Page 40 of Want It All
‘Oh, fuck,’ she gasped. ‘Alpha –’
‘Come for me, omega.’
It was as if I’d pressed a button; she shrieked, and the sound muffled, then cut out.
I turned my head to the side to stare at my phone.
She called again a moment later. ‘I rolled on the screen and cut the call,’ she said sheepishly.
Could she be any fucking cuter?‘No worries.’ I paused. ‘Do you need another?’
I winced as soon as the words left my mouth; it sounded as if I was asking if she needed another tissue, or a shopping bag, not an orgasm.
‘You’d give me what I needed, wouldn’t you?’ she said thoughtfully, seeming not to mind.
‘Always,’ I answered.
‘I think I’m okay.’ I heard the rustle of material. ‘I’m going to kick Sebastian in the shin, though.’ She swallowed. ‘I should have known better.’
‘You like him,’ I said gently. ‘You like each other. It’s obvious, Rose.’
‘Yes, but that’s no excuse for logic flying out the window every time he blinks at me,’ she said crossly. ‘I put myself in danger because my impulse control is suddenly non-existent.’
‘It’s –’ I started, then stopped, as a knock came from my door. ‘What the fuck?’ I muttered.
‘What happened?’
‘Someone’s knocking on my door.’ I settled one arm behind my head. ‘They can fuck right off, though.’
She huffed a laugh. ‘What if it’s your mum or dad?’
‘They’d call, which would have been an evenworseinterruption.’ The knocking continued, louder. ‘Fuck, they’re really insistent.’
‘Then you should answer it.’ She sighed. ‘I should have a shower, anyway.’
My cock twitched as my imagination ran riot once more. ‘Mmpfh,’ I managed.
‘I’ll see you tomorrow?’ she said, a smile in her voice.
‘I’ll see you tomorrow,’ I answered, and hung up before I could do something stupid – like profess my undying adoration.
I rolled off my bed as the knocking on my door continued, grabbing a towel from the bathroom to deal with the rapidly-cooling mess on my stomach before spraying myself with canceller and pulling on a fresh shirt and pair of jeans. I padded into my lounge room, unbolted the deadlock, and pulled open the door.
Sebastian stood outside as if we’d summoned him, looking as miserable as he did freshly fucked. His lips were swollen and downturned, his eyes on the floor. ‘Can I come in?’
‘Are you okay?’
His eyes flickered up. ‘I don’t …’ He trailed off.
I stood aside to let him in.
His nostrils flared as he came inside. This was why the Banksia House guidelines warned against this. We could suppress ourscents with blockers and cancellers, and it worked on our bodies – albeit imperfectly – but it was far less easy to remove a scent from a space, especially when you spent a lot of time there.
‘Fuck,’ Sebastian breathed. He pressed the heel of his hands against his eyes. ‘Salted caramel. Fuck me.’ His hands moved to his hair; he tugged at the golden strands. ‘Of course you’d smell edible.’
He didn’t seem to hate it, and at any other time, I’d ask the questions I was dying to know the answer to.Do we have complementary scents? Do you want to devour me whole, or is it just simply … nice? Does my scent make you as hard as your eyes make me?
But at that moment, I was too bemused by his presence. ‘Sebastian, what happened?’
