Page 24 of Fated to Him

I don’t say it to make her smile, but it provokes a tiny one anyway. “Why doesn’t Benji lead?”

“I’m the most dominant wolf in Ellis Wood, and the most dominant wolf always leads.”

I want to kiss her again. Longer this time, even though it’s not a good idea. Delilah is still battling her wolf, and the longer she goes without shifting, the more painful it will be when she eventually does.

But I need one more taste of her lips. Just one. Dipping my head, I feather my lips over hers, swallowing a groan at how fucking perfect she feels beneath me and how good she tastes.

Her eyes flutter closed, and I catch the exact moment her body relaxes beneath mine as she sighs into my mouth.

She’s sliding her palms up my back as she draws my body down to hers when she growls and shoves me away.

My eyes snap open. “Delilah?”

She rolls onto her side, away from me, and forms herself into a tight ball, whimpering.

The refreshing mint scent returns, melding with Delilah’s wildflower and honey to create a new scent. An impossible one. I stare down at her, stunned.

Omega.

I’ve never met one before. They’re rare. So rare I didn’t think they even existed anymore. But as shocking as this is, it makes sense. Even when she was human, she ignored my orders and stared me down when she shouldn’t have been able to.

Omegas exist outside of pack hierarchy. They choose which orders to follow, and unlike other shifters, they have no interest in clamoring for a better pack position. They make their own rules.

“Delilah?” I smooth back sweat-dampened hair from her face.

“Go away,” she groans, huddling into herself.

I grin. “No can do. A wolf is trying to get out of you, and I’m here to help.” She’s burning up, and her scent is growing stronger, stirring my desire.

Without opening her eyes, she unwinds an arm from around herself, presses her palm on my chest, and shoves me. “You’ve done more than enough. Go. Away.”

Fighting back a smile, I ease away from her, but I’m not going anywhere. When she starts scratching at her skin, I decide I’ve had enough. Delilah is in pain. She needs a push, and I intend to give her one. I grip the bottom of the sleep shirt and tear the offending material off her.

Delilah doesn’t seem to notice. When she shifts, she’ll tear through it anyway, and the cotton, soft as it is, won’t feel good on her overly sensitive skin.

I get her up on her knees and blanket her body with mine, my chest to her back. As I wrap my arm around her front, I feel the first prickle of fur sweep over her skin.

Our position is intimate. Too intimate. This is how I want to take her. And I will. Just not now.

I sweep the hair from her neck and press my mouth to her ear. “Shift, baby.”

Groaning, she moves against me. Her ass brushes my cock, and I bite off a moan.

“No.”

I grip her chin, angling her head so we’re eye to eye as I reach for my wolf. Orders don’t work on omegas, but between the potent lure of the moon, my order, and her wolf already so close to emerging, I hope it’ll be enough. “Shift.”

She shakes her head. “No.”

I lower my voice an octave, persuasive. “Don’t you want to run? To play? Doesn’t the moon call to you the way it calls to me?”

Her breathing turns deeper. She rubs herself on me again, her wolf’s lush, innate sensuality rising. I bite off a growl and silence the need to grip her hips, hold her still, and bury myself within her.

“Delilah, don’t you want to be free?” I whisper the words directly into her ear, a temptation no wolf can ignore for long. “Give into the freedom, baby. It’s right there, waiting for you.”

A soft whimper accompanies a brush of fur on my chest.

Yes.

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