Page 51 of Two For the Show
Apparently, Alphas have several Omega scent matches out in the world, but finding one of them is rare enough that no one has ever been documented as having met more than one.
Regardless of what the research says, I don’t think I have anyone else for me out there.
It’s only Alex Shields. It’ll only ever be her.
Which is exactly how I want it. How it’s supposed to be.
Which is why I ask her my favorite question.
“Truth or dare?”
Her eyes sparkle as she chews her lip. “Dare.”
My heart stutters in my chest, and for a moment, I rethink this crazy plan that popped into my head.
But no, this is the perfect moment.
“Bond me, Alex. Do it now. Right here, right now. Don’t make me wait another fucking second. Bite me. Bond me. Make me yours forever. Please.”
Her jaw drops a little, her eyes growing misty. “You don’t want a sweet, private moment, where we talk about our feelings? Or where I bite you while you’re buried knot deep inside me?”
I nearly lose it at the thought of her squeezing my knot as I fist her hair. “No one says you have to stop biting me after the first time.” I lean forward and nip at the end of her nose. She swats me away like the adorable pest that I am.
Clicking my tongue, I take a step away from her and cross my arms over my chest, staring her down. “So, Dr. Alex Shields, what do you say? Are you going to back down from a dare?”
She lunges forward, weaving her hand through my hair before yanking my body flush with hers. Her warm breath caresses my ear, sending me into a full-body shiver as she whispers, “Never.”
When her teeth pierce the skin of the front of my throat, it’s like I’ve woken up from a twenty-eight-year-long nap. It’s like a live wire jumping and sparking all over, knocking on a door inside me. I know I don’t have to answer it, that I can turn it away and face no ill effects.
But fuck that.
I have never wanted to see what is on the other side of a door more in my life.
I throw it wide open, let her essence fill me, and let out a sob of joy.
My Omega.
Forever.
Chapter 21
Dario’s essencetangles with mine, his joy filling every corner of my weary, battered soul.
And alongside him, I can feel the contentment from Jude and the curiosity from Matteo. Three of my five men are being carried with me forever now, and I thought I’d be more afraid of this.
We had a plan, albeit tentative. There was going to be a proper pack meeting, not one that I would fall asleep during. We were going to discuss what bonding would look like for our dynamic as a pack, and I was going to suggest we hold off until we at least had a plan on how to deal with Rich, Tripp, and Greg.
But plans have nothing on Omega instincts and a well-timed game of truth or dare, I guess.
Dario’s body is shaking against mine, and not only from the thrill of the bond that now stretches between us. I pull away and swear when I see how blue his lips are.
“Shit! Let’s get you warmed up.” I grab his hand and drag him to his trailer. I’d rather go to mine, because that’swhere my nest is, but he needs to get changed, and he has that heated blanket that is to die for.
He stumbles after me, seemingly in a daze. The doctor in me has nothing on the furious Omega screaming at me to take care of him, to make sure my Alpha is okay.
I’m cold, too, but my soaked clothing is inconsequential when compared to his almost entirely bare body that is open to the elements after an ice bath. We stumble up the stairs to his trailer, and I leave him in the living area as I run to his room. The heated blanket is tangled in his sheets, and I have to wrestle it free. Once I get it plugged in, I wrap him tightly in it and turn it on high.
I drag his space heater across the trailer, too, and get that blowing on his feet.
