Page 33 of Where There's Smoke
“Are you sure?” I asked, trying to keep my voice neutral, but the excitement was hard to contain.
Melody wanted to be knotted.
And she had chosenme.
Some deity was looking down on me favorably, and there was no way I was letting anyone else take this miraculous opportunity from me. Steadying myself with a breath, I sat talland patted the bunk next to me for Melody to sit down. She looked up at the sound, chewing on that lip, and dammit, if she wasn’t the cutest thing when she was nervous.
“Sit down, firecracker.”
She wandered over, and I smiled as she took her spot. Melody was still unwilling to look at me, and I lifted her chin so that she had to meet my eyes.
“This is a big deal. Are you sure? You’re not even looking at me right now.”
Melody sighed, then sucked in another big lungful of air with her eyes closed. After a moment, she took my hand where it held her chin and forced herself to look at me. The twinkle of anticipation and nerves in her eyes was downright charming, and I was so ready to do anything this beautiful omega asked.
“I may have nested.” She held my stare like she was looking for me to be shocked, and when I just smiled, she sighed again. “Elliot told you, didn’t he?”
“’Fraid so. And I must say, great choice in shirts. Glad to hear it was only Pack Wilder in there.”
Blushing as bright as the damn fire trucks downstairs, Melody covered her face with her hands before them dropping with a groan.
“Okay, well, yes. Anyway, it got me thinking. If you’re right, about me being an omega, then I should be able to take a knot. Right?”
Letting out a little chuckle through my nose, I nodded. “Well, yeah. I imagine you’ll need to be warmed up a bit, especially since you’re not in heat, but yes. You should totally be able to take a knot. And…” My heartbeat sprinted toward the finish line, desperate to hear Melody say that she really did want this. “…you want to take mine?”
That blush persisted, and my cock twitched beneath the sweats I was wearing.
“Yes. I…I like you. I feelcomfortablewith you—safe. And…” Melody swallowed hard, like she was gearing herself up to admit something else on top of everything she’d already opened up to me about. “And I’ve thought about it, about you. I…wantyou.”
Well, hot fucking damn. If that wasn’t just the thing to make me feel like a million bucks. Hell, ten million.
“Sweetness, I would be wearing those flaming pants everyone talks about if I said I hadn’tdreamedof this moment.”
Melody smiled, and if I hadn’t already been willing to do just about anything to see that smile as often as I could, I was now.
I tested the waters by extending my hand to Melody’s knee. Her breath hitched, and all I could do was smile. As her eyes fluttered closed, I leaned closer, nuzzling into her neck and getting a hit of that sweet melon perfume. She was radiating it, the arousal already coloring and strengthening her scent so that it went straight to my cock. Melody truly smelled good enough to eat.
And I intended to.
Melody’s hands found my shoulders as I kissed and nipped at her neck, squeezing the fabric of my tee so that it pulled against my skin. But first things first, I needed to lock the damn door.No onewas interrupting this.
“Stay right there. I’m just locking the door.”
Melody looked up at me, still bashful, but she nodded, and I hurried to the door, closing it and locking the thing up so that I could enjoy myomegawith zero chance of some firefighter butting in at the wrong time. Yeah, this was supposed to be a bit of an experiment, but I already knew how this was going to play out.
And Melody was going to see that soon enough.
Stalking back to her, I stood in front of Melody as I took her face in my hands, cupping her cheeks as I gazed into those dreamy blue eyes. God, I’d died and gone to heaven.
“Relax, baby. I promise to take good care of you.”
Her shoulders sagged at that, the tension releasing some, and I lowered my mouth to hers, finally getting to kiss the woman I’d been dreaming about. She hummed against my lips, and I smiled before returning all my attention to getting her good and warmed up.
Sinking down to my knees, I brought Melody forward, not breaking the kiss as I groped for the waistband of her leggings. I had a feeling that moving too slow would send Melody into a tailspin of unhelpful thoughts, so I wasted no time getting a grip on her pants and yanking them down her legs.
“Oh!” she yelped, the squeak absolutely adorable.
Looking up at her from between her thighs, I grinned like a fool. “Lie back, firecracker. Let me get you ready for your first knot.”
