Page 43 of Omega Island
I began to laugh. “Of course I did. I’m the alpha. That means consent, right?”
“No.” He didn’t smile. “No, it doesn’t mean that. You have a say. And you matter.”
I sobered instantly, fiddling with my coffee mug. Remembering the passion. The way he’d lifted his hips to me. The way I’d wanted him deeper on my knot, something I thought I’d forgotten how to do.
More tingles spread down below. My sarong tented. My nostrils flared as I scented new slick leaking from him, pure and sweet.
“I wanted it. You.” I gave him a meek smile. “Really. I did. I still do.”
Senta shut his eyes. “You’ll stay for the day, then?”
“Hell yes.”
We continued to eat as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Then something inside me bubbled up and I blurted: “Straten says I owe him an explanation. A chance to talk. He wants to get together.”
Senta sipped his coffee, his eyes darkening. “Do you think you owe him that?”
I shook my head. “I don’t think so.”
“But deep down you know.”
He was right. I blinked hard, my vision blurring. “I don’t want to talk to him. Ever.”
Senta reached out and touched my hand. “Then that’s your answer.”
“Hondo said that, too.”
“It sounds like you have a good therapist in him.”
I remembered that Senta had a therapist’s license. “And you’re both right. I’m slow, but I’m getting it.”
“All you owe anyone is to take all the time you need,” Senta replied.
“Can I be honest?”
His brows narrowed. “Please.”
“I needed this.”
His cheeks puffed as he held back a smile. “Breakfast?”
“No. I needed last night as much as you did. You’re amazing, do you know that? And the knotting—I didn’t think or know if I could.” My face heated. My cock began to do more than tingle. It throbbed. “I’m very attracted to you, but I wasn’t sure if I could trust myself to know what was going on with me. Hondo told me attraction’s okay.”
“Hondo sounds very smart.” Senta squeezed my hand.
“We get a lot of patients here,” Senta continued. “All have unique problems. Everyone has a story. They are as normal and wonderful and beautiful as anyone else, even if they are suffering in the moment.”
Still unsure, I plowed ahead. “I’ll state this up front. I didn’t want to fail you.”
“You could never do that.”
Before I could process my response to that statement, tickles of moisture blurred my vision. I couldn’t see for a moment. I couldn’t think.
Senta got up. He bent down to me and clasped my head to his chest. “You’re strong and real and you count as a person. Raimi, you’re so beautiful, do you know that?”
I didn’t know that. Or maybe some part of me did but was too shy and unsure to reveal itself. Now this enigmatic omega was telling me straight to my face. I mattered. I was real and I deserved to be here.
The linen of his robe against my face absorbed all my misgivings. Every single one. When I was calm, Senta, who was now leaking slick badly, the scent surrounding me like a cloud of ecstasy, said, “Is it okay to want you again?”
