Page 67 of The Alpha's Fake Mate
“Hmm.”
That hum under his breath. It did so much to me.
I waited.
“Maybe I should have said: My pleasure.”
I blinked twice. The light of the room nearly hurt. I wanted more shadows, more curtains, more comfort than light.
“Do we have to wait?” My voice came out scratchy.
“For what?”
“Until sunset? Dark? Bedtime?”
His mouth opened in surprise. “For?”
Fuck that. He wasn’t dense, it was just that I’d trained him too well. My Alpha. I wasn’t his pet. He was mine. And I’d trained him to fall back, stay away, not touch. At least, not much.
“We’re going to break this bond, right? Do we have to wait to start the relationship? Is there some proper time?”
His eyebrows shot up. “No.”
I leaned in much like last night. But this time I put my hand behind his neck and pulled him to me.
This time, when our lips touched we both seemed to sigh into each other, as if we’d been holding our breaths underwater for hours. In the same moment, our bodies scooted our chairs back. We stood; we embraced.
He leaned down and I opened my mouth to his and a long groan escaped me. Our tongues met and tasted, each to each. So deep. The intensity overriding any dizziness from last night’s drink and this morning’s hangover.
When I couldn’t hold my breath any longer, I pulled back. “Take me upstairs,” I demanded. It was unromantic the way I said it, but I really had no filter. Not these last months.
“Take you?”
“Pick me up,” I demanded.Again.That word went unspoken. But the memory of how he’d carried me up those stairs wouldn’t leave me. Like a game I wanted to play over and over.
I felt him turn and grip me, one hand snaking under my upper back, the other sliding along my thighs to the backs of my knees. He bent and before I could take another breath he had me up in his arms like I weighed nothing. Like I was his already.
Everything spun and I grabbed the shoulder seam of his blue, button-up shirt in a tight grip. As we strode out the door and down the hall, it was like flying.
I saw one Alpha servant, Alston perhaps, vanish around a corner and then we were gliding up, up. I could hear Orion’s breaths close to my ear and his heart like a drum next to mine and feel the way his arms curved in gentle support, not too tight but tight enough. I knew I was something he would not let go of easily.
I bowed my head until my forehead touched the side of his face, my hair falling forward to curtain my eyes.
I didn’t want to think about what I was doing, I just wanted to do it. Now. No thought. No fear. I wanted what I wanted, and that meant giving in, finally, to the surge in my veins, and the longing I never thought I’d feel.
“Orion, hurry,” I heard myself say. Not words I would have thought might come from my mouth after only three nights in my new home.
“My room is closest.”
“Your room, then,” I breathed.
He pushed the door open with his body and practically slung me across the threshold. But he never faltered and I wrapped my other arm around his neck though I knew he’d surely die before dropping me.
His room was identical to mine, except it was done up in dark purples, lavenders and black.
On his bed, which was impeccably made, he gently lowered me, and our lips met again as he knelt over me, both hands cupping my face.
I easily pushed him until he rolled to the side and suddenly I was on top, an instinct. I didn’t think twice about it, but I did notice how easily he went, how willing he was to lie back and let me lead. Had I been any other Omega, I might have found it odd.
