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He nodded. “Yes.”
I appreciated he wasn’t sugarcoating his proposal. He was surprised by his attraction to me, and inquisitive. A part of him probably expected to be turned off, and might even hope for that. Then he could go back to what he was familiar with. Didn’t we all prefer sticking with what we knew? I knew I had. I’d stayed away from all alphas because being alone had become my default. I’d felt safest on my own. But then Lex had come into my life and saved me. Saved me from the bad guys. Saved me from the lonely mental prison I’d lived in. I wanted to help him figure this out. Mostly because I yearned to have him, but also because it was something I could actually give him.
“What do you say we walk back?” I asked quietly.
He gave me a sharp look. “Yeah?”
I lifted one shoulder. “We can play it by ear. We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want.”
“I want it all.”
“Oh.” My heart skipped a beat. “Okay.”
He watched me, an almost predatory look in his eyes. He slid off the rock, and his eyes never left me. He held out his hand for me, and I took it. Once on the ground, his palm on the small of my back was warm, firm, commanding. A thrill went through me, and we headed back in the direction of my cabin.
When we reached my home, we went inside without a word. I headed to my room, and he followed. No hesitation. I’d expected maybe he’d need a bit of coaxing, but I’d been wrong. He seemed almost impatient as we stripped our clothing off. He held my gaze, and my heart pounded at the need I saw there. He wasn’t afraid. He was hungry.
I grabbed lube and a condom and climbed on the bed, and he did the same. I couldn’t believe we were really going to do this. But it felt right. We hadn’t known each other that long, but the idea of giving myself to him seemed perfect.
I lay on my back, and he took the spot beside me. His cock was hard, an obvious indication he was turned on. It was no surprise I was hard; I’d wanted him for a while now. He ran his gaze over my naked body, and he licked his lips.
“Can I touch you?” he asked softly.
“Yes.”
He smoothed his palm slowly over my chest, brushing my already beaded nipple. “I like touching you.”
I smiled, sighing because his exploring hand felt nice. I jumped a little when his hand went lower, skirting over my abdomen, circling my belly button. He leaned over and his mouth hovered above mine. His breath was warm on my lips, and I could feel his uncertainty. Whether that was from shyness, or something else, I didn’t know, but then he took my mouth in a warm, achingly delicious kiss. I moaned into his mouth, and he sucked my tongue, searching and seeking urgently.
I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck, deepening the kiss. He didn’t pull back; instead he moved to cover my body with his, pressing me into the mattress with his weight. The assertiveness of that move took me by surprise, but his movements were gentle, and so I relaxed back into his kiss. His hands roamed my body, and he moved from kissing my mouth, to my jaw, and then my neck. He worked a hot trail down to my nipple, and he sucked and licked until I moaned and moved against him sensually.
My lust grew so quickly, I was startled by how much I needed him inside me. I rolled my hips and our cocks dragged together, warm, hard, and slick from precum. My ass throbbed with the need to be filled. I couldn’t remember ever having such an animalistic craving to be taken.
“You taste good,” he said softly. “I wasn’t sure if I’d like the taste of a man.”
I ran my hands down his spine, cupping his firm buttocks and rocking against his lithe body. “I love everything about men.”
He didn’t smile. He looked very serious as he cupped my face. “I don’t want you to regret this.”
“I won’t.”
He kissed me, softly, and when he lifted his head, he said, “This moment is real. No matter what else happens, this was real.”
I frowned, unsure of what he meant. But then he kissed me again, and all rational thought evaporated.
Chapter Eighteen
Lex
It was like my dream only better. His scent, his moans, the way he kissed me as if my mouth on his gave him life. I always enjoyed sex, but this was different. Maybe it was because I liked Dylan so much. I wanted to please him almost more than myself, and that definitely wasn’t like me.
He was so giving, in and out of bed, nothing like the prickly omega I’d first met. The minute I touched him, he was open to me. His body was young and beautiful, lean but muscled. His lips were soft and urgent as they opened under mine. I’d expected to be freaked-out touching him, kissing him. But I wasn’t. I wanted more.
As we continued to move against each other, he trembled beneath me, our kisses becoming more desperate. The hard planes of his body felt so different from that of a female, but just as good. I liked the scratch of his leg hairs, and the rasp of stubble on his chin. I liked that he was strong and yet pliable. He allowed me the illusion of control, when in reality he was holding back. Letting me lead.
He ran his fingers through my hair, kissing my throat. He licked the sweat from my skin and smiled against my shoulder. “I can’t believe this is happening.”
“Me neither,” I whispered, nudging his thighs open. My attraction to him made no sense. But I wasn’t dealing with logic right now. He was so beautiful in my eyes. I couldn’t resist him. I had to have him. I felt territorial, even though that was crazy. I’d never felt the desire to claim an omega. I knew it was expected of me, eventually. Had to carry on the family name after all. Ironic, considering I spent most of my time running from my name.
