Chapter 23
My scent match made me a scarf.
The thought plays on a loop in my mind the entire walk through campus to the parking lot and the drive out to the edge of town.
The only thing that finally breaks me out of my state of awe is Posey’s thrilled squeal when Mack pulls up to the Harbor Days fall festival.
We were originally going to take her bowling but when I remembered this was going on, I suggested we bring her here instead.
Now, as I watch our girl bouncing on her toes with excitement as she eyes all the different activities, I’m really fucking glad we did.
All three of us have our scarves wrapped around our necks, mine a mix of light and dark greens with a white ‘P’ on the end, Parker's a deep navy blue with the same, and Mack’s a dark red with even darker burgundy border and an ‘M’ on the end.
Posey doesn’t have a scarf on, but she’s wearing a thick sweater that looks incredibly soft, and a pair of jeans that fit her so well the company should be paying her to advertise for them.
“You brought me to a carnival?” She squeaks, clapping as she takes a turn kissing each of us on the cheek. My hand immediately flies up to cup my cheek protectively, desperate to savor the feel of her lips on me, no matter how brief the contact was.
Almost crying over her gift was mortifying, but I’ve never had a girl care so much about me she made me something by hand. Let alone something as beautiful as this scarf. I don’t think I’ll ever take it off. Lifting the soft material to my face, I inhale and get a lungful of her potent scent.
I wonder if she worked on these in her nest.
Fuck, I can’t think of Posey in her nest right now or I’m going to get a boner.
And there are children here, so that would be wildly inappropriate.
Usually after dark all the families with kids go home, but for right now, the festival is packed to the brim with teenagers, couples, performers, and everything in between.
Posey looks over her shoulder at me with an excited grin, holding out her hand, and that is an invitation I will absolutely never refuse.
I tangle my fingers with hers, noting how perfectly her hand fits in mine.
She leans her head against my arm and sighs, content to let us lead as we take her on a tour of all the different booths and things to do.
I lean down to press a kiss to her hair, silently cursing the awkward angle. “What do you want to do first, sweetheart?”
She hums, fingers trailing nonsensical patterns across my bicep.
The contact makes me shiver, goosebumps spreading down my arms. Of course she notices, biting her lip to hold back a smile.
“The rides are best at night, so maybe we can go to some of the booths first and also grab a bite? I can smell something deep fried and deliciously sugary, and my mouth is already watering.”
Mack does a fist pump, making her laugh. Parker rolls his eyes, but it’s much more affectionate than his usual look. “Mack’s favorite activity at any of the town events is eating. He can put down enough food to feed the entire baseball team and be hungry again an hour later.”
The big guy just shrugs, unbothered. “You try being 6’7, two-hundred-fifty pounds, and running bases almost every day.
Then tell me you aren’t hungry all the time.
” He turns to Posey, flashing a slightly embarrassed smile.
“It’s so bad during the season I have to carry protein bars and an extra lunch with me in case I can’t get home before practice to eat.
But honestly, I always have some sort of snack on me even outside of baseball season.
” He pulls a packet of trail mix and a meat stick out of his pocket as proof.
Posey giggles, linking her other arm through his with a sweet smile.
“I’m not much of a big meal person, and it drives my mom crazy.
I’m pretty sure I could survive off of snacks alone for the rest of my life and be completely happy.
But that also means I eat more often than most people.
Maybe we can find a time to take snack breaks together during the day?
I know it might not be possible during baseball season, but for now? ”
Mack looks like he’s going to pass out from excitement, nodding like a bobblehead as his eyes glimmer with what looks suspiciously like tears. “I would love that, pretty girl. Snacks and seeing you? My dream date.”
She laughs loudly, ensnaring all of us once again.
Even Parker, who up until a few days ago was the grumpiest guy on the planet, is staring at the little omega with stars in his eyes and a besotted grin on his lips.
He holds out a hand towards Posey and as soon as she places hers in it, he pulls our omega out from between me and Mack with a smirk.
“Let’s see what kind of trouble we can get ourselves into, flower. ”
I’ve been watching Posey for the last few hours and have come to the conclusion that everything she does is almost obscenely precious.
