“Of course.” I kissed the side of her head, just in front of her ear.
Through the bond, I sensed Skye falter a little as my nose traced her temple. She clung to her sweater again. “Severen said I was different,” Skye confessed in a very small voice. “Do I… do I smell different? You were the one who scent matched to me first, so if anyone would know best, it would be you, right?”
Ihmm’d. “Let me check.”
Rarely did I ever use my alpha gifts, especially on my gentle, fragile omega, but I pulled from my aura and grabbed her wrists, and tackled her onto the bed. I buried my face in her neck, by her shoulder. A joyous laugh burst out of her and I breathed all of her in. Blueberries, frozen and cold and sweet. Bluebells dancing in the breeze. And something else. A hint of something pleasantand familiar that I couldn’t quite place, but was natural and common. Not quite vanilla but close. It hadn’t been there before.
I looked at her. “You smell as perfect and sweet as ever.”
On the other hand, Skye could smell like motor oil and burnt toast and I would still be drawn to her, still breathe in every wisp of her scent because, no matter what it was, blueberries or burnt toast, it was mine.
“Really? I do?” She ran her slender fingers through my long black hair.
“You do. But that’s not enough, is it?” I purred. “As I understand it, my omega is in need of some attention, is that right?” I traced my fingers down the skirt of her dress, and past, then touched her silky thigh, teasing the skirt upward.
Skye giggled and gave a shy smile. “That’s correct,” she said coyly, and I leaned in and kissed her soft, pink lips.
I trailed my kisses down her neck, her torso, and we removed her sweater together to uncover the top of her sundress. She loved sundresses for their sweet and innocent reputation, and how easy they were to be romanced in.
I slid off the mattress, onto my knees in front of Skye and gazed up at her. I pushed the skirt up. “Lay back down, beautiful,” I purred.
Skye did as I asked and I nipped her knee, parted her legs, and made sure she knew just how much she was desired and adored.
She blocked me from going further by hugging her arms around her hips. “Just your fingers, please,” she asked. “I still have that gross port scar.”
I leaned forward, and rested my chin on her crossed arms. “Skye–”
“It’s ugly.”
It was nothing, not even a tiny crater, more like a little crescent of slightly reddened, slightly textured skin on an otherwisesmooth hip. I knew practicality wouldn’t win her over. “They helped keep you alive. Therefore, to me, they’re beautiful.”
I ran my fingertips along her arms and slowly they came uncrossed. I kissed her wrist as she allowed me free rein.
My fingers hooked on the waistband of her panties and I pulled them down, then tossed them without care onto the floor. I pinched the hem of her skirt and dragged it up to her face.
“Bite,” I said, and Skye took the edge of the skirt between her teeth and held it out of my way, exposing her already eager, wet, pink sex to the four safe walls of my bedroom.
I returned to my knees, my gaze matching hers. I took a deep breath in. “You smell the same,” I purred. It was true enough, but Skye needed to hear it.
I leaned in and kissed her, tasting her sweet slick on my pouty lips. I lapped up her arousal with my tongue, slowly, as a blush crept on her cheeks and across her nose.
“You taste the same,” I told her, my voice breathy and seductive, her blueberry flavour thick on my tongue. So delectable that I went back for seconds.
Skye’s hands found their way to my hair, and she whimpered my name.
“Too much?” I asked, checking in.
“No,” she shook her head. “Don’t stop, please.” Her pleading was pinched, teeth still clenched around her skirt like the obedient omega that she was.
I placed a kiss on her thigh, and slid my hand against her wet pussy. Almost instantly my fingers were soaked, coated in her slick and slippery enough that I could easily push two inside. Skye fluttered around my fingers, needy and alight.
“Do you want me to get my toys?” I purred out the words.
“No,” she shook her head with a whimper and lifted her hips up off the bed a little, pushing against me, wanting more of me.
“Are you sure?” I asked, drawing the last word long and teasing. “Wouldn’t your pretty needy pussy love to be stretched by a big, thick, vibrating knot?”
“No.” The word came out as a gasp and Skye wrapped a leg around me, her heel pressed to my back. “Stay. Don’t go anywhere. I just need you. Please, Halo.” All her words came out slightly muffled by her skirt.
