Page 9 of Ready or Not
Bishop is the only one I see giving any major pushback. The others won’t care if I pop up with no notice and an omega in tow, but Bishop is in love with some chick he met on a cam website. He likely won’t want Vale anywhere near him, but we’ll cross that bridge once he catches a hit of her delicate, creamy scent.
Vale’s teeth rake over my lower lip as she wraps her hand around my cock. An adorable little gasp escapes her lips, making my head foggy as fuck.
Every time I breathe in, I get smacked with strawberries and cream, but there’s something else. There’s an underlying smell that I don’t know how to describe. I’m honestly not sure a word for it exists.
Basically, she smells like mine.
I’ve never had such a primal reaction to an omega, and that tells me all I need to know. My dads told me and my brother growing up that, when we met the one, it would just click. I thought they were full of shit until that click happened in my brain.
Her thumb circles my crown, making me ache to thrust into her fist.
I gently shove her hand off and release her hair to pull her dress up and off over her head. My fingers land on her hips, giving her stomach a little caress with my thumbs.
Her chest heaves as she stares up at me with glassy blue eyes. “You’re looking a little feral.” She smiles so brightly, my heart beats funny.
I bend low, nipping at her lips. “Just desperate to taste you.”
I’m pretty sure it would scare the hell out of her if she could hear all the depraved thoughts running through my head.
My instincts are convinced she’s mine.
That means I’m supposed to be meeting her needs, because she very clearly needs my knot, which is why she’s hot. She’s obviously not in heat, so that doesn’t make any fucking sense, but my brain doesn’t seem to comprehend logic.
Mount. Rut. Breed. Claim…
My mind circles through the same loop of thoughts on how to keep her forever.
No, I can’t bite without consent.
I shake my head, trying to force in rational thought.
Biting without permission can lead to a rejected bond, which is agony for an alpha to experience.
Also, feral alphas end up heavily medicated or locked up.
I can’t end up in prison, so I need to be patient and make sure she wants me for the long haul.
I’m already gone for her.
It’s just been an exceptionally slow process earning her trust. But there are signs she’s coming around to me, like the shy smiles when she pops up at my table or the way she laughs at my bad jokes.
I don’t think I would be here now if she really didn’t like me too…
Right?
Fucking hell.
Vale throws me off my game in a way no woman ever has.
My hands slide around her back, unhooking her bra. It falls down her arms, and she stares straight at me as she tosses it aside before leaning down to let her panties fall to the floor.
“Goddamn. I ache for you, pretty girl.” I capture her mouth and pull her closer with a hand on her lower back. Her fingers dip into the waistband of my boxer briefs. She pushes them down my thighs with my jeans. Her bare tits press against my stomach as she tries to shove them lower, but I growl and lift her.
Her back hits the mattress as her tits bounce. I rip my jeans off at the same time as my boxer briefs and crawl over her.
Getting naked was a huge mistake.
Sex is supposed to be off the table, but the way her skin burns against mine only spurs me on as I cage her in.