laugh, high on her Omega scent and the animalistic urge totake. My hands shake as I unbutton her jeans, but she lifts her hips and helps me along the way. She’s not wearing anything underneath, and I freeze when I see her soaked core, pink and slick with arousal.
Oh.
Oh.
“You’re so wet,” I say, observing with wonder as it spills from her and onto a plush lavender blanket.
“It’s all for you,Alpha,” Maeve breathes. “All foryou.”
That gets me moving again.
Still trembling, I tug at her sweatshirt, and she sits up to help pull it off, my hands shaky. She notices, and completely naked, takes my hands in hers, squeezing tightly.
