Page 95 of Storm
He kisses me.
It's nothing like Frankie's kiss in the forest, sweet and exploratory. Nothing like Rook's familiar, comforting touch. This is fire and storm and danger. Reed kisses like he fights. Defined, calculated, yet with an underlying violence that threatens to break free at any moment.
I gasp against his mouth, giving him the opening he needs to deepen the kiss. His tongue slides against mine, claiming, demanding, and I find myself responding with equal passion, my hands coming up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer.
A small voice in the back of my mind is screaming questions.What am I doing?But the louder, more insistent part of me doesn't care. The part driven by omega biology and something deeper, more personal—a need I've been denying since the moment I first scented him.
Reed's hands move to my waist, his touch scorches against my bare skin. He lifts me effortlessly, and instinctively my legs wrap around his hips, bringing us flush against each other. I can feel him, hard through his jeans, pressing against my core, and a whimper escapes me at the contact.
He breaks the kiss to trail his lips down my neck, finding the spot where he scent-marked me this morning. "Mine," he growls against my skin, the word vibrating through me like a physical force. His teeth graze the sensitive spot, not hard enough to break skin, not a claiming bite, but the threat—or promise—of one sends heat spiraling through me.
My head falls back, baring my throat to him in a gesture of submission that would have horrified me just days ago. But here, now, with Reed's scent enveloping me and his hands holding me like I'm something precious, I can't bring myself to care.
"Reed," I gasp as he sucks at the tender skin of my neck. "Reed, please."
He growls at the plea, the vibration traveling from his chest to mine where we're pressed together. In one smooth motion, he turns and carries me to his bed, laying me down with unexpected gentleness. He stands back, his eyes raking over me sprawled across his sheets, and I can’t get a read on him. Suddenly self-conscious, I cover my chest with my arm.
Reed hasn't moved, watching me with those intense eyes. "We can stop," he says, his voice tight with restraint. "If you want to leave?—"
"No," I interrupt, surprising both of us with the firmness of my response. "No, I... I want this. Want you."
Desire flashes in Reed's eyes. "Say it again," he demands, moving closer to the bed, to me.
I swallow hard, dropping my arms away from my chest, letting him see all of me again. "I want you, Reed."
The words hang in the air between us, a confession and a challenge. Reed unbuttons his shirt, shrugging it off to reveal the sculpted planes of his chest and abdomen. I've caught glimpses of him shirtless before, but never like this, never with the knowledge that I'm allowed to touch.
He's beautiful in a dangerous way, all lean muscle and coiled power. Various scars mark his skin, telling stories of fights and battles I know nothing about. I want to trace each one, learn their histories, understand the alpha who's been my enemy and is now... what? My lover? The thought sends a fresh wave of slick between my thighs.
Reed unbuckles his belt next. His eyes never leave mine as he unbuttons his jeans, pushing them down along with his boxers in one smooth motion.
I inhale sharply at the sight of him fully naked. He's all alpha, large and powerful, his hard cock a little intimidating. For a moment, uncertainty flickers through me. I've been with Rook before, but that was years ago, when I was a beta. My omega body is different now. It’s designed to take an alpha knot.
Reed must see the flicker of doubt in my eyes because he approaches the bed slowly, his movements careful, controlled. He sits beside me, not touching, giving me space. "We don't have to do anything you don't want," he says, his voice gentler than I've ever heard it. "We can just..."
"Just what?" I ask when he trails off.
A small smile curves his lips, softening his normally harsh features. "Just be here. Like this."
The offer surprises me, so unlike the domineering alpha I thought I knew. I reach out hesitantly, my fingers skimming along his jaw, feeling the stubble there rasp against my skin. He turns his face slightly, pressing a kiss to my palm, and the tenderness of the gesture makes my chest tight with emotions I'm not ready to name.
"I want everything," I whisper, the omega in me taking over, demanding, needing. "All of you. Please, Reed."
The plea breaks his restraint. With a low growl, he's suddenly over me, pressing me back against the mattress, his hard body covering mine. The weight of him is delicious, his skin hot against mine, his scent surrounding me completely now.
His mouth finds mine again, the kiss deeper, hungrier than before. I arch up against him, my hands roaming over his back, feeling the muscles beneath my touch. He groans into my mouth when my nails dig into his skin; the sound sending vibrations through my core.
Reed braces himself on one elbow, his other hand skimming down my body, leaving trails of fire in its wake. He cups my breast, his thumb brushing over my sensitive nipple, and I gasp at the jolt of pleasure the simple touch sends through me. He smiles against my lips, repeating the motion and drawing another gasp from me.
"So responsive," he murmurs, sounding pleased. "So beautiful, Little Omega. Little Storm."
The endearment, which usually makes my teeth grind with irritation, now sends a shiver of pleasure down my spine. In this moment, with Reed's hands on me and his scent in my lungs, I don't mind being his little omega, at least for now.
A question that's been burning in me suddenly rises to the surface. "Do you really hate me, Reed?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
His movements stop, those stormy eyes finding mine with an intensity that makes my breath catch. For a long moment, he says nothing, just studies my face as if searching for something.
"I've never hated you, Storm," he finally says, his voice rough with emotion. "Not once. Not ever."
