11. Sweet Manifestation Of Mine
Sweet Manifestation Of Mine
~ICARUS~
S weet heavens.
My groan of relief gets lost in the hollows of this little Omega’s mouth as I dominate her lips the moment their soft touch presses mine.
I need to keep that in the depths of my mind to remind her that she initiated the madness that I can’t possibly contain—not after tonight, especially dealing with beating the shit out of those douchebags and dealing with Eren’s whining ass.
I’ve been begging for this form of sensual escape for weeks. Heck, months!
That’s the truth.
Why Omegas are far more important than we cocky Alphas want to admit.
We struggle to confess how their mere attention can turn a horrible day into sunshine with their mere presence.
How a single touch electrifies your body with pulsing need and purpose.
Kissing her now makes me want to bend to her will. Protect her from anyone who dares try to harm her. Shield her from anyone who dares talk shit about her in any way.
Derogative or not, Eren’s words and the potential idea Astraea is Blair Vesper are making my blood boil. To think he could brush aside the talent and capabilities this woman carries, all because she’s an Omega.
It was baffling. Insulting. Maddening.
The only reason I didn’t go off was because of her.
That look of deflating defeat as his words got under her skin.
I need to change that.
Breaking the kiss makes her gasp for breath, just like me, but I further still her by wrapping my hand around the front side of her neck, drawing her attention as those doe eyes flicker with lust.
Fuck… she needs to look at me like that with my cock deep in her mouth…
“Are you Vesper?” I have to know. “Yes or No.”
She stares into my eyes, and I know she’s struggling. Her response will prove she trusts me enough with something that’s a secret or that I’ve yet to give the impression I won’t rat her out the moment we part ways. I wouldn’t blame her for either, but there’s something different about tonight.
She has to realize parting ways won’t be the case.
“Yes.”
She stares firmly into my eyes, not as though she regrets revealing the truth.
“Okay,” I begin and lean in close so she can hear my words. “You keep writing those badass, multi-million-dollar songs, understood?”
I see the shock in her eyes as she grasps my words. The threads of relief and confusion soon follow, and I can see her fighting for some sort of response that expresses how she feels.
“But…” She bites her bottom lip, unsure if she should say her next words. She makes the resolve and quietly whispers, “He said Omegas don’t deserve careers and stuff.”
“Eren is a stubborn douche who got left by his pack’s potential Omega because she wanted to pursue becoming a doctor, and none of the pack approved of it,” I reveal the small tidbit that very few know about Eren and his musical band of Alphas. His whole pack is a part of their band, which is unique compared to Nate and Kenji, who are the only two from our pack who are in musical collaboration. “He’s bitter because her mark never faded from him, meaning he’s yet to move on from her, and they can’t reap the benefits of having an Omega anymore like before. That’s why he’s desperate for a handout of any kind.” I want her to see his perspective, not to pity him, but to understand that she’s not the problem. He is.
“I don’t tolerate that bullshit.” I shake my head. “No one in our pack does.”
“Meaning… you’re the leader?”
“Temporarily.”
She gives me a hard stare, but her eyes are dipping back to my lips.
My little Omega needs to override that level of curiosity of hers.
“So, why don’t we do this,” I instruct, drawing her attention back to my determined gaze. Because I have every intention of loving this woman tonight. “We can do what our bodies are begging for and answer questions later, or you can wait for me to take a cold-as-fuck shower to calm the fuck down because I can’t answer anything else with your scent hypnotizing me.”
She smirks at the options, and there’s that spark of confidence as she leans in closer and enjoys inhaling my closeness. The way she lets out a purr makes the hairs on my arms rise in desire, all while that rumble of a growl is drumming against the inside my chest in validation.
Fuck. I’m dangerously smitten with this Omega.
“ I’m leaning toward Option One with an exception.”
My sense of curiosity gets the better of me.
“What is it, Pretty Omega?”
