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I tap my index finger against her forehead as I cut her off. “Think, Maddie. Use what’s in there and think. What else would cause us to react that way?”
“Well—” Her eyes flare wide open as she stares at me. I practically see the realization when it dawns. “I mean, I thought maybe…but it’s such a strong reaction that I figured it had to be negative.”
I smile and bend my head to run my nose along the length of hers, making no secret of it that I’m breathing her in. It makes me fucking ache for her so bad, but I’m getting used to that, too. Although, at this rate, my dick will have a permanent imprint of the inside of my zipper. “At the Scenting Ceremony, we were the complete opposite of repulsed, Maddie. We were trying to stop ourselves from mounting you in front of a worldwide audience.”
“Oh.”
“Oh,” I agree, closing my eyes as I rest my forehead against hers and tug her into me. “There hasn’t been one moment since we first laid eyes on you that we haven’t wanted you, Maddison Darling. If wanting you was the only consideration, we’d have sent every other Omega home right there, halfway through the Ceremony.”
She trembles in my arms, and I hold her tighter, feeling her chest expand on a deep breath before she pulls away from me. “It’s the same for me.”
“I know,” I confess quietly.
“You know?”
I nod. “Omega arousal has a very distinct scent, and yours is the sweetest I’ve ever smelled, but let’s just leave it atwe’re definitely not repulsed by you. If we keep talking about this…”
“Okay. How about we talk about this instead, then. I met your mother yesterday.”
I blink a few times in rapid succession, and thankfully, my cock deflates at the mention of my mum. “You did?”
“Yep. She’s befriended my mother, believe it or not. Mum’s even teaching her how to knit.”
Now it’s my turn to look at her with my eyes as wide as saucers. “My mum is learning how to knit? Wow. She must really like your mum.”
“I think she does.” Maddie gives me that radiant, relaxed smile again. “Why do you say that, though?”
I shrug, releasing her to start toward the archery field again. “My mum doesn’t really like sitting still. She’s a bit like Wolf in that way. Their energy never wanes.”
“Ah.” She looks out at the field when it comes into view. “So, you’re teaching me how to shoot today. Is that safe? Considering that I nearly scalded your testicles when we were having tea, I’m not sure I should be handling sharp objects around you.”
“My testicles are fine,” I assure her, raising an arm to point at the targets that have been placed along the length of the field. “You see that roof over there? We’ll be under it, and you’ll be aiming the arrows that away. I’ll stay behind you just in case, but I was planning on showing you how to aim anyway, which means I’ll always have been behind you.”
She laughs, and the sound makes something inside me feel soothed and safe. When I hand her a bow and arrow and watch as she examines them like they’re precious to her, looking a little like a surprised but excited kid on Christmas morning, it occurs to me that I’m absolutely, head-over-heels in love with this Omega.
I could watch her do that for days. I could listen to her laughter for the rest of my life and still not hear enough of it.Fuck.
The realization is sobering. In just one more week, she’ll be gone. A distant memory.And there’snothingI can do about it.
The thought sends searing pain ricocheting through me, and I reach for her, gently taking the bow and arrow out of her hands and setting them down on the ground beside her. Surprise flickers in her eyes when I pull her close again, but when I bring my mouth to hers, she doesn’t stop me. She also doesn’t ask what I’m doing.
She simply wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me down, kissing me passionately and murmuring against my lips, “I’m going to miss you, too.”
When her mouth fuses to mine again, things get more heated between us, and fast. Maddie moans and mewls, hooking her leg around my thighs like she’s literally trying to climb me, and I’m not much better.
My instincts are in overdrive. If I don’t watch myself, Iamgoing to claim her this time—regardless of the consequences. The thought breaks my heart a little, but at least it allows me to win back a modicum of self-control.
I won’t claim her, but I will make love to her. Mentally going over my options, I realize the grass is probably softer than the concrete under the little roof, so I walk backward and bring her with me, rolling up the hem of her knit cardigan and only breaking the kiss to pull it over her head.
Her hands are on the waistband of my jeans next. We both nearly fall over when she stumbles, but I catch her. Then I lower myself down on my knees and lift my arms to undo her slacks. Once I’ve got the button through the hole, I hook my thumbs into the waistband and pull them off, leaving her in only a pair of innocent white panties and a matching bra.
A low growl tears out of me when I look up at her like this, her hair a fiery halo around her head with all that smooth, pale skin and the plain underwear as the cherry on top. With every beat of my heart, a single word thunders through my head.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
On my knees like this with my nose just about level with her pussy, her scent pervades my very blood, driving me to the brink before I’ve touched her. I put my hands on her hips, then tug her closer, watching that she doesn’t step in the hole that made her stumble before.
Her pupils are dilated as hell as she stares down at me, wordlessly capturing my cheek in her hand and stroking my skin with her thumb while she watches me pull her panties down. As soon as they drop to the ground, she steps out of them and reaches behind her back to unhook her bra. Then she lets that fall to the ground as well.
