Page 9 of True for You

My inner alpha is purring, whispering that our omega felt safe enough to fall asleep in front of us. I should wait out in the living room, or maybe close my eyes myself and try to get some rest, but I can’t stop looking at Christopher. My eyes dart across his face, just taking as much of him in as I possibly can.

Christopher’s hair is a mess of blond curls that fall all over his pillow, a shade so light it’s almost white. It’s so soft and it takes all my self-control not to run my fingers through it while he’s sleeping. His eyes, which are currently closed, are the prettiest shade of green I’ve ever seen. He’s so fucking pretty. God, I am one lucky alpha.

Jesus, just this morning I was debating quitting my job and now, somehow the tides have turned so fucking drastically. I’m lying in bed beside my true mate. Fuck, what a wild day. I’m so thankful for this life changing turn of events.

It’s a weird feeling. To have all this affection for someone I barely know. This instinctive feeling of being drawn towards him fills my chest. This feeling already encompasses me so strongly. At the same time, I can’t wait to learn everything I can about Christopher. His favorite color, what his childhood was like, his dreams. I can’t wait to take the time to learn everything.

Christopher’s eyes flutter and I hold my breath, a smile stretching across my lips as they blink open at me. He’s so cute as he slowly wakes up, his eyes darting all over my face, like he can barely believe I’m actually here.

“Hi,” he whispers through a yawn, rubbing at his eyes which thankfully have lost the exhausted gloss they had when I’d first arrived.

“Good morning, sleepy head.”

“You’ll never believe the dream I just had,” Christopher murmurs, rolling onto his side. I scoot down so we’re face to face with our heads on the pillows. “I dreamed that I’d met my true mate.”

“What a coincidence,” I say with a smile so wide it hurts my cheeks. How the fuck is it possible to feel this amount of affection so quickly? It feels unreal, like a fucking fairy tale. “I had that very same dream. And then I woke up and realized it was real.”

“Weird. Same for me.” Christopher smiles at me as he tentatively reaches over, placing his hand on my cheek. I let him, a shiver going through me as he touches me, his fingers warm against my skin. His thumb gently runs over my cheekbone and I close my eyes, just savoring it before turning my head and kissing his palm.

“Would it be okay if I kissed you?” I whisper, just barely audible in the quiet of our tiny bubble. The blanket is trapping our scents, heightening them and I smile as I breathe them in, overwhelmed with how perfect they smell combined. The world all fades away until there’s just me and Christopher.

“I’d like that, alpha.” We both lean in at the same time, our lips meeting for the first time. It might be the most chaste kiss I’ve ever received but somehow it completely knocks my socks off. My head swims and my stomach flutters. I feel like my insides are all being rearranged until there’s room for Christopher inside my heart. It’s amazing. My body warms from the top of my head to the soles of my feet.

Christopher pulls back, his green eyes meeting mine for a moment before he’s leaning right back in. His lips are plump and soft against my own. My inner alpha is growling happily, completely in favor of the activities happening right now. Christopher’s maple syrup scent is thick in my nose until it’s the only thing I can smell. I love it and I’m almost positive I’ll never get tired of it. Even right this moment I want more.

I break the kiss in order to run my nose behind Christopher’s ear, breathing him in. God, he smells so good. I open my mouth in order to run my teeth against his skin, my instincts crying out for me to claim, to bite down on Christopher’s skin and leave my mark. With a final gentle kiss, I pull away, knowing I can’t do that, not without talking to him first.

“That feels nice,” Christopher whispers, a sparkle to his eyes that wasn’t there before. “You’re giving me the tinglies.”

“The tinglies?”

“Yeah,” he says, reaching over and running his hand over my hip. “That feeling where your hair stands up and butterflies flit around in your stomach and everything feels overwhelming and not enough at the same time. The tinglies.”

“I usually just call that getting turned on.”

A pretty pink blush rises up on Christopher’s cheeks. “Well, it’s not very often I feel like this,” he confesses softly. “It’s a lot.”

I lean in until our noses touch just because I can and it makes me happy that I’m allowed to be soft with him and touch him before pulling back again. “What do you mean?”

Christopher bites his bottom lip for a moment before letting out a long breath. “I’m asexual,” he explains, “I get turned on every once in a while but it’s pretty rare.”

“Oh,” I breathe, pulling my hand away from where it was laying against his hip. “I’m sorry. Am I making you uncomfortable?”

“Not at all,” he says, grabbing my hand and placing it back on his hip forcefully. The gesture makes me grin. “Trust me to tell you if I’m uncomfortable with anything. And just because I don’t feel sexual attraction doesn’t mean I don’t like sex. I think it’s great for feeling connected and close. And every once in a while I’ll get horny enough to want to fuck someone,” he says with a shrug.

“Okay,” I say slowly, processing this new slice of information that makes up Christopher. “So touches like this are okay?”

“Yes. I’m not touch adverse. If anything I’m a bit touchstarved. Some people might even say I’m clingy.”

“I’d never call you that,” I say right away, maybe a little too forcibly for the conversation, but I need him to know. “You can touch me whenever you want.”

Christopher gives me a small smile. “Okay.” He moves until he’s plastered against my side, his head on my chest and my arms wrapped around him. He fits perfectly against my side, being a little bit smaller than me. The size difference fills my stomach with fluttering.

I’m left feeling amazed. The universe somehow deemed the two of us a perfect fit and so far it’s proven itself correct. I’ve found someone who doesn’t mind the way I like to touch my partner, someone who’s willing to talk to me about what he likes and what he doesn’t. I’m not naive enough to think there will be no bumps in the road but so far I truly feel like we could tackle those bumps together.

Christopher’s hand runs up and down my stomach and I let out a shaky breath. My cock slowly fills with blood as he touches me, his scent invading my nose until I’m light headed with it. My face heats so quickly I’m worried I might literally pass out. The last thing I wanna do is make Christopher feel weird or like he has to do anything he doesn’t wanna do.

“Sorry,” I say, clearing my throat awkwardly.

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