Page 224 of Captive Omega

Garrison said Blaine had come a long way. I don’t want him to force himself to go even further if he’s not ready.

Blaine’s expression softens as he drapes the throw over my shoulder, holding the soft fleecy fabric closed at the front. “I’ve spent a long time hiding.”

His glasses slide down the bridge of his nose and I nudge them back up, which draws a smile from him. “Thanks.”

“Uh, your hands were full. I hope you don’t mind.” There, I’ve finally done what I’ve ached to do. I have pushed Blaine’s glasses up his nose. But has it silenced my strange obsession with his glasses? No. It has not. “And you don’t want to hide anymore?”

He shakes his head. “Anytime Vaughn would ask me if I wanted to spar, I always told him one day. I thought if I waited long enough, time would make the hard things easy, and it never did. It just made things harder.”

I understand what he meant before. “So when you said one day…”

His gaze dips to my lips. “I told myself one day I would kiss you.”

I stop breathing, and I have to remind myself to start again. “When is one day?”

He doesn’t seem to move, but it feels like he might be closer to me. Maybe he’s not the only one moving. Maybe I am as well.

“Today,” he says softly. “Now, actually.”

I’m fighting a losing battle with myself not to touch him. That stupid urge to nudge his glasses up his nose is one thing. This is something else. His sandalwood and vanilla scent calls to me like melted ice cream to ants on a hot summer’s day. It isn’t just his scent.

It’s him.

You can’t heal someone unless they want to be healed, and Blaine isn’t broken, just bruised from an experience that rocked his world to the core. But I keep wanting to take away all his hurts and his pains. Is this what love is?

He’s still looking at my lips, not kissing me, though I can see he wants to. And I’m balling my hands to rid myself of this growing itch to touch him.

Vaughn’s snoring kicks up a level.

I glance into my nest and smile. After I perfumed, I thought of my nest as a place that comforted the omega side of me. Just for me, no sharing ever. I never imagined how happy having an actual room sized nest and sharing it with the men I love would make me feel.

Vaughn is like a starfish, on his belly, and one hand covering Garrison’s face. I’m surprised Garrison can breathe at all.

“How can a person move around so much?”

Blaine peers into my nest, and a smile splits his face. “I have no idea. I’d tell you that was unusual, but he once fell asleep leaning against a wall.”

He turns back to face me, eyes searching mine, and his smile fades. “It doesn’t bother you at all, does it?”

I blink at him, confused. “What?”

“The burn on my cheek. Kissing you will mean I’m close. So you’ll see it. Properly. Up close. If you think it will bother you, I can?—”

I step into him, rise to my tiptoes and touch my lips to his.

He freezes.

I’m positive he’s not even breathing when I lean back, look him in the eye and say, “I don’t care about anything but you.”

“You kissed me.” His breathing is ragged and his eyes are laser focused on my mouth.

“I did.” Now I’m regretting my pushy behavior. “I’m sorry if?—”

He crushes me against him, hands roving my back and ass as we share the same breath. My throw drops from my shoulder, exposing my bare skin to the bite of a cooling night that I barely feel. Blaine’s body is kicking off that much heat.

Blaine backs up, holding me against him as I shove at his pants, wanting them gone. He beats me to it. As his pants drop, he lifts me. I wrap my arms and legs around him, wanting to touch his skin, but his turtleneck is so tight, I can’t.

His kiss is as desperate as his hands urging me onto him.

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