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Her lips part as she works, her full attention on making sure I didn’t damage more than the few split knuckles. A purr works its way through my chest. Is this what it’s like having an omega take care of you? It isn’t normal. Alphas take care of omegas, that is how it is supposed to be.
But here she is, looking like a fucking angel on her knees between mine, and she is making sure I’m okay.
Something snaps inside my chest. Fuck the contract. This woman is mine. She doesn’t know it yet, but nothing will take her from me.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” She gazes up at me, her cheeks pink, perfume blooming.
I swipe my tongue over my lower lip, attempting to taste her from the air alone. “You look good on your knees.”
She rolls her eyes and moves to push to her feet. But I’m faster. My hand shoots out and wraps around the back of her neck, holding her in place. I run my thumb over her pulse point, the rapid pace of her blood flowing and the excited scent of brownies and sugary sweet frosting washes over me.
Her eyes dilate as she brings them to mine. And ever so slowly, I move my hand from the back of her neck, stroking the pad of my thumb over her parted lips. I’m pretty sure her tongue peeks out to taste my skin. In a fluid motion, I tug her up to me, not standing but up, the type of encouragement that can be ignored, but she is up on her knees fully between my legs when I lower my face to hers, capturing her lips in a heated kiss.
She lets out a soft breath against my mouth, and I slide my tongue down the line of her perfect lips. This time, when she darts out to taste me, I deepen the kiss with a possessive rumble. She submits, and something grows in my chest. A need so strong, it almost knocks me over.
I thread my fingers into the hair at the base of her scalp and tilt her head for better access. She tastes like sugar, a pure shot straight into my bloodstream. I feel high on her. Drawing her even closer, I tug her into my lap. She straddles me, pressing her warm core against my straining length.
The excuse that she is in a heat will not work for either of us now. Yesterday, I could blame our play at the office for it coming on. But now, with it temporarily suppressed, we are solely attracted to each other, with no hormones trying to deceive us. It makes it sweeter.
I’m flying.
Floating with the clouds. Drunk on her kisses.
She is purer than any bourbon I could drink, the same drunken effect, loosening my muscles and lowering my inhibitions. Exploring her body with my free hand, I flex my fingers into her hip, asking for her to move. Some sort of friction.
When she rubs against me, a half growl, half purr rumbles from my throat. I arch into her, wishing our clothes weren’t a barrier.
“That’s it, princess, show me what you want.” I press kisses along her throat. Following the goosebumps exploding beneath my lips.
I wrap my fingers around the base of her hoodie and lift it up and over her head. She lets me, and I’m greeted with her bare chest, nipples fully erect. With a groan, I lower my head and capture a tight peak between my lips. Her soft moans encourage me as she rocks into my lap.
“Austin, I’m going to come.”
Her pace picks up, and I suck harder, rolling her other nipple between thumb and forefinger. When she shudders in my arms, her head dropping back, a whimper of pleasure falling from her pink lips, I know she has reached her climax. Our pheromones mix, creating the perfect home for the holiday’s smell. And that is what it feels like, having her in my arms, like I’m home.
Sure, I’m throbbing in my pants, straining for my release, but as she draped herself across my chest, all I want to do is wrap her up and carry her to my bed for the night. Even if I only hold her. My dick pulses, not liking that idea, but it is true.
But before I can act on any of it, she is out of my arms, on her feet, and tugging her hoodie back over her head as if nothing world-shattering just occurred.
She tugs her fingers through her hair and looks out the window. Her throat works a swallow down her throat. She doesn’t look at me.
“Thanks for the, uh, orgasm.”
I hate it.
My inner caveman wants to throw her over my shoulder and carry her to my bed where she belongs. The more rational part cautions me that the hellcat standing in front of me wouldn’t take that well. She isn’t like other omegas using a fake personality to draw an alpha in, attempting to trap them in her web.
“It’s not in the contract.”
CHAPTER21
Audrey
“It’s not in the contract.”
The words somehow pierce my heart. Which is stupid. I just threw myself into the lap of the man who displayed so much restraint that he wouldn't kiss me when I was laid out in front of him like a dessert after Sunday dinner. Of course, he would think of this as transactional. He is a businessman with a dark past.
I bite the inside of my cheek to keep in my cutting response that would give away too much of my true feelings. Next time I get thirsty in the middle of the night, I’ll get some water from my bathroom’s faucet rather than repeat this, whatever it fucking is.
