18. Jonah
Chapter 18
Jonah
Shiloh and I make sure that Abby gets into her car safely. I open Shiloh’s door and place all her crafting supplies and scooter in the trunk.
I barely have my door shut when Shiloh grips the sides of my jacket and brings me in for a bruising kiss. I can’t help but moan into her mouth, one of my hands tangling in her hair while the other lightly collars her throat.
She was so kind, so empathetic toward Abby. It made me even more attracted to her. Shiloh is a better person than me. If an Alpha that previously had a crush on her ran into us like Abby did, I’m not sure I could have given them an ounce of kindness.
I probably shouldn’t have eavesdropped on their conversation, but I did. Not only did she tell Abby she deserved more, she also said we were hers, that we were spoken for. It sent a sense of pride through me that despite everything Shiloh has been through, she’s still so compassionate to others.
She was meant for us. I just know it.
Her tongue slips between my lips and I have no other option but to kiss her deeper. Hoping that she can feel how much I want her, how much she turns me on. I was sold on her being our Omega based on her looks and the way she needed us during her heat. But getting glimpses of who Shiloh truly is? I’m even more obsessed, I’m falling hard and I want my mark on her sooner than later.
Her lemony scent fills the cab, and my cock hardens. Part of me wants to lie her over the center console and fuck her until she’s screaming my name, but there’s something holding me back. There’s this incessant need to be gentle with her. I’ve already accidentally caused her harm once, and I’ll never do that again.
She’s so much smaller than me and she needs to be handled with care. She’s precious, and she’s mine.
I pull back from the kiss and she whines, her brown eyes slowly blinking open as she stares at me with a hazy expression. She licks her full lips and I lean in and kiss her once more.
“We should get home,” I say, clearing my throat, and I go to drop my hands away.
Shiloh doesn’t let me, her hand coming up to hold my hand against her slender throat. I can feel her heartbeat against my fingertips. Her pulse is sped up and soothing as I rub my thumb against her soft, smooth skin.
“I’m not made of glass, Jonah,” she says softly.
“I know that,” I reply, and she arches a dark eyebrow at me.
“You know, if I didn’t have this cast on, I’d be crawling into your lap right now.”
“Yeah, I’m well aware that if I didn’t break your ankle, things would be different,” I say, immediately wanting to take the words back.
Shiloh drops my hand and I figure I’ve truly gone and fucked things up. She surprises me when her small hand grips my chin, forcing me to look at her.
“New rule. We don’t bring up the ankle again.”
“It’s hard to ignore.”
“Well, I’m the Omega. Your Omega, if I remember correctly,” she says with a smirk and I can’t help it as a smile takes over my face, against my will.
“You liked that?”
“I liked it so much. Do you want to know how much?” she says almost as softly as the press of her lips against mine. “Hmm? Do you want me to show you how much you pleased your Omega? What a good Alpha you are. Do you need a reminder, Jonah?” My name on her lips is like a caress.
I slowly forget about the accident and try to let my guilt take a back seat. Shiloh grabs my hand and places it on her thigh, moving our hands inch by inch, until I’m playing with the side of her panties.
“Are you wet for me, princess?”
“So wet,” she replies, pushing our fingers past her panties as we drag our fingers against her drenched pussy.
I lean forward, my nose at the base of her neck, inhaling her scent like I need it to function. She unzips her coat with her free hand, giving me room to kiss her neck, and I take it. I’m a selfish fucking bastard.
I know I don’t deserve her easy forgiveness, or how sweetly she’s touching her cunt with me, but I’ll take it nonetheless. She’s mine and my guilt is mine to bear, not hers.
Eventually her fingers drop away, leaving just my hand to play with her dripping cunt.
“What has you this wet? Was it when I called you mine?” I ask, nipping at the flesh behind her ear.
She moans and rocks her hips against my hand. “Everything. The scooter, the trip to the craft store. But especially you calling me yours with no hesitation,” she says, her heavy-lidded eyes meeting mine.
I slide two fingers into her, and slick gushes down my hand as my thumb strums her clit.
“I already had no doubts, but now that I’m getting to know you, it was fucking fate. You were meant to be my Omega. This pussy is mine, you’re fucking mine.”
She grabs on to my forearm; her nails leaving crescent marks in their wake as her head hits the back of the seat rest. Her plush lips part on a moan as I fuck her faster with my hand.
“Come for me, princess, please. Let me feel that sweet pussy tighten on my fingers. Please,” I nearly beg as she falls apart.
Her cunt clenches around my fingers as wetness coats my hand and my passenger’s seat. She pants, her chest falling and rising as she looks at me with a smile. Leaning forward and kissing me softly.
Her cheek is cold, so I kiss it before pulling my fingers out of her. She watches intently as I place them in my mouth, licking off her essence like a man possessed. Her scent thickens for a moment and I smile when I pop them out of my mouth, wiping the rest on my shirt.
“Let’s get you home so you can get warm and work on your projects.”
She clears her throat. “What about you?” she asks.
“Later,” I promise her.
“You better not just be saying that,” she says, readjusting her dress and putting her buckle on as she points at me like she means business. At least the house isn’t too far from here.
“I wouldn’t dare,” I say, pulling out of the parking lot and placing a reassuring hand on her thigh. My hand moves back and forth, trying to warm her chilled skin.
