Page 44 of Outback Mate
“I don’t agree to your terms.”
Chapter Fourteen
Doc
Poppy’s confident smile melts. “What?”
The smell of sour peaches blasts from the Omega, and I cringe.
That didn’t come out right.
I’m not good at talking about my wants, needs, and emotions. She gets me flustered and I say the wrong thing around her. I scramble to say what I truly meant.
“I don’t want to come in your throat now; later, definitely. Right now, I need to be buried inside you. When I pop my knot in your sweet, wet cunt, you’re going to bite me.”
I’ve been a complete fool. How could I have been so stubborn?
I’ve spent the drive mulling over her calming words from earlier. They stuck with me and have become a touch-stone for each spiralling thought. Cold hard facts are my truth.
This isn’t a choice for me to make. The universe made it for me.
I have a scent-matched Omega.
I have a mate and she’s perfect.
“I am?” she blinks at me, tilting her head in confusion.
“You are.” I affectionately nuzzle my cheek with hers. Ignoring our connection was a mistake. How could I continue to deny fate when the hot, wet evidence is leaking slick in the seat next to me? “I want you to complete our bond. Make us whole, Omega.”
“Really?”
“You deserve so much more than me, Poppy. But I’m going to be selfish, because I can’t let you go.”
Despite my grumpy refusal to acknowledge her as my scent-match, Poppy didn’t give up. Any other Omega would’ve dissolved into a puddle of rejected Omega tears. Not my Omega. She stood toe-to-toe with me and pushed back. She fought to break every denial and lie I told myself. I know without a doubt, there is no one more suited to me than my Poppy.
Now I need to show her she can stop fighting. We’re on the same side, now and forever.
I’m ready for her bite. Ready to feel complete. I want to be claimed by this equally stubborn Omega and give her everything.
“You’re my mate and I’ll fight to show you I’m worthy every day, starting now.”
A grin blooms over her round cheeks, and her blue eyes sparkle.
How did I get so lucky? She’s perfection.
I lift my hips and tugs my pants down to my knees. My cock, still glistening with her spit, stands erect and ready.
She follows my lead, taking off her pants with an excited energy. I drag her over the console, forcing her thighs wide open to straddle me. Her amble ass hits the steering wheel and the horn blares. She giggles and waits as I adjust the seat back, before sliding down so she’s flush against me, chest to chest.
Touching her feels different this time. I’m not overcome by my Alpha or coldly detached. I’m me, making my own decision to be with this gorgeous Omega.
She grinds down on me impatiently, whimpering in a needy tone and it makes me leak more precome.
“Okay, sweetheart. Here you go, this what you want?” I hold my shaft up, aligning the blunt head with her slippery core and slide it along her seam. The whimpers intensify, and she bucks her hips, desperately seeking more stimulation.
My skin sizzles, and I pepper her face with adoring kisses before moving to nibble on her throat. I kiss, suck, and tease her. I need to touch her everywhere. My hands look so large on her soft hips as I hold her aloft, stopping her from sinking down on me.
“You’re a cunning little thing, aren’t you?” I pant against her ear, my lips brushing the shell and making her shiver. “Teasing your Alpha and making him lose control.”
