Page 170 of Unravel Me

I notice Jared glancing at me with his eyebrows slightly raised, but he doesn’t say anything either.

Once Emilio and Tony leave and Renato heads off to work, Jared and I choose a spot for the swing, and I get to work installing it.

Jared stands nearby, shifting from one foot to the other. It’s obvious that he’s struggling with what he should say.

"Listen, umm, I want you to know that I’m not going to pressure you to speak. I understand that this is part of who you are, part of your… personality, as I see it. I don’t want you to change for me or force yourself to do anything extra." His voice trembles slightly as he adds, "Also… I’ve secretly started learning sign language. I want to know it because it’s part of who you’ve been all these years."

His big green eyes look into mine with this adorable uncertainty, as though he isn’t sure whether I’ll like the idea or what I think about it.

I don’t answer him with words.

Instead, I take a step toward him, raise my hand, and gently touch his cheek. I see the tiny flinch of surprise Jared makes, as if he isn’t accustomed to gestures like this, to signs of affection. He does it almost every time, as if this kind of tenderness is strange to him.

But at the same time, I can sense that he secretly immensely enjoys my touch, surrendering to it.

I slowly run my finger over his flawless cheekbones and those sweetest, plump, tempting lips. I can’t resist them, so I lean down and brush them with a kiss as light as a feather.

They immediately respond, parting as his tongue comes out to meet mine. Jared lets out a cute little whimper.

His fingers land on my chest, gripping my shirt. I can almost physically feel the desire building inside him, the longing for me to fill him, to thrust into him… it’s so shockingly intense, as if it were my own feelings.

Right then, I hear Emilio talking to Tommy.

"Hey, how about you come see Tony make some bread? He loves making things himself. Would you like us to make some animal-shaped cookies together?"

Jared breaks the kiss and steps back with an embarrassed expression.

But Tommy seems not to be an overly timid child. He trustingly takes Emilio’s hand, and Emilio gives us a meaningful look accompanied by a quick wink.

As soon as they start walking away, I reach out and grab Jared around the waist again. My fingers trail along his spine, and he lets out a short, breathless gasp.

Our mouths find each other again, our tongues brushing together, and I lightly suck on his lower lip, I simply can’t get enough of the voluptuous curve of his mouth.

His hands rise to the back of my neck and thread through my hair, his body pressing tightly against mine, his hunger seems barely contained.

It’s amazing how well I can read him, how intensely I can sense what he feels and what he wants; there’s something new in it for him: he’s enthusiastically responding to a sexual invitation, discovering his own sensual side. But it leaves me with the sad realization that before, he was the one who only agreed rather than the one who initiated.

With a quick movement, I lower my hands to his ass, lift him up, and carry him back into the house, heading straight for my bedroom.

We don’t break the kiss, his soft lips almost plush beneath mine, open, letting me inside, tasting absolutely perfect.

As we collapse onto the bed, our hands move quickly, ripping our clothes off, while Jared keeps mumbling, "Put it inside me, put it inside me…"

His hot breath washes over my lips as I bare his body, perfect, fit, athletic… I’ve always been a fan of athletic omegas. Before I met Jared, those were the only kind I dated. I was never attracted to small, frail builds; I liked feeling solid, taut muscles beneath my fingers, and Jared’s body is exactly like that, young and vital, with a strong frame belonging to… my own omega.

My fated mate.

Jared swiftly pulls his thighs upward and spreads them to the sides, offering his opening to me, but I have no intention of thrusting into him right away. I want to see his impatience, I want to feel how badly he wants this, like he has never wanted anything before, starved for it, with his entire body filled by only one need.

Jared makes those sweet little moaning, sighing, squeaking sounds, tipping his head back and arching his body as I trail kisses over his sculpted chest and brush my lips over his juicy, raspberry-like nipples…

As I start to suck on them, he practically purrs beneath me, his fingernails gently scratching my back.

His head, with its golden braid, thrashes on the pillow, and I can see his altered ears. I move toward them and run my tongue along the shell of one. Touching this part of his body, so newly revealed by his hidden nature, feels doubly intimate, and I want him to know just how deeply I accept it, this magical aspect of his being.

As I lick along the side of it, mouthing the pointy tip, Jared lets out a frantic gasp, his nails digging into me a little harder, more fiercely.

"Put it in!"