Chapter Eight – Felix
While Matteo and Nico get everything ready outside, I have the opportunity to spend some time with Miranda and Noelle.
Miranda quickly excuses herself to her room, which leaves me and Noelle on the couch by ourselves, watching the end of whatever Christmas movie my sister had picked out earlier.
Her departure is anything but sly; I think we both know Miranda only left to give us some privacy. Obviously, Noelle spilled the beans.
“So,” Noelle speaks, eyes on the TV, “Matteo told you what happened. What, um, what do you and Nico think?” She’s beneath the blanket she and Miranda shared before my sister left the area, and I can see her fiddling with her hands beneath it.
She’s uneasy. She shouldn’t be.
Then again, it isn’t like she’s ever done anything like this before, but the same thing can be said of us. This is new to all of us, too. We’re in it together, and I’m confident in our ability to overcome it. This initial awkwardness will soon be a thing of the past, I just know it.
“Who cares what we think,” I say, scooting a little closer to her.
There’s still a foot between us, and frankly it’s too far.
I want her in my arms so badly it’s hard to think straight.
Staying away from her all these years was a practice in self-restraint, and I don’t know how I managed, to be frank. “What do you think?”
She looks away, at her lap, and nibbles her bottom lip in thought. “I guess I… I kind of feel like this is a dream. It doesn’t feel real, you know?”
“I get what you mean. We’re all so used to acting like nothing’s there.
Pretending. Now that things are out in the open…
it’s going to be an adjustment—” I pause and reach for her, tucking some of her blond hair behind her ear.
In the process, my fingertips graze her upper cheek, and she doesn’t pull away.
“—but, I think, it’s going to be a fun adjustment. ”
That gets her to blush and lift those pretty blue eyes at me. “Will your parents really approve of me? I mean, it’s one thing to be friends with their beta daughter, but it’s another thing to be their alpha sons’ omega.”
My brows crease. “Why wouldn’t they approve of you as our omega?”
“I’m not from a well-off family. I’m basically a nobody—”
I scoot closer to her and wrap an arm around her shoulders, pulling her in.
The comforting gesture comes naturally to me, and I am so beyond thrilled she doesn’t resist or try to push me away.
She lets me hold her, and just like that my heart is full.
“You’re not a nobody,” I tell her. “You’re everything.
You’ve been everything to us. You’ll always be everything.
” A grin spreads on my face. “Besides, our parents love you. They’ll be happy for us. ”
Noelle is so small, she fits perfectly in the crook of my arm as we sit there. She leans into me, against my chest, and closes her eyes, letting out a long, even breath. When she inhales, she murmurs, “You really do smell so good, Felix.”
My smile widens. “Yeah? I think you smell delicious.” To further my point, I bring my nose into her hair and sniff, and she responds by giggling and turning her head, and somehow we end up tipping over, the both of us falling down on the couch, my body on top of hers.
My nose finds her neck, and I breathe her in deeply, filling every bit of space in my lungs with her.
“Like apple pie,” I whisper against her neck as I nuzzle into her and make her giggle and squirm beneath me, “with a hint of cinnamon.”
“Is that what I smell like to you?” she asks, breathless.
I nod. “Mm-hmm. I could eat you up.” I nip at the skin over her scent gland, causing the omega to moan and writhe against me—and her body’s response makes everything in me go haywire. The others said they’d need a while… maybe I could have a little taste of this omega right now, while we wait.
I lift my head a bit and lean my nose against hers as I gaze down at her, the hunger rising deep inside me. Her eyes are half-lidded, her lips parted. She brings her hands to my chest, roaming them along my body until they reach my neck, where they curl around me and hold on.
She’s beautiful. She really is everything.
Just like that, I understand the stories of the alphas who lose their minds when they find their mates, the ones who offer to give it all up if it means they get to stay in the lives of their mates.
I would walk away from everything in my life if it meant I’d have Noelle by my side.
But she’d never ask me to do that. She is utter perfection.
I lower my mouth to hers, kissing her for the first time. The moment her lips touch mine, the moment they become pliant and eager, I only have a single thought: god, how much time we wasted. Too much. Way too much time.
