Page 31 of Two For the Show
“Because I’m still working these suppressants out of my system. I can smell your pheromones, but they are still muted. It means my Omega instincts are, too.” Without a thought, I throw my arms around his neck, pulling our bodies together. He stumbles for a moment but steadies himself by clutching my waist tightly.
“Don’t think I don’t want you, too, Dario. I wouldn’t have kissed you upside down with morning breath if I didn’t.”
It’s unclear who moves forward first, only that our lips are crashing together in a fevered kiss seconds later. It’s desperate, like the only air available to us is in the other’s lungs. He’s grabbing my face with both hands, pulling me closer as I clutch at his shirt.
When we manage to wrench ourselves away from oneanother, and I get a good look at the Alpha, his pupils are blown wide, and his chest is heaving.
I can’t hold myself back anymore. I push him toward the bedroom.
Maybe we should slow down. Maybe we should finish out whatever date Dario has planned for us first.
But I can’t wait. I’m burning for him.
I need him.
We fall onto the bed together, and I land on my back, Dario looming over me. His blond hair falls into his eyes; the predatory gleam in them has me clenching my thighs.
Every cell in my body is on fire, begging me to rip my clothes off and bare myself to him. I want to consume him, to wind our bodies together and become so close to him that we could never be separated.
I want to -
Fuck.
I want to bite him. To bond him.
My instincts are riding me hard, and I’m going to lose control like I did with Matteo if I go through with this.
Reluctantly, I pull away from him. He immediately reads my body language and sits back on his heels.
“Alex?” he says softly. I can practically see him bracing for my inevitable rejection. “Is something wrong?”
“I don’t want to bond you.” His face falls, shoulders slumping like he is trying to make himself smaller. Immediately, I curse myself for putting my foot in my mouth. “I mean, right now. Without us talking about it. And my Omega nature is suddenly so close to the surface, in spite of everything, that I worry I’ll bite you in the heat of the moment.”
A smile creeps onto his face and he bares his neck, tapping it with his index finger. “I mean, I’m more than willing to take your bite right now.”
“Maybe, but I need more time. I want my next bond to be intentional, not driven by my instincts taking control. This will cement us as a pack, and I need to know how we’re all going to function as one. And I’m afraid to bond with everyone before the situation with Rich is handled. What if he manages to take me away and we’re all left with those missing pieces of each other?” I scoot back a little so I can sit up and clutch his hands. “Please tell me you understand? This isn’t you, Dario. This is me.”
He dips his head in a nod. “I understand.”
“You sure?”
When his eyes meet mine, I nearly gasp at the heat in them. “I’m sure. And I’m not worried about you bonding me. You shouldn’t be, either.”
“Why’s that?” I’m breathless, the pheromones coming off him so strong that even my dull senses don’t stop me from drowning in the sweet and tart scent of candy apples.
“Because you can’t bite me if you’re sitting on my face.”
My mouth drops open at the brazen words that tumble out of Dario’s mouth.
“I’m sorry, I must’ve misunderstood you.”
He shoves himself into my space, all signs of the jokester Alpha gone and replaced with a predator that looks as if he wants to eat me alive.
“You did not. There’s no way you can bite me if your mouth isn’t near me. It’s science. So you’re going to sit on my face, Alex, and let me show you what being my Omega is going to look like.”
I groan, throwing my head back. How am I supposed to say no to that?
I’m not supposed to, am I?
