Page 135 of Foxy Filthy Omega

Soren searched my eyes with more sanity than I thought was possible considering how intense his pheromones were.

The geraniums were nearly imperceptible and all I could really smell was the patchouli, thick with his raging desire and need.

“You’re lying,” he finally said.

The surety of his statement caught me so off guard I actually flinched.

“Why are you really holding back?” His hands slid up my thighs to settle on my waist, his fingers hooking in my underwear. “I don’t want to do this anymore if you’re just here because you feel obligated.”

All I could do was stare at him in disbelief, because his pheromones were telling me he was being honest. They wrapped around me, desperate to make me feel as good as he was, if not more.

This shouldn’t be possible. He shouldn’t be able to hold back like this with the strength of these pheromones. He should be completely lost in the need even after all I did to lower his levels.

Yet here he was, staring into my eyes while he patiently waited for me to say something.

If I didn’t tell him what he wanted to hear, I firmly believed he would tell me to leave.

Why?

No.

How?

I don’t know what he sensed from me, but Soren leaned forward and kissed my shoulder, keeping his eyes on mine the whole time.

His large hands spanned across my back, pushing me into him. He kissed all along my collarbone until he reached my throat. Then he inhaled deeply.

I jumped when his chest started rumbling.

Holy shit. Was he purring?

“Do I scare you?”

“Yes.” My nails dug into his shoulders, but I didn’t stop him from nuzzling against my scent glands.

“At least you’re not trying to lie to me anymore.” Soren licked the column of my throat and I inhaled sharply. “This is fine, but kissing isn’t?”

I wasn’t an idiot. I knew it didn’t make any sense, but what was I supposed to tell him? Was I supposed to be honest and say the only person I’ve ever kissed was Leo? I really didn’t think that would go over well.

“Relax,” he purred. “I’m not going to kiss you until you ask me to.”

What the fuck was he picking up on? I was still in control of my pheromones so why was he able to sense my emotions?

Soren pressed a thumb to my clit and held me in place with his other hand when I tried to get away.

That predatory gaze was back in his eyes.

“I can agree to no kissing, but this? This you have to give me,” Soren warned. “It may be my first time, but I’m not letting you leave until you come for me, Frankie.”

His thumb pressed harder against my clit and I jerked in his arms, no longer interested in trying to get away.

“I need to make you feel good too,” he murmured, watching my face as he lifted me up with just one hand. “Let me show you how quickly I can learn.”

The quiet ones were always the most dangerous.

I really should have remembered that before I offered to help him.

Soren was going to get exactly what he wanted and once he did, we’d see how he really felt about me.

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