“But you’re here, you’re staying?”
“I booked a flight, but I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t make myself leave,” I say, pressing myself closer to her body, her hands gripping the rail of her balcony for purchase.
“Why not?” Her chest is rising and falling so fast as she stares at me. I don’t think I’ve ever felt her scent this thick before. It’s intoxicating.
“Because there’s no one in the world more perfect than you,” I tell her, grabbing her cheeks. “I didn’t want to want you. I wanted to walk away, but I fucking love you, Claire.”
She blinks at me, her throat working with a swallow.
“But you don’t want a pack?”
“Not really, but I want you, and that matters more. For you I’ll try anything.”
The moment the words slip out of my mouth, she’s on me, her arms wrapped around my neck as her lips crash into mine and it’s at that moment that I know without a doubt I made the right choice.
Because now I know what Claire Sørensen’s lips feel like, and they’re heaven.
Her scent is so thick that I don’t have a single thought in my head besides the Omega I’ve fantasized about for years.
“Fuck, Claire,” I groan out, grabbing her ass and kissing down her throat.
I decide then I’ll suffer through pack life if it means I get to kiss her like this for the rest of my life. I’ll suffer through anything for her.
Chapter 23
Claire
It’syears of feelings bottled up and exploding like a cork pulled from Champagne on New Year’s as I kiss Elliot for the first time.
He tastes rich and slightly smoky and I can’t help but to moan into his mouth.
Elliot Smith loves me and now that I know the reason he hasn’t acted on his feelings in all this time, it’s lifted a weight off of me.
I’ll need to circle back to the part where he said he watched me from afar, especially considering his stalker-like habits on the ship, but I don’t give a shit. I want him and it feels so right. Well, mostly.
Everything would be especially perfect if Wells and Forrest were here too and all our scents were mixed up and everyone was knotting me, kissing me, worshiping me.
Elliot pulls back slightly, and I lick my lips and slowly open my eyes. He pushes my hair off my face and really looks at me.
I don’t want his concern. I want him; I want his knot; I want my pack.
He goes to open his mouth and speak, and I shut him up by pressing our lips together again.
Elliot kisses like I thought he would. He dominates, takes, and is all-consuming. Just how I like my Alphas, I suppose.
“Fuck, baby,” he says in between kisses and the pet name has me soaking fucking wet.
He’s used the same nickname my brothers do, Claire Bear, and my real name obviously before, but baby? It’s all I ever want to hear him call me for the rest of time.
“Touch me,” I say, shamelessly shifting underneath my dress and grabbing the hem of my panties and tugging them off to the balcony floor
When I look up at Elliot with heavily-lidded eyes, his pupils are so blown that I can barely see the beautiful green that’s haunted me for years.
He doesn’t hesitate, sliding a hand between my legs and drags his fingers through my slick. I moan as he does, and he rests his head on my shoulder, rubbing his scent into my skin.
It feels like I’m about to explode, like I’m getting everything I’ve ever wanted and I’m not exactly sure what to do with it. I just know that I want everything Elliot has to give me right now. All my Omega instincts are screaming at me to scent mark the shit out of him, to claim him so he can’t run away and so that everyone else on this ship knows that he’s finally mine.
His palm rubs my clit as his fingers slip in and out of me. It’s all happening fast, but it feels slow considering just how long I’ve waited for this to happen.