Page 91 of Let It Snow
"Maybe I don’t want to look at you!" I snap through gritted teeth.
Snow pulls his hand away from my thigh and sits back on his folded legs.
"Summer, I’m not holding you hostage here. You can leave anytime. But if you stay, it’s on my terms."
I didn’t expect that answer, or the strange, firm authority behind it. If I thought I’d be steering this, I was wrong.
He holds my gaze, rock steady, while I exhale hard, secretly relieved he’s taken the pressure off me to decide.
And truthfully… I prefer it.
Watching him take me for the first time.
Humiliating me in a bittersweet way.
But I can’t stop myself from saying something sharp.
"You’veservedplenty of omegas during their heats, so I hope you can do a solid job this time too?" I throw out, even though what I actually want is to be filled quickly, not to trade sarcastic lines.
Snow settles between my thighs. His face looks calm, but somehow I know my words have… hurt him.
He grabs the base of his shaft and angles it toward my entrance.
"Can you zip it, Summer? You don’t have to ruin every last bit of it."
What? What an insolent bastard! I jump up to sit and stare at him, my mouth open.
"Me?! It wasn’t me who shoved my dick into a married omega and knocked him up!" I shoot back, my voice breaking in exasperation.
"Fine. I did. But I know myserving… role well, and I don’t need to be prompted about it."
"I hate you!" I burst out in a lie, being irrational, out of fury and frustration.
I want to push him off, so I try to shove him, pressing my hands against his arms, but he doesn’t even budge.
"But I also… kinda adore you…" I mumble, feeling super embarrassed while still pushing hard. I could use my powers, but of course, that’s not the real purpose of this shoving. What I really want is more physical contact, to rub against him, nudge him, feel those hard planes and that hot skin sliding against mine.
So I just keep pushing against him with my chest instead of my hands, our faces now at the same level. My nose skims along the tendons of his neck, over his glands.
Snow’s expression is kinda dark, his eyes slightly narrowed, one corner of his lips curved.
Then…
My eyes land on his right neck gland. This one is… marked. By my teeth.
For a second I freeze, my eyes locked on it.
"You bear my mark…" I whisper in strange disbelief. I completely forgot about it, how could I?
"Are you… mated to me?" I ask. Well, I wouldn’t know, since he’s on suppressants. No scent.
His response is still calm.
"It’s only half of the mating bond. You don’t bear my mark. It can’t fully work."
I still stare at the pale semicircle. Something stirs in me, some emotions I can’t understand, can’t grasp.
Snow tilts his head so our eyes meet. For a moment, there is only silence and the sound of our hearts—boom, boom, boom—filling the space between us.
