Page 89 of Let It Snow
Of course he’s right. If he had shown up and knocked on my door, I would’ve taken it as an invasion, a violation of my space. The only way into his arms was by my own choice. And Bay’s push.
"So I came, dammit," I mutter, biting my lip. "You smell good, fresh. Did you just shower?"
Crap, I really just said that.
To cover the awkwardness, I blurt out quickly,
"But that doesn’t mean I stopped hating you, no matter how fucking sexy you look and smell!"
Snow’s mouth twitches like he’s fighting a smirk, but his voice stays serious.
"That’s fair. I can respect it."
I shut my eyes for a second as the scent of his clean skin hits me hard, and my body reacts. My hole clenches with fierce need, my ass arches so far back I probably look like I’m reaching for something on the floor or about to blow him right here.
I try to hold myself with some dignity, but another cramp crashes into me, relentless, picking up speed.
"I need…" No, I’m not saying the wordknot, fuck that. "I need a fucking… alpha presence." Perfect euphemism. That part rolls out easier, I’m starting to master the art of diplomacy.
"And, you know, some experience. Something. You get it, right? Something to stop these fucking—" Another spasm tears through me, and I clutch the doorframe.
The sheer number of times I say ‘fucking’ can surely be taken as a strong hint of what I want. Right?
Snow tilts his head.
"Are you sure you want this with me, Summer? With a fucking alpha?"
I grimace.
"Honestly, I don’t know if it’s a good idea. But one thing’s clear: you’ve got experience, and I… I really need that. Fucking. I mean… guidance! My knowledge of heat is lacking." I swallow hard, rationalizing it, and lift my eyes to his. There’s gentleness on his face, but also resignation. And a tiny bit of amusement.
"Then I’ll help you as much as you need me, Summer."
With a smooth step back, he lets me in. I stride past him, straight to where I want to be. No small talk, no hesitation.
His bedroom.
I hear his footsteps behind me, and when I glance back, I catch it: he’s not unaffected anymore. His bulge is obvious. And still, his control amazes me.
I don’t want to drag this out. I tear off my clothes, sloppy and graceless, and crawl onto his bed. I take the only position that makes sense, face pressed into the pillow, ass up high, presenting, as if there were any doubt what I want.
Snow angles himself to get a full view of my hole. I can feel his eyes there.
"It’s already ripe heat," he says, voice sounding almost professional. "The color is typical for the second day. Deep pink."
I mutter a string of curses under my breath.
What’s strange about heat is that any sense of modesty just falls away. Normally, I’d probably burn alive from humiliation at the thought of sticking my ass up for an alpha, but right now it’s different. I just don’t care.
What I want is simply to be filled, now, all the way, and fucked for hours, plugged by a knot like a cork in a bottle.
Snow’s eyes slide slowly over my shamelessly naked body, then he asks,
"Do you want me to use protection?"
I let out a frustrated snort.
"This is my first heat. There’s no chance I could get pregnant."
