Page 105 of Storm
My attention drifts back to the screen just as the main characters finally reunite after years apart. The tension between them builds, the rain soaking their clothes as they argue on a dock before falling into each other's arms. What starts as an angry confrontation quickly transforms into passion, their kisses desperate and hungry as they stumble inside an old house.
The air in the room shifts subtly. Fox's honey and chamomile scent grows stronger, sweeter, as the scene on screen heats up. The characters tear at each other's clothes.
I shift uncomfortably, suddenly very aware of my own body's response. My dark chocolate scent rises to meet Fox's, the two mingling in the air between us. Alex's vanilla and sandalwood deepens, taking on spicier notes as he registers our changing scents.
On screen, the couple falls onto a bed, their limbs tangled, their movements growing more frantic. I swallow hard, heat blooming across my skin.
Fox makes a soft sound, not quite a whimper but not quite a sigh, and I glance over to find his cheeks flushed, his eyes wide and dark as he watches the scene unfold. Alex's arm tightens around him, his green eyes darkening as he breathes in our combined omega scents.
I should look away. I should excuse myself and leave them to their moment. Instead, I find myself captivated by the flush spreading across Fox's pale skin, the way his lips part slightly as his breath quickens.
Our eyes meet across the couch, and something electric passes between us. Fox's hazel eyes widen, his scent spikes with a note I've never detected before.
"Storm," he whispers, my name a question on his lips.
I don't remember moving, but suddenly I'm closer, the space between us shrinking as if pulled by some invisible force. Alex watches us, his green eyes intense with fascination.
Fox reaches for me, his hand trembling slightly as it hovers in the space between us. I meet him halfway, our fingers intertwining. The simple touch sends sparks racing up my arm. His skin is softer than I expected, warm against mine.
"I've been wondering," Fox admits, his voice barely audible over the movie still playing in the background, "what it would be like to kiss another omega."
The confession sends a shiver down my spine. I've been curious too, though I never allowed myself to acknowledge it until now. At the Omega House, I felt repelled by the other omegas' scents—I'd wanted to scratch out the eyes of my best friend, Harley. But Fox's scent calls to me in a way that defies everything I had learned.
"Show me," I whisper.
Fox leans forward, closing the remaining distance between us. His lips are soft against mine, hesitant at first, then growing bolder as I respond. He tastes like honey and something wilder, darker than his sweet scent suggests. I make a small sound of surprise and pleasure as his tongue traces the seam of my lips, seeking entry.
Alex's scent shifts again, growing richer as he watches us explore each other. I'm acutely aware of him beside Fox, his breath quickening.
When Fox and I finally break apart, we're both breathing harder, our scents mingling into something intoxicating.
"Beautiful," Alex murmurs, his gaze moving between us, equal heat in his eyes for both.
Fox turns to him, a silent communication passing between them before he leans up to capture Alex's lips in a kiss that's familiar yet charged with new energy. I watch, completely entranced, as Alex's hand comes up to cradle Fox's face. The tenderness in the gesture makes my chest tight with emotion.
When they part, Alex's eyes find mine over Fox's shoulder. "May I?" he asks, the simple question loaded with meaning.
I nod, unable to form words as heat pools low in my belly. Alex reaches for me, his large hand gentle as it cups my cheek, guiding me forward into a kiss that's nothing like the one I shared with Fox. Where Fox was exploratory, Alex is confident, his lips firm against mine.
A soft gasp draws our attention back to Fox, who watches us with wide, hungry eyes, his scent thick with arousal. The movie, forgotten in the background, as we shift closer together, hands exploring, breaths mingling.
Fox's fingers find the hem of my shirt, slipping beneath to touch bare skin. His hands are smaller than my alphas, gentler in their exploration as they trail up my ribcage. Alex watches, his eyes dark with desire, as Fox presses feather-light kisses along my collarbone.
"Is this okay?" Fox asks against my skin.
"Yes," I breathe, lost in the sensations of his touch and Alex's heated gaze. "More than okay," I add, as his hands grow bolder.
Alex shifts behind us, his presence a steady anchor as Fox and I discover each other. This feels different from being with Reed or Rook. Where they are strength and protection, Fox is soft and sweet.
Fox's hands cup my breasts through my bra, his touch tentative at first, then more confident as I arch into him. I reach for him in return, my fingers tracing the slender lines of his body beneath his thin t-shirt. He's all lean where the alphas are solid muscle, beautiful in an entirely different way.
"Can I?" Alex asks, his hands hovering at the hem of my shirt. I nod, lifting my arms to help him remove it. Fox follows suit, pulling his own shirt over his head.
The sight of his pale skin in the dim light makes my breath catch. Faint scars mark his torso. I reach out, tracing one that runs along his ribs with gentle fingers.
"You're beautiful," I whisper, meaning it completely.
A flush spreads across Fox's cheeks, down his neck to his chest. "So are you," he replies, his gaze traveling over my exposed skin with open appreciation.