Once we’re home, I get her scooter set up, and grab all of her bags as we take the elevator to the living room level.
“Where have you two been?” Cole asks as he sips his coffee, the mug humorously reads ‘World’s Best Pilot’.
Highly Debatable.
Mack is nowhere to be seen, which is pretty standard, but I was hoping he would make more of an effort with Shiloh living here. Hell, he was also in agreement on courting her. Maybe he just has no fucking clue what he’s doing? Cole and I should probably have a talk with him to see where his head is at.
“Shiloh had some shopping she needed to do, is all.”
“Oh, that’s all?” Cole says in disbelief as he walks over to Shiloh and gives her a chaste kiss.
“Did pack Alpha do salacious things to you in his new car? The one he won’t even let us ride in?” Cole says, cutting me a little glare.
“I can’t recall. A lady never tells. But can you grab me some clean clothes to wear?” she says, basically zooming over toward the couch.
I knew the scooter would be a game changer. She looked absolutely miserable whenever she used the crutches. I wanted to offer to carry her around everywhere and then remembered that’s exactly how she’s in this predicament to begin with, so the scooter was the next best option.
I place her bags next to her as she digs around them.
“What’s all this?” Cole asks, clean clothes in hand.
“Just some projects to keep me busy. Oh, I can put it all in my room so it’s not in a shared space. I’m so sorry,” she says, getting ready to put her craft supplies back in the bag. Grabbing the clean clothes Cole grabbed for her.
“This is your house, too. You can do your projects anywhere you want. You can take up space, Shiloh. We want you to,” Cole says.
“You say that now. But when there’s diamond art in the dining room and yarn everywhere else, you’ll change your mind.”
My brows furrow. “If you want a craft room, we can definitely make that happen, but Cole’s right. Do your projects wherever you want, whatever makes you feel comfortable here. “
She blushes, but gives a quick tilt of her chin in understanding.
“In that case, can you open this?” She holds out a package and Cole goes to the kitchen to get the scissors and open up her project.
“I have a few things I need to take care of at work. I’ll grab dinner on my way home. Any requests?” I ask.
Shiloh looks to Cole, who’s fumbling around with getting the plastic open. It’s almost like she doesn’t realize her opinion on what we have to eat at dinner is the most important.
“Oh, me?”
“Yes you,” I say lightheartedly.
Part of me wants to find her ex-pack and choke them all out one by one. How could they make her feel so small, so insignificant? Maybe I should run a background check? I quickly let all those thoughts slip away.
This pack needs to be built on trust. When Shiloh wants to share more, she will. And then I can track them down and make them regret ever making her ever feel unimportant.
“Is there a good Indian spot around here?” she asks.
“Cole will show you the menu. Just text me what you want. Have fun on your projects,” I say, leaning down and kissing her head.
I may or may not rub myself against her hair, marking her even more heavily with my scent.
“Have fun,” I say as I leave the house and get back into my car that smells like the Omega I’m having a very hard time leaving right now.
This morning was good, more than good. Maybe we should plan a trip or something so that we can spend even more time getting to know her. With her cast, the beach is out, so is a winter retreat. Fuck. I’ll think of something.
My phone rings and I press the button to pick up the call, it’s my brother Axel.
“What?” I ask as my younger brother laughs down the line.
“Do you kiss your new little Omega with that rude ass mouth?” he asks and I consider hanging up on him right there.
“What do you want? I’m on my way to the office.”
“Fine, fuck you, I won’t tell you what mom’s planning. Have fun getting surprised with that shit,” he says, but he doesn’t hang up the phone.
I sigh and give in. It’s not that I don’t love my brother, I’d do anything for him, it’s just he can be the biggest pain in the fucking ass. When he didn’t designate as an Alpha, we were all shocked and had to put up with even more of his erratic behavior. He needs to find a pack or else I’m worried he’s going to let all of this eat him up and make even worse decisions than he already has.
“What’s she planning?”
“Some last-minute fundraiser in an attempt to get you to bring your Omega to New York to meet her. I think she’s hoping Claire finds a pack at one of these events.”
“I’m sure she loves that,” I say, smiling.
It was a shock to no one when Claire designated as an Omega. It’s also not a surprise that she hasn’t found a pack yet. While some Omegas may have an issue knowing their worth, my sister is more than aware of hers.
“She hates all these rich pricks just as much as I do,” Axel says.
“What do you mean? You are a rich prick.”
“But they’re separate issues. I’m a prick who happens to be rich. I can’t help it that we all got trust funds.”
“Yeah, and what are you doing with your trust fund currently?”
“Vegas was calling my name,” he replies, and I roll my eyes. “Mom called and said to make sure I was in New York in two weeks. Thought I’d give you the heads up.”
“I appreciate it.”
“So…you’re really settling down?” I swear there’s just a tiny bit of jealousy in that statement, and I never know what to say.
The moment he didn’t designate was the moment mine and my brother’s relationship got complicated. I had something he wanted, and he didn’t know how to handle that, just like I didn’t know how to comfort him or lessen the blow.
“So, I guess I’ll be seeing you in two weeks?”
“Guess so, looking forward to meeting her. Bye, Jo,” he says, hanging up the line, and I wonder how I can fix these years of tension between the two of us.
One thing at a time. Right now I need to make Shiloh fall in love with me in the next two weeks before my family scares her away.