“You know already why I didn’t do that, and why I regret it. But I’ll never regret wanting to help you.”
“Ace…”
He wipes his hands on his immaculate slacks and is in front of me in two strides. He cups my face. “Always. Always want to be with you.”
“I wanted to get to know you better.”
“You will. Give me this chance and I’ll never keep another secret from you. I’ll make you my queen, I’ll always take care of you. Ask me anything you want.”
I nod against his palm. “Okay. Are you ready?”
46
ATTICUS
After an hour of grilling me on her sofa, she knows almost everything there is to know about me. My job, my family, the town where I was born, my favorite dish, my favorite TV show, my favorite kind of music. How I like my coffee in the mornings. What I have for breakfast. Which countries I’ve visited. What hobbies I have or wish I had.
Also random things like which was the last movie I watched at the cinema—it was so long ago I don’t remember—and what’s the best cake I ever tried, and from one out of ten, how many months I could live without books.
When I said zero, she hugged me.
Looks like my girl really likes books, and that’s nice. Then again, I knew she was perfect for me from the moment I first saw her.
“Now, you,” I say. “My turn to ask questions.”
“You already know all the answers,” she says. “Chocolate, pink, flowers, wine.” She squirms. “Alphas.”
I give her a wolfish grin. Yeah. I took note of that. She’s not lying.
She likes strength and dominance. She liked it when I fucked her against my window that evening. Submissive? Not entirely, but with hints of it, like a true omega.
She has been aroused ever since she opened her door for me. I can smell it. See it. She’s flushed. Tense. I’m dying to kiss her, eat her out, taste every inch of her.
Pleasure her the way I didn’t that night at my place.
Not selfishly but lovingly. Not taking, but giving. Giving everything I have to give, because she’s worth it. Because she turned my world upside down and finally it looks right.
I did her wrong during our first and last time together. This is my chance to make up for it, show her I’m not an animal, that I’m a man who can love her the way she deserves.
“Alphas,” I say at last and taking my shot, I reach out and stroke her hair. “Anything else?”
“I…” She leans into my touch, her gaze going unfocused. “I don’t…”
My pretty omega, so needy of my touch, my attention. Everything she deserves.
I close the distance between us, tilt her head up. “I’m going to kiss you now,” I tell her, my own voice rough and threadbare. Showing her my feelings, bright as day. “And pleasure you. If you want me to stop at any moment, just say so.”
An almost imperceptible nod.
Permission given.
Chance granted.
I kiss her, doing my best to control my alpha impulses, the urge to push her down and take what I want, capture her wrists and feast on her tits, then her pussy.
Oh, I’m getting there. Just more slowly than the blinding lust in me demands.
It’s an animal I need to control. I can control it, always have, but she brings out this urgency in me I’ve never felt before. This need to tear through the pink flowers and find her dark core, thrust into her until she comes apart.
