Chapter 104
Chapter One-Hundred-Four
Harper
Omegas don’t usually need to be the ones to take charge, but I can tell by the way our one and only female mate is making Jay feel that I’m going to have to do something.
He wants to strip off and claim her like the savage he is, marking her before she gets a chance to think it over.
But he’s trying to make sure she’s not moving faster than she wants to, when clearly, all she can think about is how good it would feel to have our marks on her throat.
I guess he doesn’t know that second part for sure.
He’s not the one who can feel her desire as if it’s his own.
So, it looks like making a move is on me, and I’ll be honest, I’ve already used my best tactics.
This whole suite is doused with the scent of my perfume.
Despite the fact I’ve only been in here for a few minutes, this place already smells like my nest.
That’s usually enough to make my mates attend to me.
Unfortunately, Robin probably doesn’t understand why I’m so triggered, and Jay is ignoring the urge to cater to my needs.
Meanwhile my pants feel ready to burst open, and my slick is coming in thick and fast.
Robin is standing a few feet away from me, pensively eyeing my Beta as he shrugs out of his jacket. She’s having lusty feelings for sure. Her desire spikes when she sees he’s just as muscular as he looked under the jacket.
“Anyone for a game of strip poker?” I ask, attempting to address the elephant in the room with some good humor.
It goes down like a lead balloon.
Jay scowls at me, and Robin’s cheeks get even redder than they already were.
“Well, if we’re not going to get naked, I’m going to need the rest of that chocolate bar,” I tell Jay, deciding that consoling myself is probably for the best, at least until I can come up with a better plan than making silly jokes.
“Chocolate bar?” Robin asks, a hint of hope in her voice.
“You like chocolate?” I ask.
“I … I think so. I haven’t had any in a long time. I don’t remember what it’s like.”
Oh my God. I almost forgot where she came from.
My dick deflates instantly.
Here I am, with nothing but claiming on my mind, and the woman we came here to meet doesn’t even remember what chocolate is like. She was treated like a slave before she was rescued. Her own wants and needs were ignored. Guilt floods through me.
All I want now is to help her get anything and everything she’s ever wanted.
“Well, then, you need to try this. It’s the best chocolate I’ve had in ages.”
I hold my hand out to Jay, and he looks at me for a second before he puts his jacket over the chair in front of him. “I have more in my bag. Give me a second.”
He has more … I knew he was holding out on me!
I can’t exactly give him grief for that considering it means we can give it to Robin, but I’m a little bit mad that he took the last bit of that other bar away from me earlier now.
“Let’s go sit down,” I suggest, motioning to the huge leather sofa.
“Sure,” Robin agrees, moving toward the couch and sitting down close to the furthest away arm.
Her emotions are a little more stable now, and a lot less ruled by the desire my perfume pushed her into.
I’m going to have to be careful. It’s not exactly an easy thing to control, but I can be a bit more conscious of my body, enough to keep my instinct to perfume under wraps until she really wants to be claimed.
This is why Omegas shouldn’t be in control of these situations.
We’re too ready to rush headfirst into whatever feels best.
There are other things to consider here.
So, Jay’s the one who should set the tone.
He’s the Delta. He knows best.
I need to remember that.
With that in mind, I sit on the corner section of the L-Shaped sofa, leaving a decent sized space between me and Robin. Distance feels like the smart move here.
Kicking off my shoes, I curl up in that corner space, feet on the edge, knees up, arms around my legs. I rest my chin on my knees while we wait for Jay.
Robin slips out of her shoes and curls her legs under her, elbow resting on the arm of the couch, head resting on her hand.
Good. We’re getting comfy.
That’s never bad news.
Jay steps back into the room, with three big bars of chocolate in his hands.
“Hey!” I complain, realizing he really has been holding out on me.
He gives me a warning glance, and I push back the tirade I want to unleash.
Being a drama queen isn’t always cute.
I don’t want Robin to think I’m a whiny little bitch.
“I have a few varieties,” Jay explains, before he takes up the space between us.
Robin sits up straighter, legs dropping back down as her eyes light up.
“There are different kinds?”
Jay presses his lips together, and I can feel that spark of anger in him as if it’s mine, partly because I’m feeling the same thing at the same time. The difference is my anger is quickly doused by sadness. Our new mate has missed out on so much.
She’s spent most of her life so far sheltered from everything the outside world has to offer.
So many experiences were stolen from her.
At least we can help give her some of them now.
“Salted caramel is next level,” I tell her. “But you should try the plain milk stuff first. It’s the classic, and it’s really the best if you ask me.”
“I’ll take your word for it,” she says.
Jay passes me the salted caramel bar, and the dark cherry one.
They’re nice, but I prefer plain old milk chocolate.
I don’t think he brought them here for me.
I can’t help but smile as he opens the bar in his hands.
He brought those fancy bars for Robin.
I don’t know how he knew, but he always seems to know.
“Here,” he murmurs, breaking a couple of pieces off and handing them to her.
She offers him back one piece and he actually takes it.
He’s not going to eat it. He never …
He puts it in his mouth, and she does the same thing.
Her eyes light up so brightly when she starts to chew.
The sounds she makes are sexy and sweet all at once.
Jay’s enjoying his, too, or maybe he’s just happy because she is.
It’s kind of hard to tell.
“That was so good,” she admits, sounding kind of surprised.
Jay gives her another piece.
“Thanks,” she murmurs, as she takes it from him.
The way she looks at him, like she’s wondering what he tastes like, is enough to remind me I’m supposed to be avoiding thinking about what comes next for us.
I take in a deep breath, trying one of Falcon’s tactics for calming down.
I’m not sure it’s working, but I’ve got nothing else.
Robin eats that second piece of chocolate and looks back at Jay.
He starts to break off another piece, and she puts her hand over his.
My heart starts to hammer as she reaches up to run her fingers over his jawline.
“I know you can control your instincts, but what if I told you, you don’t have to?”