“We fuck, get these desires out of our system, and take a cold shower to clear our minds after,” she suggests, a sweet dessert I’m ready to devour. “Then I ask all the questions I want.”
“If that plan includes knowing your name, then fuck yeah.”
I do know her name, but she doesn’t know that.
I also doubt Blair Vesper’s is her legal name, or she would have been found out ages ago.
Her smile radiates her whole face, especially her eyes.
God, I love her eyes. They’re on the opposite spectrum of mine.
“Astraea,” she whispers. “Or Rae.”
“Or Pretty Omega,” I whisper as I cup her cheek and still her face so I can lightly kiss the corner of her lip. “Though, Little Omega gets that fury spark in your eyes.”
“Ugh,” she groans and leans back just enough to give me a glaring look.
“Maybe we should lean back to Option Tw?—”
As if I’d allow her.
My resistance has dwindled into a blip of hunger, which can only be tamed by this newfound woman who walked into my life.
Literally.
Kissing her, matched with the sweet aroma that only grows with each passing second, invites a level of relief I’ve always envisioned—how it would feel to manifest the reality of having an Omega.
And here she is.
There’s this rooted confidence in thinking this way because I have no doubt in my mind now. Astraea—Rae — is going to be our pack’s Omega. This vibrating connection between us is out of this world.
“Icarus,” I introduce myself between kisses, deepening each connective touch. “God, your lips are so soft.”
She moans in response, trying to control the heated pace between us, but she’s losing the battle because I can’t help but yearn to hear that sound again.
“Keep making those sounds, Astraea,” I encourage because I need it desperately.
Need her more than I dare admit to myself.
To think we were strangers.
Didn’t know each other all this while.
Now look at us.
Kissing as if it’s our last. Touching each other as if we’ve explored and enjoyed every inch of the other’s flesh. Having her hands roam my chest so possessively turns me on in a different way, as if every gliding touch of her soft palms claims ownership.
Our scents intertwine, reminding me that this isn’t a hallucination.
That we match.
Blend.
Are fated for one another.
I can’t track what’s happening, but I don’t fight it. I allow myself to lose control of my Alpha instincts that I’ve suppressed for far too long. It feels odd, but at the same time, I feel a sense of empowerment.
The heaviness in the air is full of lust and heat, and the scent of her slick makes me want to appease her in every way. To take ownership of what turns her on—what makes her drenched between those pretty legs of hers. It leaves me feeling proud— needed—and secretly hoping she wants me more than just the pleasure I’ll give her tonight.
I stop thinking, or else I’ll lose focus of the grand prize before me.
“Astraea,” I whisper her name, not hiding the depth of my voice that’s thick with hunger. The raw deepness proves I’m just as needy for this than I’d dare lead on. “Can I touch you?”
Fuck you… to do all the sinful things running in my wild mind?
“Fuck yes,” she pleads as if I’m answering her prayers. “Do whatever you want, Icarus.”
God…
“You better not regret giving me permission, Pretty Omega,” I breathe and lean back enough so I’m sitting on my knees.
Admiring her flushed, naked body.
I don’t remember when I peeled her clothes off, but now that I get to admire her all bare, I’m breathless because damn…
She’s more than just pretty.
“You are fucking beautiful, Astraea.” I mean every word as I take in every inch of her. How her skin glows with a flush and hints of golden light from the fireplace as the flames continue to illuminate the tiny space.
“Y-You really think so?” Her cheeks only get redder while she seems to question herself. “Not too bulky or muscular?”
I growl at the mere idea of her thinking she’s inadequate.I’m sure it has something to do with her going to the gym and Alphas mocking her for it.
That’s going to change today.
“You’re absolutely perfect,” I emphasize each word. “An Omega who takes the initiative to take care of her physique without being forced is an Omega who knows her worth and is confident in it.”
I lean over again until my hands are next to the sides of her head, allowing me to hover above her. Our shared look is so intense, and I know my little Omega is craving my words of validation.
