Page 51 of Let It Snow (Eden’s Omegaverse #7)

I’m pretty sure he means not only the piano lesson but the two of us here together, close.

I should end the lesson; he’s already learned enough for today, but I don’t tell him to get up, and I stay where I am.

"Let’s try something else," I say, my voice comes out lower than I expect. "Place your hands like before, thumbs on C. We’re going to play at the same time. Together."

I cover his right hand with mine just for a second to guide him into position. "Ready?"

He nods.

We play slowly, both hands moving in parallel, C-D-E-F-G.

The notes are soft, colorful, floating in the air as pastel waves, and I feel my focus slipping, my ear catching not just the music but the uneven pattern of his breathing, the faint hitch when my knee brushes his.

His slick is now… very intense, ripe in the air.

He’s probably soaked through his pants at this point.

I clear my throat, fighting to focus on teaching. "Now let’s try a simple rhythm. Four counts per note. I’ll count for you."

I tap the top of the piano, steady, slow. "One, two, three, four."

His shoulders relax a little as he finds the rhythm.

"Good," I murmur, leaning forward to correct his left hand when his wrist dips too low. "Keep it level." It’s no coincidence that my thumb is skimming over his wrist gland.

His heartbeat stutters under my touch. His aura looks as if it were painted with long, curling brushes of red. His scent is now crazy intense, so sweet it makes me dizzy, my own arousal skyrocketing, my dick painfully hard, and I have to bite back a curse.

"Show me again?" he asks in a hoarse voice.

"You’re distracting yourself," I tell him, half amused, half aware that I’m doing the same thing.

"Maybe," he says and turns his eyes toward me, the space between us charged, electric.

"Let’s finish with something simple. Just the right hand." I play the first bars of Ode to Joy, slow enough for him to follow. E-E-F-G-G-F-E-D…

His fingers stumble. I lean closer, my shoulder brushing his.

"Watch carefully."

This time, when I play, he watches not just my hands but my face. When I glance at him, his pupils are wide, lips parted. The sweetness of his Allure curls around me, calling to me, tugging at instincts I’m desperately trying to control.

And then, suddenly, in one swift move, Summer throws himself forward, his chest over the sheet music stand, his ass right in front of my face. He pulls his pants down in one smooth motion, baring his round mounds.

Between them rests a pink, open entrance, glistening with copious amounts of slick. The scent has the color of raspberries but the taste of raspberry meringue.

Wow. Yeah.

My breath halts; the air around us is so saturated with pink and red it’s almost hard to see.

Summer’s alluring scent sings so loudly for me it nearly deafens my ears, promising hours of blissful ecstasy.

I respond with a low call of my own. In a millisecond, I grab his pale thighs and push them toward me and up so I can press my face to his muscle ring and taste the sweetness.

The world hums with the sound of warm, hot colors, and the young omega’s fragrance swirls around in vibrant pink hues.

"Fuck me, just do it! I can’t go another second!

" Summer whimpers, as the intense, orange and carmine shades erupt around him.

I lift my face over his gaping entrance and pull myself up, unzipping my pants at the same time.

It takes me five seconds to angle my cock down and push inside in one swift, long thrust. The room nearly explodes…

the blinding light of orgasmic discharge floods the space around us…

We both climax at the same time, right on the first thrust!

Well, like I said, our chemistry is definitely TM-like.

Basking in the moment, I rest my forehead against the back of his head, breathing deeply and making just the slightest pause before resuming the fucking.

There’s no way in hell I’d let one climax stop me. The piano groans in protest as I start pounding Summer’s perfect ass. Damn, I hate celibacy. Fucking is just the best thing ever, except for seeing Summer’s smiling face.

"Pound it, right there, yes, pound me there!" Summer begs, and I angle my cock even more precisely into his prostate. My hand finds his, and our fingers intertwine.

Summer’s loose bun falls apart, and long caramel strands spill all over the piano. He’s stunning: lips parted and red, his breath quick and ragged, sounds of pleasure escaping him.

And then, he suddenly turns around, just like only he can. He simply twists in midair, literally swirling his body upside down while still impaled on my cock, and now he’s in front of me, unsupported by the piano. Summer doesn’t need it.

We lock eyes. His cheeks are flushed and glowing, and my hands clamp onto his hips.

