Chapter 6 #2
She’s teasing, I know she is, but that doesn’t stop my dick from growing even harder and a rumble to build in my chest. “Liv, baby, here’s another lesson for you. Don’t call an alpha sir unless you want to get your pretty little ass spanked or your bratty mouth filled with a cock.”
She presses her knees together. Her voice is breathless and husky when she says, “Oh.”
Fuck, I like the way she sounds.
Swallowing, I focus on being good. “Now, can you please be a good omega and let me cuddle the hell out of you while we watch a cheesy romance?”
Her breath puffs against my neck as she quietly chuckles. I grab the remote and flip through some options, asking Liv for her opinion until we land on a movie we both think looks good.
She’s stiff at first, her muscles bunched and locked, like she’s not sure if she’s allowed to relax into me.
But after twenty minutes of me running the pads of my fingers up and down her arms, her spine, and the outside of her thighs, Liv turns to putty.
I feel like I’ve accomplished something great when she melts against me.
Even when she was a kid, I’m not sure Olivia knew how to relax.
Henry got away with a lot of shit because he was older and an alpha.
But Liv? She’s spent her whole life trying to contort herself into whatever vision her parents had.
No wonder she second-guesses herself on everything.
“Liv?” I hold her closer.
“Hmm?”
“About the scent control. I hope I didn’t make you feel like I was pressuring you before.
” I want to be someone who helps draw her out of her shell, not add another layer of pressure.
Even if I’m dying to find out what she smells like.
Would her scent be floral and rich or sweet and sugary, like a fresh-baked cookie?
Shifting against me, Liv turns so she can meet my eyes.
“I didn’t feel pressured. It’s just been easier for me to take them.
With going to school and then getting the position in London, I didn’t want anything to distract me from my goals, and I didn’t want to become a distraction at the lab.
I never intended to take them or my heat control forever, but I suppose, in some ways, life is easier with the medicine. More predictable and defined.”
“It lets you feel more in control.”
“I guess so.”
It makes sense that Liv would crave control when she probably grew up feeling like she had so little of it. If she couldn’t grasp freedom, she could at least grapple for control.
And that’s when it hits me. Liv doesn’t need to learn how to be an omega. She needs to learn how to let go and trust herself. She needs to learn how to trust other people to care about her and be a safe place to lose control.
“I can’t guarantee that going off the medicine won’t make you lose some of that control, but I can promise that I’ll be there with you.” Reaching out, I push a strand of dark hair away from her face. “Do you think you might be willing to give it a try?”
Liv’s heart kicks up. I can feel it thrumming as she’s pressed against me. Her soulful cinnamon eyes bounce as she studies my expression. Hesitation wars with a more primal desire I know well. To be seen and known. I grin when she lets out a quiet puff of air and nods.
“Yes, Sawyer. I’ll give it a try. I won’t take the scent control anymore.”
“Such a brave omega,” I whisper, giving in to the impulse I’ve been fighting since the moment this gorgeous siren walked through my door.
Softly, slowly, I slant my mouth over hers.
I’m careful not to lose control, because, despite Liv propositioning me for sex, I’m not sure how much experience she has, even with something as simple as kissing.
When her mouth opens on a gasp, I sweep my tongue along the inside seam of her lips and deepen the kiss. Her body responds instinctively, and then she’s straddling my lap. It’s fucking torture. The only barrier between us is my jeans and a thin scrap of black lace.
Our kiss deepens, and Liv’s hips start to rock, her body seeking friction. I want to fuck her. Knot her.
Shit. Keep it together, asshole. She’s not ready for that.
“Liv,” I say, groaning as she grinds a little faster now. “Baby, you have to stop.”
“Hmm?” Her eyes are closed as she peppers kisses across my jaw. She’s losing herself in the sensation of it all, and I feel like a prick for stopping her, but I’m not going to let her first time be on a couch where I can’t even scent her.
With all the restraint I can muster, I grasp Liv’s hips and hold her still. “We have to stop. It’s getting late, and you have to work tomorrow.”
Her cheeks are flushed such a pretty pink, and her eyes are glassy with lust, but at the word work, they start to clear. She shakes her head—adorable—then peels herself off of me. “Right. Work. Yeah. Can’t show up late when I’m still new at this lab.”
“Why don’t we plan on doing this again in a few days? Do you want to come over here again? I’ll pick you up.” I stand when she does and pull her into a tight hug so she doesn’t feel like I’m rejecting her again.
“I can drive, or Nigel can bring me,” she murmurs, snuggling into my chest.
“All right. Let’s get you home. I’ll drive.”
“I can call Nigel to pick me up.”
“Nigel may be an old man, but right now, I’m a little jealous you’d rather have him take you home.”
“Oh, I hadn’t thought of that.”
Pulling back, I gaze down at her. “I’m an alpha.
That means I’m selfish. Jealous when it doesn’t make sense.
” I lean down and kiss her, pulling away before I’m really ready, but I’m still trying to move slow.
I rest my forehead against hers. “Liv. I’m going to want as much time with you as I can get.
Any alpha courting you would feel the same,” I add quickly, hoping she hasn’t caught on to my very much forgetting the fake dating plot.
“Oh,” she murmurs, chewing on her bottom lip and averting her gaze.
God, that pink in her cheeks has my mind wandering to images of her on the bed, flushed with desire. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone so beautiful. If she meets my pack and they like her? Fuck fake dating. I might want to court this pretty omega for real.