The snow falls around us, a soft, muffled backdrop to the pounding of my heart. I want to devour her, to claim every inch of her skin with my mouth and my hands.
But I force myself to slow down, to savor this moment.
“Norah,” I murmur against her skin, “I need to apologize. Properly.”
She pulls back slightly, her eyes searching mine. “What do you mean?”
I take her hand, leading her to the door. “Let me show you.”
The cold air bites at my skin, but the scent of roses fills my nostrils, a heady, intoxicating aroma that makes my head spin.
I guide her to the porch, my heart racing with anticipation. She turns to face me, her cheeks flushed, her breath coming in quick gasps.
I can see the desire in her eyes mirroring my own.
I’m lost in her scent—that intoxicating Omega aroma hits me like a drug, stirring my Alpha instincts to the surface.
Norah’s mouth is warm and pliant against the bite of the snow, her tongue shyly meeting mine, laced with the faint tang of the peppermint.
It’s a match to gasoline; all the walls I’ve built around my desires shatter in an instant. I’ve hungered for her for so long, burying the ache deep while my Alpha side howled in the nights.
My hands grip her waist, and I yank her body against mine. Her soft curves yield, her heavy breasts crushing into my chest, and a guttural growl rumbles from my throat into her mouth, primal and unchecked.
She whimpers softly, her fingers twisting into my open shirt, nails scraping my skin through the gaps in the fabric.
I devour her kiss, my tongue dominating hers in a fierce dance that sends blood rushing to my cock, making it strain hard against my zipper. Snowflakes dissolve on our heated skin, but the fire between us surges, melting the winter chill.
I tear my lips from hers to drag them down her jaw, teeth grazing the tender flesh, her pulse thundering under my tongue like a war drum.
“Norah,” I rasp, voice gravelly with the Alpha command edging in, “fuck, I’ve needed you. Needed this scent, this taste. It’s driving me insane.”
Her breath stutters, and she arches her neck, offering more of that vulnerable expanse. I seize it, licking a trail up her throat, savoring the salty warmth blended with her Omega essence that makes my head spin.
My palms slide down to grip her ass, kneading the plush cheeks through her clothes as I rut my hips forward, grinding my throbbing erection into her core.
She arches back, a needy mewl escaping her, and I inhale her arousal blooming, slick and heady, soaking through to tease my senses. But layers taunt me; I crave her bare, marked by my mouth, my hands.
“Norah, baby, please,” I plead, my lips at her ear, hot breath fanning her skin. “Show me your tits. I’ve fantasized about them every damn night—round, heavy, nipples begging for my teeth. Let me see them, touch them. I need you so bad it hurts.”
The words tumble out, desperate, my fingers already yanking at her clothes, trembling with the force of my restraint fraying.
She pauses, eyes glazed with lust as they meet mine, but then she whispers, “Out here? In the snow?”
There’s a thrill in her tone, her Omega instincts responding to my dominance, body quivering.
“Right fucking here,” I snarl, possessiveness surging as I help rip her clothes upward, exposing the lacy black bra straining against her full breasts.
I gape, saliva pooling, before unhooking it with fumbling urgency. They tumble free, pale globes with dusky nipples pebbling in the cold, and I groan like a beast unleashed.
“So fucking perfect, Norah. Mine.” I dive in, mouth latching onto one peak, sucking voraciously while my hand molds the other, thumb flicking the hard tip.
She cries out, fingers yanking my hair, pulling me tighter as her body bows. “Dorian… yes,” she moans.
I lash my tongue over the bud, nipping sharply, then soothe with wet laps, switching sides to worship the twin. My other hand dives between her thighs, palming her soaked panties, the heat of her slick seeping through.
She’s drenched for me, Omega slick preparing her, and it snaps something feral inside. I lick broader paths across her chest, murmuring pleas between sucks.
“More, Omega. Let me devour you. Taste that sweet pussy I’ve craved.”