Now, we’re in a position where Summer basically floats in the air, as if I’ve pressed him against a wall and I am thrusting into him like that.

But there’s no wall, only an invisible barrier he’s created from condensed gas particles.

I fuck him the same way anyway. Summer pulls the hairband from my hair and runs his fingers through my strands. His eyes glow now, his lips part, and his energy radiates like golden light. A sweet yet wild melody, vibrating and intense, weaves itself into our movements, resonating around us.

It’s a magical and shockingly easy scene: rocking into his body while he hovers high in the air. Summer throws his head back and just takes it, as we stand in the middle of my living room, making love in this strange way simply because… we are both strange.

Then I pull him even tighter against me and, just like that, carry him to my bedroom. This isn’t ending here and now. I’ve waited far too long… we both have.

The moment his back hits my sheets, I tear off the rest of his clothes and lean down over his six inches, swallowing him in one smooth motion.

I’m good at blowing omegas: no gagging, no choking, just a smooth rhythm.

So I get to work in earnest. Soon, Summer moans loudly, his fingers digging into my hair.

Thin golden lines of pleasure ripple across his skin…

"Help me, Fate, it’s too good!" he moans. In the next second, I see those golden lines branching out like a river’s tributaries, flowing over his body toward his cock, then surging up his spine… climaxing as they reach his brain, exploding in light.

I smirk, savoring his sweet seed in my mouth before gulping it all down to the last drop.

As I lift my eyes to meet his, he pants, his pupils nearly eclipsing the gold and silver of his irises.

"Let me see… how you see it," he says, and I already know what he wants. It’s addictive, I guess. Out of all my lovers, I shared this only with Theo and Dennis, and they loved it. So I send the sensory overload I live with every day straight into Summer’s nervous system.

Summer gasps.

"Oh, fuck! How can you—it’s—"

For a moment, he stares at the ceiling, then at me, at my body, his eyes racing along the lines of energy flowing through me.

He seems hypnotized, entranced.

But after maybe a minute of marveling at the energy spectacle, he abruptly blinks, and his aura, ripe with reds, crimsons, and roses… suddenly shifts.

He focuses his eyes on me with an intensity and seriousness that makes my pulse hitch.

Pink and red shades fracture as streaks of sapphire and pale blue ripple through his energy.

The mood changes.

"Snow, I want to tell you that I missed you… I never want to be separated from you again."

I stop all my motions, and our eyes lock. Between us stretches a silence tinted pink.

His gaze drops to my hand resting on his hip. Gently, he takes it, threading his fingers through mine. Then he closes his eyes, and for a moment the quiet lingers, vibrating between us like a pale net of strings until he draws a deep breath and says,

"I was scared I ruined everything, Snow. That I broke something that was growing between us naturally, and we could never go back to that ease, that innocence we had."

He opens his eyes again, pupils blown wide, lips slightly parted.

"It’s hard to live under the same roof with you and still feel this space between us that’s hard to breach."

"Agreed. But I needed to give you this space. I want you to want… us. To be sure. I’m aware that I come with extra baggage, the kids. The decision to step into it has to be entirely yours, something you’ve really thought through. I didn’t want to rush it."

I can see how much effort it costs Summer to speak, but not because his mutism has kicked in. So I lift my hand and brush his cheek. Summer lets out a shaky exhale and blurts,

"I came back for you, Snow. I came back because I want to be with you.

And for the kids too." His voice cracks, his eyelids squeeze shut.

"At the airport I was trying to pull myself together so I could ask you to come with me, to introduce you to my parents, but with my stupid, blocked-up mind, with that damned heat recovery, I couldn’t put a single sentence together. "

I just gently stroke his cheek as he fights with his own energy and pushes out trembling blue waves.

"You wrote you live in a basement and don’t have much to offer me, but the same goes for me, you know? I’m the same. So… private. And that’s exactly what I love about you! That you’re not," he waves his hand vaguely around us, "like all of them. We fit better than you think."

I don’t let him finish. I lean in, and my lips graze his. Summer makes a muffled sound, half relief, half hunger. His aura surges, emotions spilling out until the entire room seems to thrum with energy.

"I’m so tired of nothing in my life ever being normal. But the worst part is that half of what could’ve been normal, I sabotaged myself. I let small things poison me. Yet you… when I’m near you, it changes. Everything settles into place."

