Page 66 of The Gift
“I’ve never even been in heat, what if I become someone you don’t like. I’ve heard awful stories about how a person can change so much the pack throws them out. And there was another time when an omega was removed because they were infertile.”
His brown eyes fill with understanding, along with a touch of irritation.
“Have you heard that from the omega themselves, or the packs involved? Sounds like draconian alphas scrambling to maintain dominance. Omegas are everything, Bails. And when a pack finds their omega, shit, the world changes. They are the true heart of a pack. It’s an alpha’s privilege and an honour to be chosen to be tied to an omega. Sharing a heat is the icing on the cake.”
“Have you ever done that?” I mumble, trailing my nail over the lopsided crown on the crow’s head tattooed on his shoulder.
“Would it matter if I had?” he asks, shuffling a bit to brush my hair off my face.
“How selfish is it that I want to be the only omega you’ve been with?”
“Don’t you see, darling, that’s the universe telling you how right we are together. I’ve knotted before, but not an omega. And none of us have ever done a heat,” he confesses, and looks at me understandingly when I unsuccessfully try to keep the jealousy off my face. He uses his thumb to brush away the downturn of my lips. “I can’t even think of you with another person without wondering how you’d look at me if I did all the things I want to do to them simply for the reason they got to touch you before I did. Complete caveman, alpha cock over here. For the record, I did extremely well with Colton last night, thanks for asking. He’s still breathing and all.”
I laugh, and he shrugs, not even bothering trying to defend himself.
“And when the heat finishes?” I ask once we settle back into our quietness.
He drops one of those wicked smiles of his, his eyes full of certainty. “I’ll never get tired of fucking, licking or kissing you. I can assure you of that. Heat has nothing to do with us.”
“For fuck’s sake, Koda, stop saying what I want to hear.”
He chuckles, shrugging his shoulder before leaning down to kiss me softly. “Bails, you’re it for me. I scented and purred for you. You responded, so let’s not delay the inevitable, skip all the second guessing. Hey.” He drops a quick kiss that becomes a longer kiss. He’s so damn cocky, and gorgeous. “I know I’m it for you too.”
“That’s awfully quick,” I argue without arguing.
He shrugs again. “Got the rest of time to show you the truth of my words. Now get your gorgeous fanny in my shower.”
He rolls off me, grabbing a pillow and lying with it over his face.
“What are you doing?” I ask, a little stumped at how quick he flipped moods on me.
“Reverse chemical conversions,” he says, lifting the pillow a little, his lips tipped up dangerously again.
“Why?” I smirk and fight against the urge of rolling on top of him, riding his ready cock.
“Trying not to think of you naked in my shower. We’re on a tight time constraint.” Koda hisses, glaring at me.
“And when we’re finished?” I bite my nail to tease him. Yeah, I do. All this flirting is nothing new, doing it with him is. And I like it, and him, an awful lot.
He looks at me stunned, like I should already know the answer, shaking his head even. “I’m bending you over and fucking you until the water runs cold.”
I laugh so hard, I snort. He hides under the pillow again, and I go to climb off the bed but decide to leave him with something else to think of other than molecules. With one hand I hold the pillow down on his face, with the other I lick my tongue all the way down the length of his cock, paying extra attention to his knot.
Sprinting away, I make it to his bathroom before looking back. I thought he’d chase after me, instead he’s got one hand bent behind his head, the other running up and down his cock. Pure fire in his eyes.
“What?” he grins, arching his head back, stretching his body out. His voice is deep, his arousal thick. “Let me jack off to my very vivid, and recent memory in peace, Bails.”
By the time I walk out of the bathroom, his bed is empty, a massive wet spot on his sheets with a pair of my knickers in the middle of the creamy mess.
I snort out a laugh as I dry off, still dripping water from my shower. I was hurrying, hoping he was lying there ready and waiting. Still, what he left is a good sight.
The rest of his room neat and tidy, with all my things unpacked in his wardrobe. The big shit even hung a pants suit for me to wear on the back of the door. Choosing underwear is hard. For the first time in a very long time I’m thinking of how much I’d like to dress in unpadded lingerie, although I did wonder if I should wear the ones he came on. I would have if we were staying home. Granny pants with thick padding is what I’ll have to go with for now.
I find them in the kitchen, all looking more fucked off then they should be. Clearly the mood runs deep, they each taint the air with their anger making the yummy scents of the A-team sour.
“It’s not your fault,” Henley hastily adds, seeing or sensing my arrival. Ashton pats the kitchen island bench as my spot to sit, my favourite bag and my jewellery I took off last night ready and waiting.
Ashton’s in front of me his hands on my hips as he lifts me to sit exactly where he wants me, before he points at a small bowl of fruit salad.
