Page 34 of Let It Snow (Eden’s Omegaverse #7)

Snow’s mouth twitches like he’s fighting a smirk, but his voice stays serious.

"That’s fair. I can respect it."

I shut my eyes for a second as the scent of his clean skin hits me hard, and my body reacts. My hole clenches with fierce need, my ass arches so far back I probably look like I’m reaching for something on the floor or about to blow him right here.

I try to hold myself with some dignity, but another cramp crashes into me, relentless, picking up speed.

"I need…" No, I’m not saying the word knot, fuck that. "I need a fucking… alpha presence." Perfect euphemism. That part rolls out easier, I’m starting to master the art of diplomacy.

"And, you know, some experience. Something. You get it, right? Something to stop these fucking—" Another spasm tears through me, and I clutch the doorframe.

The sheer number of times I say ‘fucking’ can surely be taken as a strong hint of what I want. Right?

Snow tilts his head.

"Are you sure you want this with me, Summer? With a fucking alpha?"

I grimace.

"Honestly, I don’t know if it’s a good idea.

But one thing’s clear: you’ve got experience, and I…

I really need that. Fucking. I mean… guidance!

My knowledge of heat is lacking." I swallow hard, rationalizing it, and lift my eyes to his. There’s gentleness on his face, but also resignation. And a tiny bit of amusement.

"Then I’ll help you as much as you need me, Summer."

With a smooth step back, he lets me in. I stride past him, straight to where I want to be. No small talk, no hesitation.

His bedroom.

I hear his footsteps behind me, and when I glance back, I catch it: he’s not unaffected anymore. His bulge is obvious. And still, his control amazes me.

I don’t want to drag this out. I tear off my clothes, sloppy and graceless, and crawl onto his bed. I take the only position that makes sense, face pressed into the pillow, ass up high, presenting, as if there were any doubt what I want.

Snow angles himself to get a full view of my hole. I can feel his eyes there.

"It’s already ripe heat," he says, voice sounding almost professional. "The color is typical for the second day. Deep pink."

I mutter a string of curses under my breath.

What’s strange about heat is that any sense of modesty just falls away. Normally, I’d probably burn alive from humiliation at the thought of sticking my ass up for an alpha, but right now it’s different. I just don’t care.

What I want is simply to be filled, now, all the way, and fucked for hours, plugged by a knot like a cork in a bottle.

Snow’s eyes slide slowly over my shamelessly naked body, then he asks,

"Do you want me to use protection?"

I let out a frustrated snort.

"This is my first heat. There’s no chance I could get pregnant."

Shit. Another wave slams through me. I moan, my hole pulsing under Snow’s gaze. He stays quiet for a moment, then says more softly,

"I had unprotected sex a month ago. That’s what I mean, Summer."

The silence that follows is heavy. I’ll admit, it hadn’t even crossed my mind.

Then bitterness slips into my voice before I can stop it.

"Don’t your powers let you know if you caught something or not?" I try to mask it, but the bitter edge cuts through anyway.

Snow’s reply is calm, unwavering.

"I know I didn’t catch anything, but all you have is my word. And I don’t know how much you trust me. I assume not much."

"Don’t assume shit," I snap back. "I still believe you’re honest enough to tell me if you had."

"Then decide, Summer." The finality in his voice makes me feel silly.

Enough of this ass-in-the-air begging. I flop onto the bed like a deflated balloon, stretch out flat, and fix my eyes on the ceiling.

Well, I’m not completely flat, my dick is sticking out, rather obscenely.

And then it spills out of me.

"I want to trust you, more than anything, Snow. More than you realize. But it hurt me… because I really did want something to start between us."

Snow looks away, some flicker of emotion crossing his face.

"It still can, Summer. I want that. I want us together. I asked you to be my boyfriend."

I don’t answer. Something twists inside me, almost crushing my insides. My instinct is to tell him I want that too, that I’m not backing out of being his boyfriend.

But then I remember everything falling down, the whole domino line of what happens once Snow’s child enters the picture, and the words choke in my throat.

"I want to spend this heat with you, Snow. Let’s take it step by step.

Right now, I just need to survive this. And…

you’re the person I imagined as the perfect one to help me through it.

So I want to focus on getting everything I can out of this experience.

" My words are careful, sidestepping the answer he really asked for.

He nods with a task-focused look on his face.

"Of course, Summer. I’ve been asked to help with heats before. I’ll do this to the best of my ability."

Wow. His answer has the same energy as mine. Distant. Framed as a duty. Another omega asking him to assist with heat. The silent, untouchable alpha, the wet dream of half his students’ dads.

