She was wearing my shirt. She’d stolen it before kicking us out. Mad, but definitely hope for redemption.
My omega was a vision in the moonlight. Her naked thighs practically glowed in the moonlight, her blonde hair fanned around her, and those pouty lips barely parted.
Her scent was even more immaculate in here. The tart and sweet mixture of champagne, grapefruit, and vanilla was embedded in every surface, but I could scent hints of my own sandalwood, cotton blossom, and orange zest. We were good together.
I slid into bed next to her. As much as I wanted to claim her, I didn't know all the details of her past and the last thing I’d ever do was trigger her. That wasn’t the first encounter that alphas dreamed about.
My fingers slowly trailed over her arm, up and down in gentle strokes. Goosebumps erupted on her skin, a smirk tipping my lips as I watched her face. Those plump lips parted further, her scent blooming. I couldn’t help but wonder if her dreams turned a bit naughty with how it sweetened beautifully.
She took a deep breath, then she jolted, eyes flying open and arm yanking away.
“Ronan?” she asked, her voice husky with sleep. She squinted through the darkness and I chuckled. She’d found me out so easily.
“Good evening, sleeping beauty,” I crooned. “We saw your note and that’s just not going to work for me.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Too fucking bad, alpha.”
Fire sparked in those blue-gray eyes and my cock was immediately hard for her. Fuck, she was perfect.
“You say that, but your body seems to like me,” I breathed out, shifting closer so our bodies were inches apart. She was already on the edge and couldn’t escape me without getting up now.
“No,” she said. “That’s our scents and biology, but I’m not changing my mind. Fuck off, I need sleep.”
“Hmm, go back to whatever bachelor pad you found us, or stay here with you? Hard pass on leaving,” I said, smirking over at her as my fingers plucked the shirt she wore. Even in the moonlight I could see the blush flushing her face and neck, plunging below the neckline. “You stole my shirt, omega.”
“I did,” she said, the picture of defiance. God she was adorable.
She was shifting closer, as if her body couldn’t stand the space between us. Her eyes dipped down to my lips, trailing down my body before snapping back up to meet my gaze.
My smirk widened.
“Like what you see, omega? Because it’s all yours,” I promised. “I am dying to taste you, to make you scream my name. Just say the word.”
“No,” she protested, trying and failing to look put out by the suggestion. “Leave.”
“Do you really want that?” I murmured, letting my hand move to her thigh, trailing up and down, teasing, but never crossing that line.
“Yes,” she lied, biting down on her plump lip. Her eyes were hooded, her smell growing sweeter by the second.
“Lies,” I breathed out, brushing my lips over her lips before pulling back. As I did, she followed.
Then my fiery omega lunged, kissing me now and pinning me to the bed. Her fingers tore at my shirt, demanding I take it off. My cock was so hard for her already it ached, and right now, with her warm, damp pussy pressed against it, I was in heaven.
“Tell me now if you truly want me to leave,” I teased, though the words were serious.
“Shut up,” she growled, nipping at my collar bone as she pressed her hips against my cock. I groaned, hands securing to her hips as I stared up at the savage beauty above me.
“Do you think you’re in charge here, omega?”
“I am,” she said confidently, her words cutting off in a squeak as I snatched her off of me and turned us over, pinning her to the bed.
“What was that?” I teased, sitting up long enough to peel my shirt off her body. I went to toss it aside but she growled again, a sweet rumbling sound, before tucking it between her pillows.
“Mine.”
“I am yours, omega,” I agreed, shifting down and hooking my fingers in her underwear, peeling them down as I crawled down her body.
My eyes met hers, a single eyebrow raising in question. She parted her thighs, giving me an open invitation.
