Chapter 17 #2
“You,” he says. “And I know she’s your scent match, but—” he steps closer to me, his eyes blazing—“if something happens, if she says the words, you’re out of this cabin and sleeping in the snow. You hurt her, do anything to make her uncomfortable, and you’re done.”
I understand why he’s saying this. I do.
But to imply that I could possibly hurt my scent match, that I would ever try to damage Maeve, makes me sick to my stomach and furious at the same time.
“The same goes for you, Logan,” Ivan adds cooly before I can give a retort.
I raise an eyebrow. Logan is Ivan’s boss, and my fury is replaced by genuine respect at the boundaries Ivan has set.
He’s known her the longest. He’s watching out for her.
I turn to Logan, who once again, looks like he might vomit.
“You have my word,” I tell Ivan solemnly, holding on to the last of myself control.
My scent match is asking for me, and this other Alpha that smells like her is standing in my way.
I know why he’s doing this—I understand his words, but right now, rational thought is hard to come by, especially when the urge to go fucking wild pulses through my veins.
“The storm should let up soon. There are enough supplies for her for now, but once we can, we need to place some deliveries.” he says. “We’re not leaving this place for at least a couple days.” Then, he steps out of the doorway and onto the porch. “Go to her. She’s asking for you.”
I nod at him, then head through the front room, ready to face her again.
I need to see her.
Being her scent match makes everything in my life brighter.
I have purpose. I have a reason.
And it’s Maeve.
Following her sweet scent, I push open the door to the bedroom, taking in the delicious sight.
She’s sitting up in bed, waiting for me. Her body is wrapped in blankets, and her purple hair is slightly tangled, and she’s a vision. With her flushed face, large pupils, and slight smile, I almost fall to my knees in front of her.
“Hey, you,” she croaks out, her voice hoarse. “Long time no see.”
That damn scent. My cock is rock hard, precum staining my boxers as I approach the bed.
Which, by the way, is the biggest fucking bed I’ve ever seen in my life.
Bite.
“Hey,” I try to smirk, but I’m sure it comes out more as a grimace. I take another step toward the bed, my hands shaking as I try to steady them.
Take. Touch. Taste.
“So…we’re kind of scent matches,” she breathes.
“Kind of.”
“I’m sort of in Heat.”
“Looks like it.” Another step. “Ivan said you asked for me.”
The room is burning hot. Sweat gathers down my spine and stains my neck.
“I did,” she says, breathless. “I—fuck—” she grimaces, and I sit at the foot of the bed, longing to touch her.
“Baby. What do you need?” I ask hurriedly.
It’s obvious another cramp is hitting her, and I sit there, helpless without her permission.
“Can you just…” she huffs out a long, slow breath. “Can you just hold me?”
“Yeah, of course.” I kick off my shoes, and she lets out a whimper of pain.
“Hurts,” she says.
“I know, baby. I know.” I join her in the nest, moving through her sea of blankets until I’m at the top of the bed with her, gathering her into my arms. We lean against the headboard, and she trembles under her blanket, her teeth chattering.
“Cold,” she whimpers. “I’m cold…”
I’m a living furnace. Heat radiates through my skin, and I’m overheated to the point that sitting naked in the snow would bring relief.
It has never been like this before.
“Tell me what to do. Come on, baby, tell me what to do.”
My cock is desperate for attention. It’s half knotted already its thickness pushing painfully against my pants.
“Keep me warm,” she huffs. “Fang…Alpha…”
Fuck fuckety fuck.
“Okay,” I say. “Okay. Tell me how.”
She burrows her face in my neck, inhaling my scent.
I freeze, biting my lip as hard as I can, sure to draw blood.
I won’t take over, unless she gives me permission.
Our dynamic is so delicate it could snap like a thread any minute, and I couldn’t live with myself if she regretted anything we do.
She doesn’t deserve that.
My scent match deserves the best Heat of her life, even if it only involves me holding her.
“Shirt off,” she groans. “I want to see you.”
“Yeah,” I hiss. “Yeah, sweetheart, of course.”
“Mmm. I like when you call me that.”
My head is spinning. “Yeah?”
“That’s what Ivan calls me.”
The jealousy shouldn’t be there, but I sense an irrational spike anyway.
“I can do it just as good as him, sweetheart.”
She moans, and the sound is music to my ears.
I gently move her so I can pull off my shirt, and her blanket falls away at the same time she presses her chest against mine. Her nipples are hard against my skin, sharp little points that send a spike of pleasure down my spine.
She’s in my arms. Naked.
The girl of my dreams, my scent match is in my arms.
I can’t help the purr that rumbles from my chest as she buries her face in the crook of my neck and inhales.
“Mmm,” she moans. “You smell so good.”
I grit my teeth and groan. “Fuck. You like the way I smell, Omega?”
“Yes, you smell so good, Alpha.”
And then she’s licking my neck, just like she did to Logan while I watched with envy.
Her delicate tongue suckles on my skin, the sensitive spots between my shoulder and jaw, and my purr increases.
“Fuck, baby. Is this what you needed? Just to scent me? Would that make my girl feel better?”
She sinks her teeth into my jaw, and a low, agonized sound leaves me. She hums in delight, rubbing her cheek against my stubble, marking me with her scent.
“That’s right, sweetheart. Stake your claim. Make sure everyone knows who your Alpha is.”
I never thought that Maeve would be the one to claim me, to mark me first and not the other way around, but I’m finding that I love it.
“Mine,” she hisses, then sinks her teeth in again.
My balls are going to burst. I’m going to come in my pants like I’ve never been touched in my life.
“Harder, Omega,” I groan. “Bite me harder.”
She mimics the mating bite I would give her, teeth like little fangs piercing my skin.
How ironic.
Her name should be Fang, the sexy little vampire Omega she is.
It’s a cross between Heaven and Hell.
I’m riding high on pleasure, on the knowledge that she’s asking for me and I’m providing for her.
But the agonizing part is I’m not inside her, not popping my knot the way I long to.
“You’re so pretty like that,” I tell her, my voice strained. My purr doesn’t stop though, no matter how hard or aggressively she sucks at my skin. “Marking me up, so everyone knows I’m yours.”
With another moan, she kicks the blanket off her entirely, and she’s suddenly in my lap, straddling me, her thighs on either side of my hips.
I stare and stare, meeting her hooded eyes and parted lips.
“Touch me,” she begs. “Alpha, touch me.”
Her naked cunt is directly against my erection, and I can feel how she’s already staining my jeans. Curtains of violet hair fall over her breasts, and she’s better than any fantasy I’ve ever had.
She’s also freezing cold with goosebumps pebbling over her skin when I place my hands on her waist.
She hisses and bucks her hips at my touch, and I push her down on my crotch, groaning at the friction.
“More,” she demands, and my head spins. “More.”
Take her. Give her everything.
But reality, not matter how much I hate it, stops me.
It takes every ounce of willpower to keep my hands where they are and not move them to her nipples or reach lower to gently massage her clit.
“I won’t fuck this up,” I tell her softly, and she tilts her head in confusion.
“What?” She thrusts her hips again, letting out a soft hiss, and grit my teeth.
I could let go. I could let this nagging thought evaporate and give in to exactly what she wants.
But she’s barely known me a month, and I can’t risk her regretting this later.
I may be strong, but I’m not so fucking strong that I can take my hands off her waist.
She’s completely naked on top of me with glassy eyes, looking like a forbidden angel.
“I won’t fuck this up with you,” I repeat, even as my breath stutters. “We don’t… you don’t know me that well.”
She stops moving against me, and her mouth falls open.
“Are you…are you rejecting me?”