Seriously girl, get a grip! This is not what we’re supposed to be doing. Imagining them while getting myself off last night was bad enough, I don’t need to add this to it.
“You’ll want a cup to drink it from. I don’t recommend drinking it straight from the pot.” Max’ lips are so close to my ear that I can feel them moving as he speaks, sending electricity down my body, soaking my panties instantly.
This is worse than Spence last night, with Spence, he made it pretty clear he wanted to fuck me there and then, but with Max, the way he stays in control, it’s like he’s daring me to take control and fuck myself on him.
Which I shouldn’t. Which I really shouldn’t. No matter how tempting. No matter how soaked my panties and how hot I feel inside.
I can’t.
23 Max
The way she so openly stared at me, her eyes appreciative, even though she apparently didn’t mean to, it made me bold. Bolder than I would normally act, but since we’re the only ones awake, it was worth it, it was totally worth it. Her body is strung tight as I make sure to keep as much contact with her body as I can while I pour her a cup of coffee. Then I take my sweet time to reach out and put the cup on her tray. Fuck. If I slip my hand into the sweatpants she’s wearing, I bet I could make her come in under a minute... And if she pushes her ass back a little more, I’ll come in my slacks.
I don’t want to step away from her. Standing here is delicious, just standing here and feeling her against me, it’s the thing of wet dreams. I could probably spend all day here, in this delicious torture with her body against mine. “Did you shower? You smell... human.” There’s nothing left of the scent I smelled at her apartment and late last night, the scorched pine, her scent, her Omega scent.
She slowly nods, not moving otherwise.
I nuzzle behind her ear, hoping to catch a sliver of her scent and she shivers against me. “I like your own scent better.” My voice is hoarse and, sadly enough, that seems to break the spell she’s under because she steps away, turning to me, her eyes angry instantly.
“I don’t. It makes people do stupid things.” Her jaw sets and she grabs her tray, almost spilling the coffee in her rough movements. “I’m going to have breakfast. Bye.”
No. No. I don’t want her to leave yet. Not yet. “Let’s have breakfast together, outside. Have you seen the view yet?”
“I’m going to eat in my room. Thanks.” She’s about to walk away when I reach out and slide my arm around her waist, pulling her against me again.
“But I’d really like it if we had breakfast together. Please?” I make sure to be as close to her as possible, and like before, she shivers, her whole body tight. Bingo.
“Fine. If it’s just you.” She waits and I quickly throw some stuff onto a plate. I don’t care what I’ve grabbed. I’m not going to test her patience, not when I get a chance like this.
“I’ve found a good place to sit, come.” I walk ahead of her, grabbing one of the fuzzy blankets from the back of a couch and then I open the door to the back terrace.
Cyra’s eyes go wide as she looks out, stopping in her tracks. Yeah, that’s what I thought too.
We’re right at the sea. We could walk from the back of the house, straight to the sea in just a few minutes. I bet this place is amazing in the summer...
If we get a chance, I’m totally bringing her back here in the summer, just to watch her step out of the house and make her way to the sea. That will be a sight, especially in the early morning, and her not wearing anything at all... Hmmm. Good plan.
“Come on.” I tug on her sleeve carefully, not wanting to spill her coffee or orange juice, don’t want to get her annoyed, and I walk down the path to a secluded area with benches and tables. It’s still got a great view of the beach, but you can’t see it from the house, and the wind isn’t as bad here either.
I motion for her to sit down and then I wrap the fluffy blanket around her shoulders, before I sit down next to her. “See? Much better.”
For a while, she just looks out over the sea, not eating anything, just staring, then she lets out a slow breath, her face falling. “How bad is it? Back home?”
I consider my words for a moment, but she deserves the truth. If we want a different relationship than what she’s been taught is what an Alpha/Omega relationship is supposed to be like, then we need to be honest with her, at all times. “Last I checked, the paparazzi were all over trying to figure out who you are, where you work, where you went to school, stuff like that.”
“Fuck.” She pulls a face. “I guess that returning to work is out of the question, then. Though, it might get the cafe some publicity, which could be good for them. If any good is to come from this...”
“They’re digging into the backgrounds of us four too. Not much to find about me, or Liam, mostly. Though, depending on what your idea of fun reality TV is, you might not want to read the articles that focus on Zack or Spence.”
She lets out a short laugh, something akin to mirth passing behind her eyes, and she smiles a little. “I know enough about them. They were infamous for being playboys among human girls, so I’m pretty sure that they’ll be the same in shifter
