Page 25 of A Real Alpha
“Fate,” I repeated in wonder.
“Yes, love. Me and you and our family are meant to be. Please don't fight it anymore.”
“But Harry?—”
“Would he really have a leg to stand on if we were mated?” he asked gently, and I realized that it was true. The answer to my fears was to spend forever with the man that I had spent the last two weeks falling for.
But it just seemed too easy. My life was never easy.
“What's wrong?” he asked. It wasn't until he stroked the tears from my cheeks that I realized I was crying.
“I don't just get what I want in life,” I whispered, terrified. “I don't know what to think.”
His lovely hazel eyes dimmed with mirrored sadness and oddly, it made me want to feel differently about myself. If he was going to mirror my emotions, I wanted to smile and laugh and cheer so that he would do the same.
“It's time for life to give youeverything,”he said gently. “Starting with me. If you'll have me.”
I shut my eyes, took a shaky breath, and nodded.
“When?” Oscar asked.
“Now,” I choked, “before I chicken out.”
We set Roscoe down on the couch. Fortunately, he had fallen asleep at some point during our warm hug. He’d been due for a nap anyway, but I still felt rushed and worried going into the bedroom—that was until Oscar pulled me into his arms and started to kiss me. Then everything faded.
I should have known the way his touch, his kiss, and his scent made me feel wasn't normal. I’d never felt so whole and complete with anybody else. Only a couple of weeks in and I didn't think I could live without him.
He laid me back on the bed, undressing me like I was a present he’d been wanting for ages. Once naked, he crawled over me, kissing every part of me until I was shivering, and his lips were on mine. All doubt and fear I'd had was somewhere far away. All I knew was Oscar and his mouth, his warmth, his eyes, and it felt like home.
Home. The thing I’d never truly known before Oscar. It wasn’t a place, though. It was a man.
I wrapped my arms and legs around him, holding him close, fusing our bodies together, making our heartbeats one. I kissed and kissed him until I was slick and aching for more. When he pushed into me, I was so ready for it that my eyes rolled and fingers clasped his hair, accidentally pulling. He didn't seem to mind, groaning and quickening his rhythm at the urging of my hips.
We didn't speak. We didn't need to. Not until he was grunting with the effort to stop himself from finishing before me and I was close enough to let go.
“Now,”I gasped.
Oscar didn't hesitate. Dropping his head down, his lips closed over my scent gland. His teeth followed. For a split second, I felt his fangs, pain piercing me, and then it was like a rush of euphoria. I came so hard that it was an out of body experience, nearly too much to fathom. Oscar came with me.
We clung to each other, trembling, now one in all ways. Eventually, the bright light began to fade to something more manageable, fusing with my being, making me feel stronger than I ever had before. After a long time, my eyes lifted open.
The room felt cold, Oscar's body a warm and perfect weight on top of me. His knot was buried deep within me, and his fangs were too. It seemed to take him a moment to unlatch his jaw and release me and when he did, I felt a drop of hot blood pool in my collar but couldn't bring myself to care.
He did though, of course, pulling some of the blanket up and holding it over the shallow wound.
He lifted his head to look at me and I saw myself in his gaze. Warmth washed through me.
“I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you too.”
He smiled softly. “I know. I can feel it.”
He bent his head, softly touching my lips with his.
“So, it's done now,” I mused. “We're a real family now.”
“Uh huh,” he agreed. “Harry doesn't have a leg to stand on. You're mine and I'm yours. And Roscoe...”