Now it’s my turn to be the one strung up on his… well. Bowstring.

Not that I’m complaining. At least he knows what he’s doing, and I can pretend this is nothing more. But deep down, I know I want more than just handling my heat.

Snow grips the collar of his tank top and pulls it off in one clean move.

My eyes lock instantly on the perfect curve of his chest muscle. His body is insane. My fingers crave to touch his skin.

Then he shoves off his jeans and underwear, and my gaze drops lower. Wow. Even his pubes are trimmed neatly, platinum in shade, quite elegant.

And his cock—fuck—it’s huge and already fully erect. My heat pheromones must be pushing him into a rut hard.

In a quick motion, I roll onto my stomach, spreading my legs to give him room. But he climbs onto the bed, grabs my thigh, and flips me back over!

I let out an impatient groan, but even that single touch makes something inside me open wider, and… wilder.

"I want to look at you, Summer," he says, unruffled, at ease.

"Maybe I don’t want to look at you!" I snap through gritted teeth.

Snow pulls his hand away from my thigh and sits back on his folded legs.

"Summer, I’m not holding you hostage here. You can leave anytime. But if you stay, it’s on my terms."

I didn’t expect that answer, or the strange, firm authority behind it. If I thought I’d be steering this, I was wrong.

He holds my gaze, rock steady, while I exhale hard, secretly relieved he’s taken the pressure off me to decide.

And truthfully… I prefer it.

Watching him take me for the first time.

Humiliating me in a bittersweet way.

But I can’t stop myself from saying something sharp.

"You’ve served plenty of omegas during their heats, so I hope you can do a solid job this time too?" I throw out, even though what I actually want is to be filled quickly, not to trade sarcastic lines.

Snow settles between my thighs. His face looks calm, but somehow I know my words have… hurt him.

He grabs the base of his shaft and angles it toward my entrance.

"Can you zip it, Summer? You don’t have to ruin every last bit of it."

What? What an insolent bastard! I jump up to sit and stare at him, my mouth open.

"Me?! It wasn’t me who shoved my dick into a married omega and knocked him up!" I shoot back, my voice breaking in exasperation.

"Fine. I did. But I know my serving… role well, and I don’t need to be prompted about it."

"I hate you!" I burst out in a lie, being irrational, out of fury and frustration.

I want to push him off, so I try to shove him, pressing my hands against his arms, but he doesn’t even budge.

"But I also… kinda adore you…" I mumble, feeling super embarrassed while still pushing hard. I could use my powers, but of course, that’s not the real purpose of this shoving.

What I really want is more physical contact, to rub against him, nudge him, feel those hard planes and that hot skin sliding against mine.

So I just keep pushing against him with my chest instead of my hands, our faces now at the same level. My nose skims along the tendons of his neck, over his glands.

Snow’s expression is kinda dark, his eyes slightly narrowed, one corner of his lips curved.

Then…

My eyes land on his right neck gland. This one is… marked. By my teeth.

For a second I freeze, my eyes locked on it.

"You bear my mark…" I whisper in strange disbelief. I completely forgot about it, how could I?

"Are you… mated to me?" I ask. Well, I wouldn’t know, since he’s on suppressants. No scent.

His response is still calm.

"It’s only half of the mating bond. You don’t bear my mark. It can’t fully work."

I still stare at the pale semicircle. Something stirs in me, some emotions I can’t understand, can’t grasp.

Snow tilts his head so our eyes meet. For a moment, there is only silence and the sound of our hearts—boom, boom, boom—filling the space between us.

So much I want to tell him, but I can’t. I just want… all of him. All. I don’t want to share him with some Theo, some kid, some ghosts of the past. My fucking possessiveness is sour in me, poisoning me.

He should be mine, all mine. All mine…

Snow waits, observing me for a while. In the stillness of our bodies, only my dick throbs lightly, pressed against his stomach, dripping pre-cum.

Finally, his eyes narrow slightly. "Do you want my help or not?"

"I want you!"

There is just a tiny pause before he answers, as if he is thinking over what I actually meant, but he does not comment on this.

"Then enough talking," he says in a firm tone, his face seemingly unfazed.

He probably doesn’t realize how distant yet incredibly sexy he looks right now, but I don’t tell him that—I just devour him with my eyes.

He raises his hands and puts them on my shoulders, then pushes me back down onto the bed. I flop, giving no resistance, as the next wave of heat is hitting hard.

My passage clenches so tight it hurts.