Page 13 of Dancing for His Omega

“Have you ever been mated?” I asked. Most of the conversation we’d had thus far had been about me. I wanted to get to know my mate.

“I haven’t.” He leaned back and wiped his mouth with a cloth napkin. “I dated some in high school but after that, I was focused on learning my craft. At some point, I knew that if I believed in Fate, which I did, that my mate would stumble into my life. Or…as the case may be, he would walk into my chocolate shop making me drop everything.”

Chuckling together, I reached over the table and took his hand in mine. Every time I touched this man, my entire body flared to life. My bear chuffed inside me. He told me this was my mate and was upset I had to have proof. I was silly to him. Better late than never.

“Have you lived here long?”

Micah furrowed his brow. “Not too long. But I made chocolates from home for a while before opening up a shop.”

We talked more about how he came here. He’d moved to this small town after hearing social media buzz about the small town with a huge foodie following. Said he felt the urge to move here, in his chest. “Now I know why Oliver Creek called to me. My business is flourishing, and I’ve met my mate. Fate has a plan. If I wasn’t a believer before, I certainly am now.”

“Should we have dessert?” I asked, not wanting another course other than the man across from me.

His chest moved in and out with shallow breaths. “Are we talking about the chocolate cake or something else?”

I leaned back and tugged on his hand, bringing him to straddle my hips. “I’m not talking about cake.”

“Are you sure? I know you’re still hurting from Jacob.”

“Don’t,” I said, gripping his hips. “He has no part in this. I swear. I’ve wanted you from the first second I saw you. This isabout you and me. I know what I want and who I need. It’s you, Micah. It’s always been you.”

Chapter Twelve

Micah

“Are you sure?” I didn’t want my mate to rush into anything if he still needed time. “We have the rest of our lives. If you need more time to move past, well, the past, we can go slow. I don’t have any expectations at all of how this should go.”

“That’s very sweet, omega, but I don’t need time. I wouldn’t have thought it possible, but you’re my fated mate, and meeting you pushed me out of the hole I’d dug myself into.”

“Then would you like to see the rest of the house?”

He placed his hands at my waist and lifted me to my feet. “Can we start in your bedroom?”

“I’m very glad I made my bed this morning.” Actually, although I had done that, I’d also changed the sheets before he came over. I hadn’t known for sure we’d end up between them, but just in case we did, I wanted them daisy fresh for our very first time together.

“I’m not.” He nuzzled the base of my throat. “I wouldn’t mind seeing your bedding all rumpled from my omega sleeping in it.”

Whew. This alpha really knew what to say to get an omega going. I opened the bedroom door and stepped inside. The hallway light shone on the bed, almost like one of the lights over my chocolate displays, and I loved that.

This would be our first time together, and for shifter mates, who were traditionally longer-lived than humans, the first of many lovemaking sessions over our years together. That sounded both wonderful and terrifying. What if I wasn’t good? If he was disappointed in me? I stood by the bed, mind racing with the kind of thoughts I’d never had before.

But then, I’d never been at such an important point of my life.

“Omega, where are you?” The alpha came up behind me and pulled me against him. “You seem like you’re far away.”

“I’m having a little performance anxiety,” I admitted. “All of a sudden, I’m afraid that you’ll be disappointed in me. I’ve never been anyone’s mate before.”

He chuckled, his breath warm against my ear. “And I have?”

“But you’re wonderful.”

He turned me in his arms and began to unbutton my shirt. “Omega, I’m thanking Fate every minute for you. You’ve already brought me out of a dark place, and now we’re about to make love for the first time.”

“And that’s the pressure.”

“No.” He kissed my forehead, my cheeks, and my lips. “That’s the beauty.” My shirt came down over my shoulders and he eased it off my arms. “We’re suited perfectly. And I can’t wait to have you naked on that very nicely made bed.”

“I changed the sheets,” I admitted as he helped me out of all of my clothes and laid me back. “I was hoping…”

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