Page 42 of Omega Chattel
The third scenario both excited and terrified me. If Tarin became angry and treated me like a child—which I still was in so many ways despite my age—I don’t know if I could handle that. If he tossed me out—of his room or the house—either way, I’d be mortified and left with nothing. So far he’d given me everything, including safety.
Yet, this need inside me crested so high I felt ready to gamble it all to satiate it. I was insane, for sure. Or better, in an altered state. I liked the feeling so much I actually smiled to myself in the darkness, running my hand slowly over my flat stomach and around my cock, never touching it but coming close, so close.
I wanted Tarin’s heated body over mine, to be encased in the oven of his Alpha embrace, surging up to be claimed forever and ever. Never stopping.
I heard something drop heavily to the floor next door, and a low curse, though I couldn’t make out the word.
Tarin had—dropped something? Fallen?
No, that couldn’t be. Tarin was strong and never wavering. The most protective Alpha ever, though I’d met none others. But I knew it. In my heart. He was the epitome of his kind.
Lying in my bed in the darkness, listening to the sounds from Tarin’s room made the intense longing worse. My body yearned so hard I thought I might come just from that. No touch. Just overwhelming, fierce need.
He was there in the back of my mind, a caressing thought. He had to feel it, too. How could he ignore me?
Could a person die of desire?
I thought I would break apart.
I got up and threw on my robe, not bothering to belt it in front. Yanking open my bedroom door, I stepped into the dark hall.
Down at the end shone a faint gold light under the window, midway to the floor, as if a nightlight I’d never noticed before had always been there. A beacon to shadows. A way to see the path in the night.
My robe hung open at my sides, revealing everything I was and felt in the moment. My cock pointed straight for Tarin’s door. I walked straight up to it, reaching out and laying my palm flat against the cool, wood surface.
Please, please let me in.But I didn’t knock.
All was silent within. In my mind I could feel him. He wasn’t asleep.
I stayed very still, hand against the door, for a long time. Eyes wide open in the dark. Mind spinning.
He wasn’t going to come. On the other side, Tarin was in there ignoring me.
I fell with a soft hush to my knees and placed my forehead against the barrier that kept us apart.
I should go back to my room and try to sleep. I knew it. How could I want someone who didn’t want me back?
But he did want me. That kiss. In the dew and the damp and the cricket song. In the late half-moon evening filled with the perfumes of the garden beds and the fresh emerald grass.
He’d claimed me with more than his lips. I wanted to shout it.You did this! We did it together. You can’t deny me!
Without warning, I fell forward on my hands as the door moved. My head dropped and from my knees I looked up.
Door open, Tarin stood at the threshold in a soft, dark green robe staring down at me. His legs were bare, furred with dark hair that glistened against his skin. I looked up and up, past the shadows at the hem of his robe—no I didn’t see a thing—and into his face. Determined blue eyes glared, but the hint of an upturn to his mouth softened the gaze.
“You young ones. Always in a rush,” he said.
Chapter Twelve
Tarin
“Get up. Come on.”
To find Alli kneeling, practically disrobed, at my door should not have surprised me. Yet, it did. His boldness on the street when he’d followed me was nothing compared to this.
I had sealed the new bond forming between us with that kiss only a few hours ago. And yes, there was a bond forming. I could no longer lie to myself. I could no longer ignore it.
I had thought we would have more time to explore the budding of it. We could sleep on it and be better oriented in the morning to assess and even discuss the potentialities of what was happening between us.
