Page 69 of Alpha's Embrace
You are everything the textbooks say about the evil madness of Sylphs.
How to stop the critical voice in the mind from undermining me? I hadn’t figured that out yet.
I looked up as Geo—gorgeous Geo—leaned over me. In his hands were the very items I’d been searching the drawers for.
Lube. Two kinds. And towels. And another box that looked like wet-wipes.
He really had thought of everything.
My cock was so hard I probably could have pounded holes in the wall with it. The blue jeans I wore hurt and scraped the sensitive skin. I was used to loose jumpsuits, or all-out nudity in the safety of my own locked room.
I stood even as he waved me to stay seated.
“Geo, I--”
“Do you want a shower?” he asked softly.
It was probably a good idea. I’d walked bare-footed through dirt. I’d taken a long drive in a car feeling hot and bothered the whole time when I wasn’t sleeping against Geo’s shoulder.
And Geo, I decided, had to be tired. He had to be exhausted, actually, from everything he’d done.
He walked to the bathroom and said, “I’ll turn on the hot water for you.”
I heard the water go on, the splashing against the tile like a hard rain.
I entered the bathroom, still fully clothed. The small space was filling with luscious steam.
Geo stood by the shower stall, the door partially open. He stared at me as I entered.
“Geo,” I started again. “I need to apologize to you.”
“For what?”
“For making you do all this. For using my ways as a Sylph to make you want me just because I wanted you. You have to know I--”
“Hush,” he said softly, placing one warm finger over my lips. “You didn’t do anything I didn’t want you to do.”
“I did! I made you forget things, like gloves. I made you break protocols. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I’m bad. I’m bad and I want all this, I do, but I don’t deserve it.”
“Misha, stop. Stop, sweetheart. I forgot my gloves on purpose just so I could feel you. Don’t you know that?”
I shook my head. “I don’t believe it. It’s like with Tory, only you’re nicer. Not violent. But it wasn’t Tory’s fault, either. I know that now. I’m bad and I make people want to do the wrong things. I know you will grow to hate me. I’m sure of it!”
More tears. Hadn’t I cried enough already? But like my guilt, and my own poison soul, I couldn’t help it.
“Shh.” His arms came around me. “You’re good and you have never done anything wrong. You’re pure. I can feel it in my mind and heart. Our bond tells me this.”
“But I enticed you. My body chemistry is what forced it, “ I said.
“It wouldn’t have formed if we weren’t perfect for each other, true mates for each other. Don’t you know that? This wasn’t an accident. Bonds can’t form without something like that to begin with, and certainly they need some sort of sexual contact. We’ve not even had that much. Knotting is the only way Alphas and Omegas fully bond. We haven’t even gone that far and it’s already strong. If nothing else, that is proof we should be together.”
Now his hands were on my t-shirt at the hem, tugging, pulling it up. I raised my arms and let him sweep it over my head and off. His bare fingers touched me, sending swirling aches of pleasure throughout my burning body.
“This was meant to be, Misha. In history they used a term for us.”
“What?” I croaked out.
“Fated mates. It’s not really used anymore.”
