Page 82 of In Doubt
“Tell me about them, your pack?”
“What do you want to know, Baby Girl? You already met them.”
“How’d it happen? How’d you form your pack?” She tickles her fingers against my scalp. “What’s special about them?”
“That’s,” I gaze into the richness of her eyes, “a difficult question to answer. Like trying to explain what makes a sunset special or a rainbow. Words can never do those things justice, can never capture what it’s like to stand before one.”
“Hmmm,” she murmurs sleepily and I capture a lock of her hair in my hand, stroking down its length, loving the way the strands run through my fingers.
“I was a lonely little rich boy before I met them,” I cringe. It sounds so pathetic but I want to give her the truth, thinking about Dylan’s advice, knowing she needs to trust me. “I was near to losing myself in a pit of self-pity. Drinking too much, messing around with any girl who looked my way, wasting away my trust fund. I was closed in on myself and alone. My parents were too busy tearing each other apart in the divorce courts, too absorbed with their new lives, to notice. If this pack hadn’t swooped in and claimed me as one of their own, fuck knows where I’d be now.” I close my eyes, feeling every inch of her warm skin against mine, drowning in her sweet scent. “It was Aiden really who saw behind the mask, and you know how he is with his straight talking. He brought me out of his shell. I guess we’re alike, the two of us. We were both alone in different ways, looking for love and connection.”
“And you found it? With this pack?”
“Yes Giorgie.”
“Then I want to.” I bring my forehead down to rest against hers, the emotion of this making my body shake.
“So does that mean…”
“I’ve had bad experiences in the past–”
“I wouldn’t–” She lands her palm on my chest.
“It’s stopped me from trusting, fully trusting another person – trusting alphas especially. It stopped me from letting go for a long time. A very long time. And I think maybe that was a mistake, because it meant he won. He took more from me than I should have let him. He took away my chance to find someone and build a real connection.”
“Whatever he did,” I growl. “It wasn’t your fault.”
“I know,” she smoothes her hand across my chest. “I thought I’d moved on from it, but being here with you, I realise I hadn’t. Because this is the first time in a long time that I’ve really,” she smiles, “trusted someone enough to enjoy the sex.” Her gaze falls to her fingers as she strokes them across my skin. “I want to … I want to move on. I want to be free from what happened, from him. That means letting go of all my fears. It means trusting you. It means trusting myself and following my desires. I have to be brave and honest with myself. And that means exploring this curiosity.” Her gaze flutters up to meet mine again and my heart pounds in my chest, right beneath her fingers. “I know pack omegas can be cherished and loved. I know they can be the person that binds the pack together. I think I might want that. So if you are happy to share me, Alpha, then I want to try.”
I growl low and tug her closer, nibbling on her neck. My heart expands so violently in my chest, I’m surprised my ribs don’t crack. She wants to try this. With me. With us. She trusts me.
“I want nothing more than to share you, Omega. To have my whole pack pleasuring you and taking care of you. We’ll make this so good for you, I promise.” I kiss the tender flesh of her neck, smelling the deepening of her scent. This conversion is turning her on and her cunt flutters around my knot.
“But,” I add, drawing back and lifting her chin so she’s gazing straight into my eyes, “are you telling me you might want to be ours? Permanently? Do you want to be a part of this pack?”
She smoothes her thumb across my lips. “Slow down, Alpha. One step at a time.”
I nod. I’m rushing ahead of myself, giddy with excitement at the possibility. I take a steadying breath.
“OK,” I say. “We’ll give this a try, but if it isn’t what you want … if you don’t like it … if it’s too much. You only have to say the word.”
“A safe word?” she asks.
“Yes, Omega. A safe word. You utter it and I’ll make it all stop. OK?”
“Yes, thank you,” she says. “I like that idea.”
“It’s new for all of us. We’ve never done this either.” She smiles at me and I mirror the expression. “Fuck, Giorgie, you’re the firecracker I always knew you were. Always curious, always pushing me. Willing to experiment and see if this will work for us.”
Maybe I knew that all along. Maybe that’s why this situation was so damn frustrating because deep down I knew she was the perfect omega for our pack.
“So what’s the word?” I ask her.
“Hmmm.” Her lips twitch in amusement. “Professor Lichenstein.”
I screw up my face in disgust. “Yeah, fuck, that’d stop me in my tracks.”
She laughs. “That’s what I thought.”