She spent at least five minutes at each booth talking to the vendors and getting to know their life stories, and the three of us just sat back and watched in complete awe at the way she effortlessly makes friends with every person she meets.
The other person always walks away with a smile on their face, and I think that perfectly encompasses our omega as a person.
She’s sunshine and kindness personified.
Once it got dark we finally wandered into the rides portion of the grounds.
Posey has been eyeing the massive ferris wheel for a while now, her eyes narrowed like she’s thinking hard about something.
Parker is an adrenaline junkie and Mack just can’t seem to tell our omega no, so they’re the ones who have been accompanying her on most of the rides.
I’m not brave enough to go on the fast ones or anything that spins, so I’ve been her partner for all of the games.
Now, though, she directs her attention right at me.
There’s a wide, wicked smile on her gorgeous face, and I know I’m screwed before she even opens her mouth.
When Posey gives me that look, there isn’t a snowball’s chance in hell of me telling her no.
“Paxton,” she sings, holding out a hand for mine as Mack and Parker titter in the background.
“Will you go on the ferris wheel with me?”
I eye the wheel skeptically, wondering when the last safety inspection on this thing was. “I don’t know… that thing looks like one light breeze will knock it over, sweetheart.”
She pokes her bottom lip out and I crumble instantly. “Fine,” I sigh. Pointing at the two yahoos egging her on, I make my voice as serious as I can. “But I swear to god if we die on this thing, I’m coming back to haunt you both and hogging our omega for all of eternity.”
Their smug expressions drop and now it’s my turn to smirk. Posey just laughs, dragging me to what I’m positive will be my death.
“If you really don’t want to go on it I won’t make you,” she says just before we step into line for the ride.
I pull her to me and place a kiss on the top of her head. Inhaling her sweet scent relaxes me marginally, and a quiet purr kicks up in my chest. “It’s not that I don’t want to…” I trail off, dreading admitting this to her. “I’m just fucking terrified of heights.”
Her eyes dart to mine, lips parting in surprise.
“Pax!” She smacks my chest. I feign injury trying to get her to smile, but she doesn’t take the bait.
Her expression shift to one of concern. “I can go alone or get Parker or McKenzie to come with me. I don’t want you suffering because of some silly whim I had. ”
I shake my head, determination steeling my spine.
“No.” I say firmly. The last thing I ever want is to stifle her whimsy.
It’s one of my favorite things about her.
“First of all, it’s not a silly whim. I don’t ever want to hear you describing something you want as silly.
Second, I’m going on this death wheel with you.
I might just need you to hold my hand so I don’t pass out. ”
She giggles, but I’m really not joking. The chances of me passing out are extremely high.
The attendant calls for us to enter the little gondola thing, and I thank every deity I can think of this isn’t some rickety bucket seat with a measly bar to keep us from plummeting to our death.
These are more like the actual gondolas you see at a ski resort, with waist-high walls and the top entirely enclosed in glass.
As soon as we enter the tiny cabin, I sit down and don’t hesitate to yank Posey down next to me.
She stifles a laugh and places her small hand on my thigh, distracting me from the door shutting until we start to move.
My eyes are like saucers, darting around to look out every window as we climb high into the sky.
“Did you know this ride is fifteen minutes long?” Posey’s voice is all saccharine innocence as she drops to her knees in front of me.
My eyes are still comically wide, but now for a whole new reason. “Wh-what are you doing, sweetheart?” I stutter.
She bites down on her bottom lip, eyes hooded and shining with lust. “Distracting you. Thanking you. Worshiping you. Take your pick.”
I choke, coughing as her hands fumble with my zipper. “You don’t worship me, Posey. I’m your—I hope to be your alpha. I should be the one on my knees for you.” I try to pull her up, but she slaps my hands away and pulls down the zipper on my jeans instead.
“And you can,” she shrugs. “Another time. If it makes you feel any better, I’ve never done this before. It might be terrible anyway.”
I snort, amused and momentarily forgetting about the height when my erection springs free, bouncing off my stomach.
You would think facing one of my biggest fears would deter my hormones, but I guess my attraction to Posey bypasses all of that.
