Page 116 of Broken Omega

“The bed’s made up,” I tell her, finally regaining the ability to speak.

She nods slowly, clearly realizing I’m having some kind of internal freak out. “Are you ready? Because if you’re not, I’m sure we can figure something else out—”

She doesn’t sound sure, and as far as I know, in our current situation without the assistance of one of those very specific sex aids that simulate knotting, the only other alternative to me claiming my mate is for her to suffer until she passes out from the pain. Even if I wasn’t completely sure, that would be enough to change my mind for me.

“No,” I cut in quickly. “We don’t have to … I’m ready. I’m just kind of in shock, I guess. I thought you were hurt or something for a second. I’m … I’m still processing. I’ll snap out of it in a second.”

“You waited, didn’t you?” she asks, no hint of judgement in her voice.

“I did.” It must be so obvious. I thought we’d have more time before it came up, but it doesn’t seem like we’re getting the option to take things slowly.

She gives me a wry smile. “I waited for a while, too. Then, I guess I let the academy’s attitude sink in. I stopped believing in true mates. I thought they were all fantasy. None of the Alphas at Goldcrest were willing to wait for anything.”

I brush her hair back from her face. “You deserve so much better than those assholes.”

“That’s why I’ve got you now. Believe me, Kellan. If I’d known you were out there, I would have waited. Now, can you please take your clothes off and get into bed?”

I kiss her softly before I step back, pushing the bedroom door open.

She follows me into the room, as I stare openly at her naked body in the candlelight.

I’m already starting to feel like I’m ready to lose it.

I hope to hell I last long enough to satisfy her heat.

She closes the door behind her, and her perfume flares, that dark but sweet scent filling the air in the room, tempting me to claim her, enticing me to mark her.

My teeth tingle as they sharpen.

I want to mark her so damn badly.

She’s my mate. Mine.

And I’m about to claim her.

I kick off my shoes, losing them under the bed.

When I start to unbutton my shirt, she moves in close and unbuckles my belt at the same time.

Her hands shake a little and she starts to wince, but she doesn’t stop until she gets my pants and underwear to fall to the floor. She’s still hurting from the ache of needing a knot.

I’m going to have to take charge. This isn’t a normal first heat. At best it’s something that should have happened a long time before this moment. She’s suffering now because it didn’t.

“Lay down,” I tell her in my most commanding tone, as I shrug my shirt off.

She raises an eyebrow at me. “Yes, Alpha Kellan.”

Moving to the bed, she slides on top of the sheets and into the middle, legs spread, arms above her head. She looks like a naked supermodel in that pose, head tilted to the side to watch me approach.

I stumble a little as I kick away the clothes that have bundled up at my ankles. I drag my feet out of my dress socks and I’m suddenly completely naked.

In a strange bedroom with the true mate I’ve waited ten years to claim.

I move onto the bed from the right, and she turns onto her side to face me.

“I’m sorry this is happening so fast,” she says.

“I’m sorry it hurts so much,” I tell her.

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