My praise that will give her a reminder of her worthiness.
“You’re not bulky. Your curves are everything an Alpha wishes to hug and enjoy, but they’re all coward bastards who follow what’s trending like 99% of our society.” I’m not lying. It’s the ultimate truth. We both know it. I can see her agreement in those lustful eyes. “We’re that 1% who dares to move outside the world’s boundaries and expectations. We’re the ones who defy and leave them craving to be like us. To be bold and unapologetic.”
My hand reaches up to her neck and begins to trail down her body, inch by inch. I can see how my touch is driving her wild, the way my trailing hand leaves her shivering and craving for more.
“You don’t grasp the envy they carry for people like us. How their driven motivation to bring us down with their words of humiliation and insults attempt to feel the void they run from inside themselves.” Kissing the crook of her neck leaves her moaning for more. “You’re a stunning beauty who deserves to be reminded again and again. Not by fake people with an agenda, but from a man who sees and acknowledges true delicacy.”
I can see the way my words make their way through her. The way her tense muscles further relax and the negative ideologies trying to distract her from being present flicker away.
Laying more kisses along her shoulder, I trace back to her lips, leaving us kissing passionately until our lungs beg for oxygen. It’s so easy to get lost in this cycle of passion and desire, and it’s even harder to try to finish what needs to be said.
“So, if you ever need a reminder, I’m here to deliver that to you whenever you need verbal or physical reassurance,” I whisper against her flesh, getting high off her scent, which grows in intensity. My words of affirmation encouraging the heightened perfume. ”Understood, Rae?”
Her smile is one thing, but the way she meets my gaze, our faces inches away from one another, feels more vulnerable than I’ve experienced with anyone. Heck, I’ve never delved into this territory in my life with anyone.
“Understood,” she whispers and leans so our noses brush. It encourages me to press my forehead against hers, the touch validating the promises we’ve made tonight. “Meaning you’re not poofing away in the morning.”
“Oh, trust me, Pretty Omega,” I begin and lightly kiss her lips. “You’re going to get annoyed with my obsession with you.” Another kiss leaves her moaning into my mouth. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Good,” she pants when we break yet another kiss that leaves my body feeling far too hot. “Now stop talking and fuck me.”
Yes, my Pretty Omega.
She doesn’t need to say it twice. Pressing her into the sheets, I consume her mouth like a lifeline. It’s sweet torture to be so patient because my cock has been throbbing and hard throughout this entire conversation, but I’m confident that conversation gave us a platform to stand upon in regard to this spontaneous connection.
This relationship that will blossom into something sensational.
Falling into rhythm with my Alpha instincts, I trail down her body, leaving kisses and hickeys while praising Astraea’s beauty. She’s a true stunner, especially naked. Those curves she gets self-conscious about are unwarranted because it’s so fucking attractive.
I wish more Omegas knew real men love curves. Whether thick or slim, I adore a woman who strives to take care of herself to her standards and not pleasing the world that fights day and night to shame them.
My need to lay a mark on her flesh becomes a knowledge the closer I go to that pulsing Nile between her legs. The scent of her slick is giving me palpitations, my desire to pace things being overridden by my instinctive need to appease my Omega’s needs.
“Are you wet for me, Pretty Omega?” My voice is unrecognizable, so deep with hunger. It’s as though I’ve been starved for months. No years. ”I’ve been bad for making you wait.”
Her moans grow from the way I trail kiss along her thighs. She tries to squirm from me, as though she doesn’t want me to see just how soaked she is.
We’re going to find out.
“Can I have a taste, Astraea?” I’m practically pleading as my eyes meet hers. Her face further flushes with shyness, but that spark in her eyes ignites with desire.
She spreads her legs slightly, giving me encouragement to do what my mind is begging for, but it’s not enough for me.
“I want to hear that sweet voice of yours, Rae.”
Give me permission to enjoy your magnificent taste.