Two tears slip down his cheeks, and I wipe them away with my thumbs. My fingers linger, though, sliding lower across his delicate collarbones, brushing over the smooth glands of his neck.

Summer holds his breath.

"Will you mark me, Snow? Will you make me yours?"

"I will, Summer."

Summer exhales softly. His eyes stay shut, but his hands rise to rest at the back of my neck.

"Can we bury all the problems, all the things that happened before… erase them… through sex?"

I can hardly keep from smiling.

"Of course, Summer. Sex can be almost like drinking booze together, it helps to soften the edges, it makes things…"

"Easier?"

I fill my lungs, still fighting the laugh pressing at my lips.

"I wouldn’t say easier, but definitely more enjoyable."

"And the hangover only hits the next day, right? Which means we don’t have to think about it until then."

"Exactly. But hey, let’s stay hopeful. Maybe there won’t be a hangover at all."

For a moment, we just look at each other.

I lean over him slowly, deliberately shifting the tone from frantic fucking to something more tender, sensual, because I know this is what Summer craves.

A part of him has been starved for this, for lovemaking rather than just primal release. I felt it in his aura during his heat, in the whispers of his thoughts. Now, it spills from him like delicate streams of honey-pink energy, rising from the depths of his chest and mind, reaching for me.

With soft, featherlight kisses, I trace lines along his jaw, neck, his collarbones, and his chest, brushing against his hardened, rose-pink nipples just enough to spark tiny bursts of pleasure, their sensitivity flaring under my touch.

I shower him with pecks, dozens of them, fleeting as a breeze, and Summer melts into it, arching sweetly beneath me.

Low, vibrating purrs escape him, iridescent, shimmering like opal, drifting through the air similar to wispy clouds.

I play those strings, coaxing out sweet notes, weaving a serenade of pleasure through Summer’s senses.

"I want to… see…" Summer begs, and I let him, of course.

His wide eyes lock onto my body, onto my tattoos pulsing in time with my breath, with my arousal. He lifts a hand, tracing the thin streams of energy stretching between his fingers and my skin, shimmering like silk threads.

My kisses trail lower, down his stomach.

Summer’s abs are delicately but pleasantly defined, a faint grid of muscle beneath smooth skin.

Below, his fully hard cock juts from his smoothly shaved groin, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip.

For an omega, he’s thick, and I lavish his shaft with kisses before moving to his balls, soft and pink.

Then Summer lifts his legs, offering me full access to his entrance.

Slowly, I slide my fingers into his scorching depths, where waves of crimson and orange energy pulse out like a whirling vortex, pulling me in, beckoning.

I find his prostate, and the sudden press sends a violent wave of purple energy surging across Summer’s stomach, coiling upward toward his head.

He gasps, breath ragged. "Yeah…"

I drag his thighs over mine, wrapping an arm around his waist. With a slow, almost lazy motion, I slide into his slick heat, summoning me with scarlet warmth.

We merge, our nervous systems twining into one.

Summer’s true essence floods me, impossible to hide in this deep union.

Beneath his shapeshifter’s form, I see it gleaming light violet.

I lift his hips in unhurried movements, impaling him on me as he leans against my shoulders. We move slowly, each thrust swelling with energy and color, weaving above our heads into a spiraling pillar of light. Our breaths sync, our skin’s heat blends.

I feel Summer’s openness to me, to my energy. I know exactly when the moment crests in him, when readiness spikes like a surging flame. He tilts his head, and his scent gland flares, as if someone poured liquid gold over his skin, shimmering, calling to me.

I tilt my head back, feeling my mating fangs press against my gums from within, a sharp sting, and they pierce through, blood tingling on my tongue like a musical crescendo, bright and biting.

Summer lets out a long, melodic mating call, his body ready to accept the claim, and… my teeth sink into his gland.

In a fraction of a second…

Everything explodes.

Our bodies nearly levitate, energy erupting like a golden storm, swelling through our nervous systems, drowning us in ecstasy. It all unfurls, a burst of dazzling light, a symphony of color spraying outward like a firework display.

For the first time in my life, I’ve marked an omega. From now on, we’re a mated pair.

Our Bond will only deepen and strengthen.

As I taste him on my lips, I have this silly thought: maybe soon the time will come when I drop the suppressants. Nothing can tear us apart now. Or so I hope.