Page 19 of Alpha's Embrace
They weren’t outfits, they were more like uniforms. But I said nothing to contradict him. I didn’t care about clothes, only why he was here. It was wonderful to have him visit, but why had he come? Why had he arrived at mere moments after my orgasm in his dream arms? Certainly as a visiting king he had much more to occupy him than a silly prince.
I wanted to make him mine. A determination in me to do so welled up, and only my conscience held me back.
Geo responded with a slight shiver as if he’d read my thoughts, but he seemed to ignore it. Maybe he’d only taken a deep breath. Maybe seeing him standing in my room was still all my imagination.
He turned at my open door and spoke to someone outside it. Then he glanced about my room again, surveying my bed and the rumpled blankets. Last time, it had been neatly made, as I always kept it when I wasn’t using it. But now he had to know. I’d been lying naked upon it when he arrived. As observant as he was, I knew he couldn’t come to any other conclusion. I could still feel the semen drying on my chest and my body flushed to think of it there with him in such close proximity. I was sure he could smell it on me.
He cleared his throat and looked at me.
I stood in the middle of the room holding the blanket closed across the front of my body.
“I came to check in on you. To see how you’re doing after the new liberties that have been given to you,” Geo said.
“I went for a walk but the guards followed.”
“They are there simply to see that you are safe.”
“Would I be in danger?” But I knew as a Sylph my allure was strong. Like a siren call. Irresistible. Online stories confirmed it. My own behavior confirmed it. I wanted Geo like no other. I wanted to drop my blanket right here, right now and seduce him.
He shook his headnobut I saw in his green eyes a hesitation. “Everyone is mate-bonded who works here. So in that capacity, you will be left alone.”
“Except you.”
He blinked. “What?”
“Except you,” I repeated. “You’re single.”
“How do you know?”
“A citrus scent mixed with something earthier but clean. Unless you’re wearing some cologne, perhaps?”
“You can smell my mate-bond status?”
I shrugged. “I can. The others, they are more muted to me, like how fall smells before a rain, the fields dying but it’s still lovely. All lovely.”
“I can smell mate-bond status only with Omegas,” he said. “And not one hundred percent correctly all the time.”
“I can smell it on both. There was one the other day that was different, though.”
“Who?”
“The Alpha who was with you when you came to interview me. Your assistant, maybe?”
“Tory?”
“If Tory is your assistant, then yes. That one.”
“What do you mean he is different?”
“I don’t know. He doesn’t smell like you, though.” Not as delicious, I wanted to say. “But also different from the others who are mate-bonded.”
“But Tory is a bonded Alpha.”
“I don’t know why he’s different, then.”
I couldn’t take my eyes off him. In all the vids and pictures online I’d viewed I’d never seen an Alpha I wanted more than Geo. It was the Alphas who attracted me, both on my tablet and scented in person. I’d seen Omegas and never had the same reaction.
Though I could smell that Geo was unbonded, there was an underlying scent of a bonding I couldn’t place. When we’d first met, I hadn’t sensed it. Or maybe I had sense it but thought it was interference from the others around him. Then I had a flash of insight. “Were you bonded before?”