“ Y-Yes,” she gives me consent and watches as I slowly part her legs while maintaining eye contact. The intensity between us couldn’t be more fierce, but when I finally pull my eyes away to see her glistening pussy, I can feel the tension further spike.
God, she’s dripping for me.
I don’t even dare delay—the maddening desire to lick her up overrides any sense of reasoning. Her hitched gasp follows with a drawled moan of relief as my tongue licks along her folds before dipping in.
I revel in her taste, groaning and slurping her up like the richest-tasting juices I’ve ever devoured. Her whimpering and quivering encourage me to continue. To keep taunting her so she grows wetter for me.It doesn’t take long to find a good rhythm with my tongue, thrusting in and out of her at a pace she encourages with breathy moans.
“That’s so good,” she breathes in praise. “More. Please, Alpha.”
Just hearing her panting optimism encourages me to dive deeper into her pussy. I work her up, meeting the lifts of her hips as I build her up. I sense it won’t take long until she’s screaming in ecstasy, especially with all the buildup between us.
“Yes, deep like that.” She’s in her own world of lust as she rides, practically grinding against my face with her slick-covered pussy. She’s chasing her orgasm, inching closer and closer to it from her erratic breaths and moans.
I’m in for the ride, enjoying every second of it.
An Alpha who doesn’t like eating pussy is a coward.
“Fuck,” she curses, and I can tell she’s so close to the edge. I don’t mind helping her out as she quickens the pace, giving that final push she needs before a final deep thrust sends her into a whimpering frenzy of pleasure.
I catch a glimpse of her as she comes undone—the way her back arches so those perky breasts of hers further arch, those hard nipples that are so tempting to suck. The detailing of her abs becomes more visible from how her core clenches and pulses. The flush of her flesh accents the first beads of sweat that descend upon her pale skin.
Those parted lips let out the perfect mewls of relief as she breathes heavily while quivering in place.
So fucking beautiful.
I try not to get distracted because I can’t possibly move until I’ve lapped up her release. I suck, lick, and enjoy how she tries to squirm but doesn’t get far with how I’m gripping her thighs and further spreading her legs.
“I-Icarus,” she warns as if she’s on the verge of another orgasm. Maybe she is, but that only encourages me until her legs easily wrap around my shoulders, keeping me locked in place until she’s gripping the sheets beneath us and crying out in bliss.
“Ah!” Her whole body quivers uncontrollably as she rides her climax. I take every droplet of her cum, enjoying every second of it. My groan of relief is as loud as her exhale as she comes down from her high.
This is just the beginning, too.
Giving her a minute to catch her breath, I work my way back up until I’m hovering above her and laying tender kisses on her neck, shoulders, and those swollen yet soft lips.
She doesn’t hesitate to wrap her arms around my neck, pulling me down into a heated kiss that will send us spiraling into a frenzy of lust all over again. Her hands run through my hair, messing up whatever was left of the seamless style that projected a form of professional sophistication for that event.
The thought of no more useless meet-up events makes me quietly chuckle against her lips.
“What?” She pants and takes the initiative to lightly tug on my bottom lip. I like these tidbits of dominance she enjoys showing me. The need to lay a kiss on me or suck my neck when we’re catching our breaths.
She likes to take the lead from time to time.
It makes me want to expand her desire to explore her dominance in the bedroom.
“No more fucking meets,” I whisper with so much relief, it’s noticeable to her, just like her realization and joy reflect in her gaze.
“You’re right,” she whispers. “Fuck… no more government bullshit.”
“You hate those forced meetings, too?”
“God, yes,” she groans in disapproval. “Despised them. Look what I could have dealt with if you weren’t around.”
The reminder makes me growl, knowing they could have hurt her.
Heck, they would have kidnapped her and done things that would force me to become a murderer.
“That will never happen again,” I emphasize with every intention of keeping my promise. Or there would be immense consequences to anyone who tries me. “No one touches what’s ours.”
