Page 42 of Bonded By Christmas
“I’ve never had a heat, Wilder,” Lacey says, darting her gaze away. “I might never. My birthday is in, what? Less than a week? If I don’t present by then… There’s a very good chance I never will.”
My head tilts.
I’m not sure why I assumed she took suppressants, but she must not if she’s concerned about the prospect of never presenting. Suppressants block an omega’s body from going into heat. I was under the impression that’s why she never took time off or considered going to the OPA or one of the private omega sanctuaries.
“And you believe that knowledge will deter me from wanting to court you?” I ask, attempting to follow her train of thought. “Because it doesn’t. I’ve spent three years waiting for the chance to get to know you. I can assure you, heat sex has nothing to do with my infatuation.” Bringing my hand to her cheek, I dip my mouth to hers, capturing her lips.
She tastes sweet, and I’m obsessed with the way she gasps into the kiss as I fuck my tongue into her mouth. She stretches up onto her tiptoes to wrap her hand around the back of my neck.
Lacey is a bossy kisser and a little uncoordinated. Hell, it’s been over three years since I’ve kissed anyone. Maybe I’m the one who’s out of practice.
A low growl rattles out of my chest as my nostrils flare, breathing in her electric scent. I meant what I said about wanting her whether or not she ever has a heat, but my instincts are convinced that she will. She smells entirely too potent not to.My pheromones sit heavy in the air, and hers pulse in response, making my head hazy.
“Fuck,” I groan against her lips as my knot pulses.
One second, she’s leaning against my chest, and in the next, my hand is on her backside, and I’m lifting her without ever breaking the kiss. Her feet wrap around my ass, and she cradles my jaw with her hand.
She shakes out of the robe with her free arm and swaps to the other. Once she’s out of it, she lets it fall off of her.
Shit.
Are we undressing?
I’ve got a fuck of a lot more clothing on than she does, but I love the power dynamic of being in my suit while she’s only clad in Grim’s shirt.
Oh, and the reindeer slippers. We can’t forget those.
The naughty little thing nips at my lip, making a dangerous growl rattle out of my chest. My hand tightens on her lower back as the other snakes into the hair at the base of her skull, and I fight her for control of the kiss.
The scent of her pheromones gets so thick, there’s no way it doesn’t qualify as a perfume, and it does my head in.
I was under the impression omegas only perfumed on the edge of a heat.
I take a few steps around the end of the bed, barely able to focus enough to ensure I don’t lay her down on all of her new clothes. Once I’m at the edge of the mattress, I kneel and lower Lacey onto it as I stretch out over her.
The way she smells is doing funny shit to my head, and I’m lost to the way her tongue feels swirling around mine.
Lacey’s fingers dig into the back of my neck, and she grinds against my knee that rests between her thighs. It’s hot as fuck imagining being able to smell her all day, but I wouldn’t want toshare her scent with anyone, and I’ll be forced into meetings in only a few short hours.
My hand skates up her thigh, working under Grim’s shirt. I brush the backs of my fingers over her pelvis, teasing and giving her the chance to object if she’s not comfortable with where this is headed.
She whimpers as I cup her pussy, and she uses her feet on my ass as leverage to push herself up into my hand. I chuckle against her lips and circle her clit with my middle finger.
Lacey moans loudly.
I say a little prayer that she doesn’t summon Grim or Callum. With how fucked my head is, I think I might try to kill them if they attempted to take her away from me.
Shit.
There’s no way Grim won’t be able to sense her euphoria in the bond.
“More,” Lacey says, nodding. “You smell so good. It’s making my entire body buzz.”
“I’ve got you, beautiful.” I take the opportunity to tease lower, testing her opening.
She’s dripping.
Utterly soaked.
