“If you keep eating your ice cream like that,” I say, my voice dropping to a rumble, “I’m going to assume you want me to take you to bed tonight and fuck you like you deserve.”
Her eyes widen. For a second, I wonder if I’vemisjudged. Maybe I’ve been reading too much into her signals, projecting my own desires onto her actions.
Then her expression transforms. Her lips curve into that sultry smile I’ve caught glimpses of when she thinks no one’s watching. The one that makes my blood run hot.
“Who says you have to wait for tonight?” she asks, her voice pure honey.
I laugh, surprised and delighted by her boldness.
“Oh, kitten,” I murmur. “I think it’ll be that much better if I make you wait.”
“Are you sure about that?” She steps closer, ice cream forgotten as she tilts her face up to mine. Her free hand brushes against my chest, fingers trailing down my abdomen. “I can be very persuasive.”
I catch her wrist before her hand can wander lower. “Pretty little omegas who top from the bottom tend to get more than they’re bargaining for.”
Her pupils dilate, and I smell the spike in her arousal—sharp and sweet like pie spice and sugar.
“Is that a promise?” she challenges.
“It’s a guarantee.” I bring her captured wrist to my lips, pressing a kiss to her pulse point. “Tonight, I’ll show you exactly what happens to omegas who think they can take control.”
“I look forward to it.” Trinity tugs her wrist free and returns to her ice cream, but her hands tremble slightly. Melted ice cream drips down her hand, just over where I just pressed my lips, and she licks it away. “I wish I could taste you. These damn suppressants are killing me.”
The words are out before I have time to think them through.
“Then stop taking them.”
Trinity nearly chokes on her ice cream, wiping a dropfrom her chin as she stares at me like I’ve suggested she strip naked in the middle of the market.
“Are you insane?” she whispers, glancing around as if someone might overhear this scandalous suggestion.
But now that I’ve said it, the idea takes root. I lean closer, emboldened by the flush spreading across her cheeks.
“I’m serious. These suppressants are blocking your senses. You wouldn’t even be able to identify a scent match if it fell in your lap.” I hold her gaze, challenging her. “There are other ways to prevent pregnancy if that’s what you’re worried about.”
Trinity shakes her head, a touch of panic in her eyes. “I’ve been on them for months, Lucas. Do you have any idea what happens when an omega stops suppressants suddenly? I’d go into the worst heat of my life within a month…”
The thought of Trinity in heat makes my blood run hot, but I keep my expression neutral. “And that’s a problem because...?”
“Because our contract is over at the end of the week,” she says, as if explaining something obvious to a child. “I can’t risk going through heat alone.”
I resist the urge to roll my eyes. “Alone? You really think you’d spend your heat alone?”
Her lips part in surprise.
“There are three alphas and a beta who would be more than willing to help you through,” I continue, my voice dropping lower. “This heat and any others that might come after.”
Trinity stands perfectly still, ice cream forgotten and melting down her hand. For once, she seems at a loss for words.
I’ve had enough of waiting. I capture her wrist, pullingher against me and kissing her hard. Her lips are cold and sweet from the ice cream, but they warm quickly under mine. When I pull back, her eyes are glazed with equal parts confusion and desire.
“Let’s get back to the resort for dinner,” I tell her as I steer her toward the exit of the market. “I don’t want to wait too long before I get my dessert.”
“We just had ice cream,” she says, voice a little breathless.
I cast her a significant glance over my shoulder, not hiding the desire in my gaze. “I wasn’t talking about food, sweetheart.”
The pretty blush and flustered look she gives me is almost enough to make me skip dinner altogether.