“Ours, huh?” She smirks while giving me a taunting look. “It surely can’t be that easy.”
“What?”
“Your pack’s acceptance of me,” she acknowledges. “They don’t know me.”
“They’ll get to know you,” I assure her and kiss her. “The same way I want to learn more about you.”
“After sex.”
I chuckle at her haste before watching the way she moans in anticipation from how I glide my cock between her folds. I’ve been trying to tame myself, but feeling the pulsing heat from her cunt, which is getting wetter by the second, has me struggling to think straight.
“After sex,” I reassure her urgency with my own sense of need. “A lot of it.”
“Am I allowed to… um…” She trails off as she tries to think of the right words.
I decide to guess her question.
“Massage my knot?” I offer, watching the way she slowly nods. “Yes, though I don’t expect you to.”
“Why?” She looks confused. “That’s the least I can do if you’re giving me pleasure,” she notes. “At least until we’re ready to take it to the next level.”
Just the idea of being knotted in her could make me cum.
Fuck.
“Just the idea of you wanting to take it there is making it hard to hold back, Rae,” I whisper and further taunt her as I easily glide the tip of my leaking cock into her. We’re both struggling to continue the conversation as our bodies shiver at the action. “Fuck, let’s think later.”
She giggles at my haste.
“You’re a lot more communicative than I expected,” she whispers. Her arms relax around my neck, the light touches of her fingertips taunting my hair further reminding me that this is all real.
This is really happening.
“Is that a turn-off?” I dare wonder while I slide an inch into her.
“No,” she moans and pulls me closer, our foreheads pressing together. “I like it more than I would have realized.”
“Do you?” Another inch has us taking breaths of anticipation.
“Mhmm.” Another inch. “God… you’re thick.”
“You like that?” I taunt and give her another inch. “How I fill you up?”
“Yes,” she moans and enjoys me giving her another inch. “Fuck… don’t tell me there’s more.”
“Oh, baby, there’s a good three more inches,” I chuckle because her face shows how horrified she is, but her pussy is pulsing greedily around my cock, fighting to keep me nice and deep inside her. “Too much?”
“Fuck no,” she practically purrs. “Give me everything.”
“As you wish,” I don’t delay the remaining inches, making her take a sharp inhale as I keep her filled. She clenches me so perfectly, making me take in how good this fucking feels.
The other Omegas in the past complained about my length being far too much, but look at my Omega, taking every inch as if it’s her saving grace.
“Better not get tired of me, Rae,” I mutter as I nestle my head between the crook of her neck and her shoulder. I need a moment to remind myself this is real and not some masturbated delusion.
“Tired? Never,” she breathes and hugs me with her arms and legs, making my heart flutter. “Annoyed? Probably. You look like a pain in the ass to be around.”
It’s funny because it’s true. My parents say it all the time. That’s why I leave in long increments, so they miss me more than getting tired of my nonsense.
Only, for this Omega, I’d make the exception of being a tad less menacing..
“I am,” I don’t hide the fact. “But I’ll tone it down if it keeps you around.”
“Oh God, don’t change a thing,” she groans and kisses my neck. The way she sucks my flesh with a pinch of her teeth makes my cock twitch in her heated grip. I bet she can feel every bit of movement. How her dominance in initiative moves like this drives me wild.
God, I have a kink for this shit, don’t I?
“You better not regret that, Little Omega,” I groan when she sucks at my flesh. It sends goosebumps at the idea of her marking me. I know she isn’t, but this is a step forward in that direction, which drives my body wild with goosebumps. “Fuck, baby, do that again.”I can’t help but beg because it feels so fucking good.
Feeling the way she smiles against my flesh rewards me with another sucking kiss, which will surely leave a hickey to show off to the world.
Show off I’m now taken by an Omega who’s secretly just as powerful as us.
Just thinking of that encourages my movement, leaving her moaning in approval as she tightens her hold around me. I don’t mind as I adjust, enjoying how I’m forced to pound into her at a small but quick pace.
