Page 17 of My Omega's Dream

My head grows foggy the longer I smell him. I want to connect with him. I want to mark him. I want him to be mine.

Opening my mouth, I run my teeth over his skin, feeling him shiver against me. His hands reach out and clasp my hips,holding on so tightly I swear there will be bruises against my skin when I wake up. I lick him, marking him with my scent.

“Fuck,” he gasps out, finally pushing me back. “Fuck, Avery.”

I growl in response. “Mine.”

The alpha across from me stares at me for a long moment. “You don’t even think I’m real,” he says softly, barely above a whisper.

For some reason, that sobers me. Some of the fog clears. “What? Of course you’re not. This is a dream.”

He nods. “Yes. This is a dream.”

“So you’re the alpha I’ve made with my imagination. You’re exactly the type of alpha I crave but know I can’t have out in the real world.”

This time, it’s the alpha who moves. He lunges and I fall onto my back, staring up at the night sky. He crawls over me and desperation claws at my chest. He’s over me and around me and fuck, I even want himinside me.

“Don’t think like that,” he says, his voice fierce. “You can have any alpha you want. I’ve only known you a short time but I’m already interested. I want to know everything about you. I want to crawl under your skin.” He leans down and runs his nose over my cheek, his mask tickling my skin.

Why does this feel so real?

“I’m obsessed with you,” he admits.

“You are?”

“Yeah. I can’t stop thinking about you. I watch you when you’re not looking. When I’m not with you, I swear I have your phantom scent in my nose.” His lips press against my cheek through his mask. “I want you so fucking much but I’m terrified of scaring you away before we even have a chance.”

My head swims and my entire body warms. His voice is so deep, washing over me as he makes his confession. His desperation is so fucking hot. I’m hard and wet and aching. Henuzzles at my neck and I whimper, wrapping my legs around his hips, wanting to feel his body press down against my own.

If I didn’t know this was a dream, I would think I was going into heat.

“What’s holding you back?”

And just like that, he’s gone. The alpha pulls away, sitting back on his heels. He stares at me and I can tell he wants me. So why the fuck is he over there instead of on top of me?

“I won’t do anything until you know the truth. The whole truth.”

“Then tell me,” I say, my voice higher than usual. I’m ready to beg if I need to. “Please. Tell me everything so I can have you.”

“I’m not sure it matters. You don’t even think I’m real.”

“None of this matters for that very reason! You’re not real so why the fuck are you holding back!”

I reach for him but he moves back even further. He shakes his head. “You might not think I’m real, but what if I told you I was. What if you know exactly who I am but you’re not letting yourself properly see, Avery?”

I open my mouth to respond but don’t find the right words. Is he right? Am I ignoring that familiar feeling because I don’t want to actually see who this man really is? Am I pretending he’s completely made up because that’s safer?

No, this isa dream! There’s no way this is real.

So why is the figment of my own imagination fucking with me?

The world around me begins to flicker and fade. “Wait. No,” I blurt out, reaching for the alpha in front of me.

“It’s okay,” he says softly, smiling beneath his mask. “I’ll see you soon, Avery.”

One moment, I’m staring at my alpha and the next, I’m blinking myself awake. I remember falling asleep as close to the edge of the bed as possible, but apparently, I moved while I was asleep.

I wake up wrapped in warmth, strong arms wrapped around me from behind. Frost is pressed against my back, his breath warm against the back of my neck. I feel so safe, so warm. Not unlike how I felt in my dream moments ago.

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