Page 68 of Let It Snow
That’s why, immediately after we place our orders, I reach across the table and clutch his hand. He threads his fingers through mine, holding on tightly. His palm is so much larger than mine; my own almost disappears inside his.
As I stare at our joined hands, I suddenly see a thin line of golden light flowing across Snow’s skin and into mine. A shiver of pleasure runs through me, acute and sudden, like a miniature orgasm. My spine tingles, my dick throbs, and a gasp slips out. My hole even flutters with a faint, rhythmic pulse.
Fuck. That felt amazing. How did he just give me that?
I open my eyes to find him watching me, pupils wide, a faint smile curving his mouth.
"Sorry I didn’t ask first," he murmurs. "You just looked a little tense."
"What was that?"
He glances to the side, that subtle smile still lingering. He doesn’t answer, but I just know what it was.
"You can actually do that?" I whisper in amazement. "And what about thestrongerversion?" My voice trips over itself. "You know, therealthing."
"Yes," he says simply. "I can give it to you also."
My face burns hot, the temptation impossible to ignore.
"Can you do it? Right now?" The words spill out shamelessly. My lips parted, my eyes wide, I’m practically begging. I thought I wantednormal, but here I am asking for sparks of magic, craving more excitement.
Snow watches me closely.
"This is going to make a bit of a mess," he murmurs in a sensual tone.
I know exactly what he means, so I grab one of the napkins tucked beneath the silverware, glance around to see if anyone is watching, then quickly slip the spread-out napkin under my pants and underwear, covering my cock.
Yeah, I’m that crazy, but it turns me on so much. I need to find out what Snow can really do. I just have to test it.
I squeeze his hand again, almost urging him.
"Do it. Just do it."
I see his eyes widen slightly, glowing brighter, and across their light-violet surface thin golden currents ripple like spinning streams of energy.
Then a golden wave spills down his arm onto my hand, and my body arches backward in a bow of pure pleasure…
Oh, damn, wow!
A long moan escapes me, loud enough to draw the attention of people sitting a little distance away.
Even with the embarrassment, it’s so difficult to stop. Pleasure rips through me with a force I haven’t felt in years.
"Oh fuck!" I probably shouldn’t be swearing in a family restaurant. But it’s impossible to hold it in. The words tear out of me as my cock erupts and my hole pulses at the same time.
Good, so good, yeah…
It stays with me, circling through my system like an unhurriedly ebbing tide, but it has to end. And when it does, it leaves me flushed with shame.
I straighten quickly and clear my throat, aware of the angry stares from nearby tables. These people are here with kids, and I can’t really blame them for being irritated by a moaning omega in the middle of family dinners.
"Thanks," I mutter awkwardly, and Snow gives a small nod.
When no one is watching, I pull out the napkin now soaked with my bodily fluid, get up from the table, and toss it quickly into a nearby trash bin, thankfully with a lid, otherwise the smell would’ve spread around the room and left no doubt about what just happened. Not that some people aren’t already suspicious.
I return to the table and sit down. Snow looks at me with that subtle amusement of his, mixed with a strange warmth, like every single interaction with me brings him genuine joy.
I know it on some level, I can sense what he feels about me, all that energy directed toward me, full of kindness, warmth, admiration, tenderness. It’s so sweet to bask in that kind of buzz.