I follow the flow of our passion, our moans echoing against the walls while the burning flames illuminate our bodies that are drenched with sweat. It’s not long before we’re changing positions, her legs spread wide while I’m on my knees, thrusting into her with no remorse while I grip the sides of her waist.
My fingertips are edged deep into her flesh, palms gripping her far too tightly, but I can’t help exhibiting a bit of dominating force. My Alpha instincts are driving me mad, especially with the approaching force of my rut that’s growing with every thrust.
I don’t dare peel my eyes off her as I watch the way every movement makes her breasts bounce, how her breath hitches and her quick breaths. The glistening layer of sweat all along her body only further accentuates her as those beautiful lavender-to-silver strands make me realize she changed her hair.
“You changed your hair,” I breathe out of nowhere, making her laugh even though it’s cut off by heavy breaths.
“We’re… literally… fucking… and you’re now realizing this?” She doesn’t even sound mad. She sounds absolutely delighted by all of this maddening fuckery. I can’t even blame her because I’m chuckling like a crazed man while still fucking her deeply.
“Okay, it’s a bit crazy,” I chuckle and grunt. “Fuck, I don’t think I can tame this.”‘This’ as in my knot that’s beginning to swell. I’m so close, and I know I need to pull out for the both of us.
“I want you to knot in my mouth,” she dares propose something no other Omegas has dared to offer.
I’ve lost my mind.
“Fuck, baby, you’d do that?”
“Yes,” she urges, but I can see she’s close to cumming.
“Not until I enjoy your slick coating my cock with your tight pussy,” I grunt in urgency as I fight the ever-instinctive need to rut into her. I distract myself by picking my pace up, making it impossible for my little Omega to reply because she’s moaning in approval, encouraging these last thrusts that will send her straight into euphoria.
“Yes! More. More. Please, more!” She’s so close. So fucking close.
And so am I.
“Icarus!”
When she cums, I have to bite my bottom lip as hard as I can to stop myself from doing the same, especially when her pussy grips me so tightly. Hearing her scream my name like that forces me to pull out because I can’t hold my rut any longer.
As if sensing my need, this perfect Omega not only rushes to sit up, but she’s shuffling back and has my cock in her mouth at lightning speed.
The moment those swollen lips wrap around my shaft, and she sucks hard so the hollow walls of her mouth clench around my girth, I’m a goner.
“Astraea!” I grunt out through my release watching as she takes every shot of my cum. Watching those glazed-over eyes enjoy me filling her mouth with my release is a vision I’ll masturbate to for months to come because, fuck.
It’s a wondrous sight to witness.
Her hand is massaging the bulgeof my knot, easing the pain and pleasure that blends rather nicely . It’s not as painful as the times I need to ease myself or get help on those rotten months when I’m too wired up to relieve my own knot.
Maybe because I can physically acknowledge an Omega in my life and the idea of knotting her in the near future tames the excruciating pain that usually comes with this.
Watching as she pulls off my cock, she continues to massage me at a comforting pace while showing me how my load pools into her mouth.
“That’s my Omega,” I praise her with a grin as sweat drips down the sides of my face. “Swallow that for your Alpha. Let me see how much you enjoy my seed in your mouth.”
She doesn’t delay in pleasing me with the sight, swallowing it as though it’s the best-tasting thing she’s had. She even licks her lips clean and shows me the end results.
It has me growling in satisfaction, igniting a purr from her before I claim her lips greedily. She’s still massaging my knot, the bulge beginning to shrink as I distract myself with her tantalizing lips.
By the time we take a break from kissing, I can actually think straight.
Fuck… that was amazing.
Amazing isn’t even the right word to describe this.
The connection. The intensity. The sheer level of bliss I just experienced by this tiny Omega, who’s surpassed my expectations.