“Even if it was the worst blow job in the world, which it won’t be, I’d still probably come in under ten minutes. ”
My omega gets a wicked look in her eye and runs her tongue along the underside of my shaft. I groan, bucking my hips as she hums quietly. “Let’s make it five,” she whispers before swallowing me almost to my knot in one go.
“Holy fucking hell.” I grunt, placing a hand on the back of her head.
I don’t press, just knead the back of her neck as she makes me see stars.
Her tongue traces each vein in my shaft as she bobs her head.
The cabin is filled with the combined sounds of our pleasure: my curses and groans, her quiet whimpers and muffled moans.
It’s killing me that I can’t take care of her, but I promise myself that when we get home I’ll eat her out until she can’t see straight.
“Fuck, Posey. You’re so goddamn good, sweetheart.
” My hips buck when her teeth graze my shaft and she gags.
The sound unlocks something inside me. Something darker than I’ve ever felt with another partner.
Posey must hear my breath hitch because her eyes land on mine, understanding filling them.
She pulls off my cock with a soft pop and smiles up at me, that mischief back in her eyes. “Use me, Pax. Take what you need.”
I curse, gripping her hair in one hand and tugging until she moans.
“You’ll tap my thigh twice if it’s too much?
” I’ve read a few books that talked about things like this, and I remember that being a common signal when a partner can’t speak.
She nods, and I guide her back to my cock.
My knot is starting to swell at the base, a sign that I’m close to coming.
I’d much rather it be in her mouth than on the floor of this ride.
This time when I place a hand on her head I push and she sucks me all the way into her mouth, gagging when my dick hits the back of her throat.
The sound spurs me on, and I fuck her face with abandon, any previous hesitation forgotten with that single sound.
My free hand grips hers and pushes it off my thigh and between her legs.
“Touch yourself,” I growl. “I can see you rubbing those pretty thighs together. Are you wet right now?”
A muffled moan is her only response, but she does what I told her to, slipping a hand into her jeans. The slick sound of her pussy reaches my ears and I groan, throwing my head into the glass behind me. “Those fucking noises. I’m gonna come, sweetheart. You want it?”
I let her pull back, both horrified and turned the hell on when I see the mascara-tinged tears trickling down her cheeks. “I want to taste you, alpha. Please?”
A deeper growl rips out of my throat and I push her back down, letting a slew of curse words out when she swallows around my head and grips my knot as tight as she can in her small fist. “Coming,” I choke out, barely giving her any warning to swallow before the first rope of cum hits the back of her throat.
My mouth waters watching her try to swallow it all, and when some escapes out the side of her lips, I scoop it up with my thumb and reach my hand into her shirt, spreading it along her sternum and up to the hollow of her throat.
She cries out, the sound barely muffled by my cock as she trembles beneath me, the hand that was just in her pants moves to rest on my thigh, fingers glistening with her slick.
Not willing to wait until later to taste her, I take her fingers and slip them into my mouth, sucking each digit clean until all I can taste is Posey.
A snarl escapes when her flavor coats my tongue, and she pants in response, collapsing into me.
I haul her into my lap and curl my body around her, noticing for the first time we’re stalled at the very top of the wheel.
My hand cups her cheek, gently wiping some of her tears away and trying to fix her eye makeup the best I can. “Are you okay?”
Her expression is content, eyes shiny and fully sated. “That was so freakin’ hot,” she says dreamily.
I choke on a laugh, holding her closer and inhaling the potent mix of our combined arousal. Knowing she’ll smell like me the rest of the night soothes whatever feral instinct she just brought out and makes me feel a little bit more like myself and less like a horny, mindless alpha.
She is a total knockout all the time but right now, like this?
Flushed cheeks that make her freckles stand out, tousled hair, and a dreamy expression on her face?
She’s breathtaking. I finally do what I’ve been wanting to since the day I met her and kiss each freckle I see, memorizing the perfect constellations with my lips.
By the time we’re back on the ground where Parker and Mack can give us hell, our cheeks are a matching shade of pink, her lips are swollen, and I feel like the luckiest damn alpha that ever lived.