Thorne groans while lapping me up. And suddenly, it’s as if my taste lights him on fire, because he’s eating me out like I’m an actual delicacy.
His mouth is everywhere, teasing, licking, sucking. Greedy masculine growls and grunts rumble in his throat, and I’m lost. Fingers join his tongue until he’s fingering me. Pumping and thrusting until I’m a mewing mess.
I’m thrashing now. “Oh, goddess. I never,” I say, like it’s the only words I know. “I never. I never.”
He adds another thick finger and fuck; the stretch is so good. Some omegas talk about the prostate, but I’m a slut for the stretch, and he’s giving me everything I need. “Alpha,” I pant. “Please give me your knot.”
Thorne groans, shuddering hard. Did he…no. No, that’s not even possible; I’m not even touching him. Before I can contemplate whether he’s just as gone as I am, warm heat surrounds my cock. I cry out, a raw, desperate sound filled with need. My body locks up, going completely rigid as my hole clenches around his fingers. Then, I’m coming. Hard.
Ropes of cum shoot down his throat. I gasp, body shaking from the sheer force of my orgasm. I tremble and tremble until I feel like I tremble completely apart and black out from the pleasure.
Chapter four
Hayden
Hours later, I wake to the feel of a warm body heating me from behind. Thorne. My perfect alpha. Only he isn’t mine, no matter how hard I wish it. Peeling away from his body slowly, so I don’t wake him, I get out of the bed and hunt down every article of clothing.
I feel bad for sneaking around, but he said it earlier, too. This is just a one-night stand. He said he never does things like this, and I choose to believe him. Images of the twinkling lights and snowflakes come to mind. The way they kissed his skin before melting under the heat.
Closing the door silently behind me, I leave the hotel room and replay tonight’s events in my mind with a small smile on my face. Our impromptu date. The hot chocolate. The wishing tree. Goddess, the way he made me come apart under his touch without insisting on more.
Wandering outside, I tug my hoodie over my head and check the time on my phone. It’s only midnight. I feel like Cinderella running away from her Prince Charming.
Am I doing the right thing?
The urge to turn around is strong, but to what end? He doesn’t live here. My life is here. My family. He’s a small-town alpha who works with his dad. Friendship could be a possibility, but damn, if our chemistry is like this after just one night, I bet it would be too hard on both of us. It’s better this way.
Perfect memories of the perfect night.
Instead of heading home, I walk around for far too long, taking my time wandering the city. I don’t realize my destination until I see the sparkling Christmas lights. The stalls and vendors are already gone for the night, but a few people up ahead linger asthey admire the tree or hang their wishes. A sudden pang fills my chest.
I should turn around. I should go back and give him my number.
The chill of a cold breeze hits my cheeks. A piece of paper tumbles in the wind until it stops right in front of me. Kneeling, I pick it up and peer down at the wish. I shouldn’t read someone’s private thoughts, but curiosity gets to me. I flip the piece of paper over and freeze when my eyes scan the words.
I reread them twice. Three times. Four.
My fingers begin trembling. How is it possible that I’m holding Thorne’s wish?
My eyes trail over the words again.
‘I wish for Hayden to find the courage to start his online shop, and that I’ll be there in his corner, supporting him until he succeeds.’
Heart hammering, a sense of urgency slams into me. I spin around, taking off at a sprint.
I run back to the hotel as fast as I can, dodging the stray people walking around, and weaving my way back through the city until I spot the large building like a beacon of hope.
Entering the elevator, I slam my hand against the button for Thorne’s floor, jabbing it several times until the door slides closed. When I reach his floor, I take off down the hall until I’m right in front of his door.
Sorrow, shock, and anger fill my chest. His door is open, but I already know what I’ll see when I peer inside. I do it anyway. There’s a hotel maid just past the threshold, cleaning the room. From here, I can see the vase filled with roses. Tears fill my eyes. I made a horrible mistake.
Placing my hand inside my jacket, I reach for my lion keychain.
Only Flare isn’t in my pocket. The tears finally slip. I pull out the piece of paper instead. I reread Thorne’s wish with a renewed sense of determination. “I’ll do it,” I vow. I’ll follow my dream and create my online shop. Even if I have to start small, like Thorne suggested.
“I’ll do it for me,” I say out loud. But deep down, I know I’m also doing it for him.
The perfect name for my brand comes to mind. Now, I just have to hope Thorne sees it and knows it’s for him.