The best part is, I come to the conclusion that this isn’t a fling or a one-hit wonder. We’ll get to do this again. To appease each other’s needs while continuing our commitments through this rollercoaster called life.
I’m no longer alone… and neither is she.
It’s a relief that can’t be comprehended in words.
All I know is I couldn’t be more grateful.
“That was…” she begins, and I acknowledge that flicker of uncertainty that wells up with expected disappointment. “Sensational,” she confesses. “I’ve… never done that with an Alpha before.”
I’m kind of glad she hasn’t, but then the idea of her not being satisfied bothers me.
“Why?” I wonder.
“Previous ones don’t really care to appease their Omega before themselves,” she confesses and shrugs slightly. She’s still massaging me out, which I’m thankful for because the kneading motion is further lessening my knot. “It’s not ‘a thing,’ I guess.”
“That’s stupid.” I can’t help but shoot it down because it sounds prosperous in nature. “To appease your Omega is the root of our existence. What’s the point of being an Alpha, then? That’s just fragile masculinity.”
I have to be drunk on ecstasy because I’m far too mad about something that didn’t happen to me. Either way, I’m not going to hide that it does bother me to this extent.
Seeing her smile and how it lightens up her face helps me soften my hardened gaze.
“I think you’re going to be the first of a lot of things for me,” she quietly admits and leans in close so she can kiss my chin while peering up at me. “That was specular, Icarus. Thank you.”
“I’m the one who should be thanking you,” I admit and lightly kiss her. “But I like hearing your praise. Do that again.”
“Ugh,” she groans but is giggling as she pushes me away.
“No. I take it back.”
“No takebacks,” I toss back and see the repulsive look at my childish behavior. I almost think she’s going to be disgusted by it, but she proceeds to lightly slap the top of my cock.
“You’re it.”
I stare at her, then my cock, and then back at her.
“Did you just slap my cock?”
“I did.” Not a hint of shame is in her voice as she’s standing on my bed and scanning the room as if there’s enough space to even hide. “Whatcha gonna do about it?”
She tries to scurry away, which is the funniest shit I’ve seen because it only takes me a swift outreach of my arm to get her into my grasp before she can jump off the bed.
“No!” she gasps in horror and looks back at me with eyes of defeat. “You didn’t even let me try!”
“You sound as if you’re a monkey trying to climb a tree, and here I am, stopping you,” I huff, but I don’t sound annoyed or angry. I’m enjoying this foolishness that makes me smile far too wide. “We can’t play tag on a tour bus.”
“Tour bus?” She looks surprised. “You’re on tour?”
“My pack mates are,” I note. “Not tonight, though.”
“This isn’t even your room?” She gasps in horror. “Whose room is it?”
“I’m not answering that,” I say with a smug smile.
“Icarus!” She can’t even argue with me cause I have her squealing as she’s up and over my shoulder. “Wh-Where are we going? This is a form of kidnapping.”
“Kidnapping?” I laugh at that one. It’s darkly deep, which has her questioning my motives from the way she pauses from her squirming silliness. “If we want to do a little foreplay, that has to be at my place, Little Omega.”
I lean further back to see her surprised look.
“That’s where the handcuffs and ropes are.”
Watching the way her eyes widen furthers my curiosity with how I see the immense twinkle of intrigue.
“What if I want to put you in handcuffs?”
It’s my turn to stare at her with immense interest.
“I’ll think about it.”
“Really?”
She really is into that shit.
God, she’s going want to bondage me up.
It’s even crazier to think I’m not repulsed by the idea.
“Really,” I finally answer. “If my Rae wants to explore that area, I’d be up for it.”
“My Rae,” she whispers, and the way she smiles fills my heart with wholesomeness. “I like that, too.”
“I like you,” I whisper and place a kiss on the corner of her lip. “Now, let’s get to learn more about each other.”
“Where?” She ponders.
“The shower,” I say with a growing smirk.
Watching how she gleefully grins proves we’re both up for the challenge.