Page 42 of Happy Valentine's Day, Omega
His eyes pierce mine, and the intensity sends a shiver down my spine.
"Tell me I'm wrong, Omega."
I'm scared and afraid of letting myself be vulnerable.
Novikov takes a step towards me.
"Tell me you don't get a thrill from playing chess with someone on your level."
I purse my lips. I can't deny that no one else challenges me like he does.
He takes another step.
"Tell me you don't look forward to my letters."
He stops in front of me, and I feel his body heat shimmering between us.
"Tell me your body doesn't come alive when I'm close by."
My clit throbs, and a fresh rush of slick drenches my panties. Even now, while I'm swirling in a storm of emotions, his body calls to mine.
"Tell me I'm wrong, Natalia, and I'll leave you alone for good."
I can't run from the truth anymore.
I summon the bravery he's accused me of having, and I swallow hard, my fingers curling into his shirt.
"You're not wrong, Alpha."
The tension snaps.
He leans down and his mouth crashes into mine.
My fingers slide up his chest and tangle into his hair, pulling him closer. He kisses me, hot and messy, his tongue invading my mouth.
My pussy throbs, and a rush of slick pools between my thighs.
He pulls away from the kiss and a moan escapes my throat. He smirks and slides his fingers into my hair, and I gasp as he tightens his grip.
"I've wanted to do that since I saw you wearing my silk scarf around your pretty throat this morning," he growls.
"What? This little thing?" I breathe, coyly looking up through my eyelashes and fingering the scarf tied around my neck. In one swift movement, I pull the scarf away and let it flutter to the ground. The cool air caresses my exposed mating gland.
Magnus makes a choking noise and launches into action, uttering under his breath, "You're playing with fire, baby girl."
He lifts me effortlessly and places me onto the edge of the dining table. When he steps between my thighs, my skirt rides up, exposing the bare skin of my thighs.
The possessive, lustful glint in his eyes has my body tingling.
Sinking to his knees before me, his palms skate up my thighs, pushing the fabric of my skirt higher.
"Fuck, you smell divine," he rumbles. "Your scent used to drive me mental in the library, like melted vanilla ice cream. Some nights after chess club, I'd fuck my hand for hours until I knotted shouting your name."
"Alpha," I whimper. The thought of him knotting while fantasizing about me playing chess is hot as hell.
His fingers curl into the elastic band of my underwear, and I lift my hips.
With a sharp tug, he tears them off and stuffs the soaked lace into his pocket.
