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The Alpha kisses my cheek, then the corner of my mouth, and then he carefully slides me down his body until my feet settle back on solid ground.
"You're going to be a handful, aren't you?"
I huff, but there is a smile threatening to spill forth.
"Now," his tone turns commanding, and a shiver goes through my entire body. "Back to bed."
I can't help the groan of disappointment that escapes. My pussy is dripping wet and my hunger unsatisfied. Is this what kissing is always like, or just because it's him?
He laughs. "Trust me, baby girl. It's for the best."
"Fine." I don't agree.
I want to keep needling him with questions and then do that whole kissing routine again, but my inner Omega is happy to bedoing as Alpha wants. The cock-silly, pheromone-high bitch is head-over-heels for him after one meeting.
He chuckles and kisses the tip of my nose.
"You're such a little brat, aren't you?"
My brow furrows, and I pout. "I'm not."
He huffs a laugh and kisses my cheek, making my stomach flutter and my breath catch.
"Goodnight, Omega Alvez," he says softly, pauses for a moment, and then leaves the room with a click of the door.
I flop against the back of the chair and exhale. Dragging the silk blindfold off my face, I blink in the dim light. Despite hearing him leave, I still search the shadowed corners.
A hint of white at my feet catches the weak moonlight and I scoop it up, his familiar neat handwriting making my heart flutter.
Dear baby girl,
That sneaky sonovabitch!
Did he have a pet name already picked out before he came here?
I've been calling you that in my head for a long time now. It's nice to finally say it.
Do you like it? I think you do.
You want someone to make you feel precious and seen. You're so prickly to the rest of the world, but you're my baby girl.
And, yes. That's not a slip of the pen, it's a claim. You're mine, Natalia. This isn't a courtship for me, simply a waiting period. I've made up my mind.
I'm yours.
And now that I've tasted you, I can't let you go. I needed to hear you begging to be fucked, to smell your perfume and slick.
Kissing you was one of the best moments of my life, and I intend to make it last forever.
Yours,
Your Alpha
"That motherfucker!" My fist scrunches the paper between my fist.
He wrote this before we met tonight.
He knew we'd kiss, and I played right into his plan.
