Page 76 of The Alpha Escort Agency

She’s still dizzy, but she crouches down behind him, stroking away his soft hair from the nape of his neck, unable to help from running her fingers through the strands, curled by the humidity. At first she rubs the pad of her thumb over the warm skin of his gland, noticing how it thrums under her attention, and he curls his arm between her legs, gripping her thigh. Then she rests her lips on his gland, tasting the bittersweet flavour of him, closing her eyes to the fluttering pulse of his gland on the sensitive smoothness of her mouth.

“Bite me, Omega,” he says, his voice so strained, his hand so tight on her leg she knows how badly he wants this.

“Yes, my Alpha,” she says against his flesh. She draws open her mouth, stretching back her lips, baring her teeth and then she snaps shut her jaw, capturing his gland between her teeth, the metallic taste of his blood immediate in her mouth, her eyes rolling back in her head as it sends more shock waves through her. Distantly, she hears him groan with force and his body shake violently against hers, and she smells the shift in his scent too. The bitter chocolate lightening, becoming fresher, reminding her of spring.

She collapses against him, her teeth still buried in his flesh, panting hard, and he leans back, keeping them both upright. Her eyes swivel in their sockets and she scrambles to regain herself, slowly withdrawing her incisors and her canines, more of his blood flooding her mouth. She swallows it, feeling it warm her gullet and her stomach, and she laps at the cuts in his skin, unable to get enough of his taste.

But soon he’s pulling at her, bringing her down into his lap, whispering nonsense words.

The sky is beginning to lighten at its base where it caresses the ocean. And vaguely she wonders how many hours have passed.

He strokes back the hair from her face, smoothing it away. “It’s done now. It’s you and me forever, Omega.”

“It’s there already. Do you feel it?” she whispers, rubbing her hand over her tummy button, where something strong tugs at her, a pull that seems to end at him.

“Yes, our bond,” he says, bending down to kiss the point that binds them, the sun tripping into the sky, warm rays radiating over them.

A new day, she thinks, watching as the light catches in his hair, turning his skin gold. A new beginning. Theirs.

THE END