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“It is perfectly fine to say,” I murmur, watching at the way her bun threatens to come undone. God, I want to see the way her curls tumble down her back. I’m becoming very obsessed with this girl.

“What do you think is pretty about it?”

“The swirls of color, and the way it all moves over your skin,” she murmurs. Aisling moves to look at the black and white orchids I have done over my forearm, which look stark and austere against the vibrant flames on my hands.

“Wow,” she murmurs, her fingers trailing up my skin. I wonder how her small hands would feel wrapped around my cock. All I can think about is the way she’s absorbed in what she’s doing, the way her scent is all around me, and how much it makes me want to taste her.

“How far up does this tattoo go?”

She can only see two of the orchids that are on my skin, since my sweater is covering the rest.

“This tattoo goes up my arm, but I have a lot more all over my body,” I murmur. There’s a rumble to my voice and she blushes as she realizes that she’s touching an alpha so intimately.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispers, raising her hands as if they’re on fire.

I smile because her thoughts are telegraphed across her features, and she did nothing wrong.

“I can’t get enough of your touch, sugar,” I purr. She may not always be sweet, but her scent is driving me wild. I want to do incredibly depraved things to Aisling, and the dark parts of me want to know how much she’ll enjoy it.

Choking on my cock, begging me to come, taking my pack as hers while we cover her in our cum.

Fuck, I need her.

“It’s inappropriate…” Aisling trails off, her eyes wide as she looks up at me. Her hands are clasped together as if she still wants to touch me.

She may not know we’re scent matches, but she feels something. Hmm.

Stepping toward her, I allow my intrusive thoughts to win and pull the pin holding her hair up from it.

“Fuck, that’s exactly what I thought it would look like,” I growl, touching one of her curls. “You are stunning, and there is nothing inappropriate about touching me, except for the fact that I don’t know your name.”

I need a reason for us to exchange names, since I’m not supposed to know who she is. I don’t want to spook her.

“Oh,” she says, biting her lip. I want to tell her the only one biting it should be me, but grit my teeth so I won’t. “I’m Aisling.”

“I’m Domh,” I say. “My mother named me Domhnall, actually, but no one can pronounce it.”

Her lips move as if trying to say it without sound before breaking into a wide smile. “I can see how it could be a mouthful, Domh.”

The sound of my name on her lips is even better than I thought it would be, and my cock twitches in agreement. I’m so hard, the zipper in my jeans strains to keep me contained. I want to prove to her how much more than a mouthful I am, but bite down hard on my tongue. I can’t fuck this up. I won’t.

I will be a goddamn angel, even though I may allow my intrusive thoughts to win here and there. As I watch Aisling push her hair off her shoulders, she winks at me, and I can see she didn’t mind that I released it from her bun.

“Can I walk you to your car?” I ask, checking my watch to see that it’s almost eight o’clock. The time flew by while we were enjoying ourselves, and this back hallway is deserted now.

Aisling thinks about it as she grabs her coat from the wall mounted coat rack, and I follow suit. Fixing my sweater, I smirk as I feel her gaze on me. The little omega doesn’t like watching the ink disappear as I get dressed for the cold weather outside.

Something about that fills me with pride. It’s irrational, and one misstep could blow this all to hell.

Her scarf is incredibly soft as I pick it up, making me want to scent mark it like a damn cat. Looping it over her neck, I tuck it into her coat and make sure it’s buttoned closed.

“What about you?” she asks with a giggle as she pulls out her mittens.

God, I can’t get enough of her. The fact that they’re fingerless is even better. What would they look like tied up over her head with nothing else on while I fuck her? Cold hands affect the ability to have orgasms I read once, and I’m nothing if not accommodating.

“I want to make sure you’re good,” I growl, enjoying the way her pupils blow with desire. Fuck yes. I know she wants me, but I’m still keeping a tight rein on myself.

I will not fucking scare her.

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