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A violent cramp seizes her stomach, and she does her best to not make her pain obvious.
She knows they’re spinning towards something inevitable, but she’s not ready to voice it.
He wants to mate her.
But how could he mean it, after only knowing her for—
“Debone a fish.”
His voice carries from the kitchen, and she turns her head towards the sound. “What?”
She enters the kitchen to see him staring at the counter, a thoughtful look on his face. “You asked me what they didn’t teach me to do. I don’t know how to debone a fish.”
“…okay?”
His smirk turns into an amused smile as he meets her gaze. “You don’t like fish, do you? I unfortunately can’t cook it.”
“They apparently didn’t teach you any social skills, either,” she huffs, biting her lip to keep from smiling.
He’s stupidly charming, even when talking about her least favorite food.
It’s ridiculous.
He crosses the kitchen to her, wrapping his arms around her waist. His touch is welcomed instantly, and she hums contentedly as he holds her in his embrace.
“I meant what I said earlier,” he murmurs into her ear, his voice suddenly low. The humor from before is gone, replaced with an underlying warning. “About what would happen if you came with me.”
She hears the danger in his tone, but she only squeezes him tighter, her cunt fluttering and her clit aching.
“What happens?” she asks as his mouth finds her mating gland. He nuzzles it, marking his scent on her, and she moans softly.
“I thought you were smarter than that,” he teases, running a hand down her spine. He backs her up against the wall opposite the fireplace, bringing his mouth to her neck. “Or did I fall for an oblivious little Omega?”
The moan she makes is embarrassingly loud and echoes across the walls of the house.
“I can smell you,” he whispers. “But if you’d like to play dumb, that’s fine, too.” He smiles against her neck, and she whimpers. “Such a reckless little thing. Falling right into my trap.”
Slick, wet and sweet, drips down her thighs, and she grinds helplessly against him.
But she’s exhausted. She’s sure if she sat down she’d fall asleep in moments, and she’s overdue for a shower.
It’s as if he reads her mind. “Let’s get cleaned up,” he murmurs against her. “I want to thoroughly enjoy you.”
She whimpers.
“Enjoy your last moments of freedom, sweetheart. Because after this, there’s no going back.”
The words should frighten her, but they only make her smile.
Reckless, indeed.
* * *
“You’re trembling, baby,”he whispers, as he tugs down her borrowed pants. “Is it something I’ve done?”
He’s smirking at her, and she wants to smack the expression off his face. The shower steams behind them, welcoming and waiting.
They stand in the main bathroom connected to the bedroom as he takes his time undressing her.