Her lips on mine set my insides on fire. My entire body burns with need, my cock hardening in a matter of seconds. My heart pounds in my chest, my skin aflame. Everything in me goes crazy all at once, and I only have her to thank.
The slowness of the initial kiss fades as we get used to the feel of each other’s mouth on our own.
I memorize the way her soft, plump lips feel, how she moans when I nibble her bottom lip, how she parts them and lets my tongue explore.
Every graze of our tongues is fireworks, and every sound that escapes her I devour.
I never want to surface again. If she is the sea, I will gladly drown in her depths.
I will willingly drown in everything she is, and I’d do it with a smile on my face.
I know it right then: she is my forever.
She’s my eternity. My future has never looked brighter, now that I know she’ll forever be by my side.
Though I want to continue kiss her, I lift my mouth off hers and pant out, “Will you? Will you let me have a taste of you, Noelle?”
She swallows hard, and I know what’s on her mind.
“The others are busy. Miranda won’t come out of her room.
It’s just us. Just you and me right now.
” I lean my forehead against hers. “If you don’t want me to, I won’t—but just know I’m dying to have a true taste of you, omega.
” The desperation is evident in my voice, my tone huskier than I’ve ever heard it before.
I want her. God, I want her so badly, but if she doesn’t want me to, I won’t. I’ll be a gentleman and wait until she’s ready for that next step. It’ll be difficult, but I won’t push her to do anything she’s not comfortable with.
I might be an alpha, but I’m no asshole.
“Okay,” she whispers, and for a moment I wonder whether or not I heard her correctly, then the weight of that lone word falls upon me, and the excitement grows inside me so fast all I can do is bring my mouth down to hers and kiss her again.
Okay. Not exactly an enthusiastic response, but if I know her, she’s in her head, overthinking. Worried. Regardless, I’ll take it.
“Okay,” I repeat the word once I pull my mouth off hers.
“If you change your mind and want me to stop, just say the word, and I’ll stop.
If I do something you don’t like, tell me.
I want to taste you, but I also want to make you feel good.
” I nuzzle against her neck, and she coos beneath me, sending a shockwave through my system.
If my cock wasn’t already hard, that single sound from her would have turned it to steel.
She gives me a nod, wordlessly telling me she understands.
I close my eyes as I kiss her collarbone above her shirt, while my hands start to roam her body.
Over her chest, I cup her tits for a few seconds before my hands continue their dance along her body.
I move downward, following the trail of my hands, until I’m safely positioned between Noelle’s open thighs.
She wears pants right now, but that will be rectified soon enough.
In all my life, I don’t think I’ve ever wanted something so badly before. If she is a drug, I want to shoot her straight into my veins. Only she can bring me life and make me feel these things. She makes everything around me go hazy, and I never, ever want to see straight again.
I undo the button on her jeans, then the zipper. I tug them down her legs carefully, slowly, relishing in not only the look she gives me while I do it, but also to play into the anticipation of finally getting to taste this beautiful omega from the source.
And the panties she wears beneath those jeans? Fucking spectacular. Sexy as hell. I almost hate that I have to take them off her.
But off they must go.
I hook my fingers through her panties next and tug them down, dropping them off the side of the couch the same place I dropped her jeans.
The moment they come off, I can’t take my eyes off her.
Her bottom half is exposed to me, and never in my life have I ever seen something sexier.
Her pink folds glisten, practically oozing slick already, and inside me a hunger ignites.
Fuck, yeah. I need to taste her right now or I’ll lose it.
Lowering myself between those thighs, I breathe her in for only a second before I run my tongue along the curve of her body.
I dip my tongue inside her and, for the first time, get a taste of her pre-arousal.
The sweetness that meets my tongue is only a shadow of her true slick, and the promise of something even sweeter is what drives me forward—that, and the desire to make the omega feel better than she ever has in her life.
I’m not saying I’m a master at this sort of thing. Obviously, I’m not, but I’m more than willing to learn, to put in the work. If she’ll let me, I’ll practice every single day.