Page 2 of Tempting Frey
This couldn’t be happening. I was probably drunk, passed out on my bed.
Oliver sat sideways on the sofa. He bit his lip, batting his eyelashes. His legs were bare, and he’d unbuttoned the dress shirt, revealing his collarbones. The fabric slid down his shoulders and pooled around his hips. His youthful, slim torso was encased in the most outrageous lingerie I’d ever seen.
“Oliver…” I’d intended a warning tone, but what came out was just a croak.
He stood and ambled toward me. His pecs were covered with turquoise lace, held in place by thin ribbons that stretched over his shoulders and spiraled down around his waist. The fucking briefs were sheer. I glimpsed Oliver’s soft cock and squeezed my eyes shut.
It isn’t happening. Just a weird-ass dream.
A warm hand touched my chest.
“This is the only thing I want for my birthday. To wrap myself up like a parcel and give myself to you.”
I opened my mouth to say something harsh. Something likeGet the fuck dressed and haul ass back to your dad!Except I sucked in a waft of his scent, and I groaned instead.
What the hell was that? Some extravagant perfume? It smelled like nothing I’d ever encountered before. Not a flower, not a fruit… more like butter and honey, maybe a hint of vanilla, like fresh cookies dipped in something decadent, something entirely other… The divine scent burned in my lungs.
Like distilled lust.
Fuck.I should stop breathing.
“I’ve been in love with you since I can remember. I’ve been waiting for this day so I could finally tell you how I feel.”
“Oliver, don’t,” I rasped.
“I get that you’re worried because of my dad. But I think… Iknowyou’re my fated. That’s why I’ve never even looked at anyone else. My dad can’t be against us if we’re fated.”
With my eyes closed, I shook my head. My mouth was dry. “Put that shirt back on.” Why couldn’t I make my voice work?
“I want you to make love to me, Frey. I want you to be my first.”
He pressed his body to mine.
“You’ll take my virginity tonight,” he whispered, “and I’ll go into heat for you.”
My cock stirred. Of course it did. A beautiful, nearly naked omega was rubbing himself all over me, asking me to fuck him. He smelled outrageously sexy, and the alpha in me wanted to lick him head to toe.
But this wasOliver. The eighteen-year-old son of my closest friend. All I had to do was remember Chickie’s face when he told me his youngest boy had gotten into the most prestigious college he’d applied for, and my dick shriveled, my balls all but crawling into my body.
The scene quickly transformed from a bizarre dream into a very real disaster.
Eyes wide open, I grabbed Oliver by his shoulders and held him at arm’s length.
“No,” I said, my voice harsh enough to make him wince. “Get dressed and go home. This never happened, understand?”
Those huge green eyes got even bigger. “You don’t want me? But I’ve seen you looking at me…”
He thought I’d been ogling him!? “Fuck no! I’m more than twice your age!”
“You’re my fated,” he piped up.
Shit, he was persistent. I pushed him further away and moved behind the bar. I felt safer with the counter between us. I kept my gaze pinned to his face.
“I’m not,” I ground out. “Go. Home.”
Oliver wrapped his arms around his torso, and his chin wobbled. He wasn’t going to cry, was he? “I love you, Frey.”
I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. “No, you don’t. You have no idea what love is. And if we were fated, which we’renot, do you seriously think I’d send my best friend’s son into heat and get him pregnant just before he’s supposed to go to college?”
