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“Jonah…”
Nerves flutter in my stomach, my scent smoldering while I fret over the phrase I’ve been thinking about all week. Every time he holds me or kisses me. Every scent-mark. Every kind word. I keep hearing what he said the first night and wondering what he meant.
This doesn’t have to mean anything.
Was he trying to give himself an escape hatch? I sort of assumed so, at the time. An out for both of us, I figured. Because I was clearly scared, and he was clearly too good for me.
But, then, why has he said such beautiful things; and gone to the trouble of making me gifts?
Is it possible he really just wants me to be comfortable?
There’s only one way to know.
“I know you said this doesn’t have to mean anything. But what if—” I start and pause to swallow hard. “What if… I want it to?”
For a long beat, the alpha under me goes still. My mind races, trying to come up with some way to take back what I said. Play it off as a joke, maybe? Or?—
He rolls me faster than a man his size has any right to, putting us face-to-face. Lord, he really is handsome. All his strong, broad features perfectly balanced with his thick, dark brows and beard.
His rich amber irises shine in the afternoon sunshine. Dropping his forehead to mine, he flashes a grin that’s pure joy.
“I’d say thank God.” He nuzzles me sweetly. “Isn’t it obvious that I’m crazy about you, manamea? Finding you is everything I’ve ever wanted.”
As soon as he says the words, it seems insane that I ever doubted him. He’s made it abundantly clear—just as obvious as Avery, in his own unique way. Cooking for me at every opportunity, holding me every time I seem even the least bit unsure. All of his scent-marks and forehead kisses. And now, this garden…
Am I really so broken that I didn’t think he could care about me? Even after all of that?
This poor alpha.
I brush my lips along his and settle in, really kissing him for the first time.
It’s nothing like Avery in the best way. My tattooed alpha kisses with carnal intent, always making it abundantly clear just how much he wants more.
Jonah, though… He’s slow and soft, his lips teasing mine until I moan and arch up, desperate for more pressure. He smiles, then, his beard prickling my chin while his mouth pulls into a wide, pleased grin.
I feel his cock through the jeans molded to his lower half. I’ve spent the week mentally sizing it up every time it makes itself known, and I’m more than a little intimidated.
His dick can’t possibly be proportional to his enormous body… right?
Oh my God.
Right?!?
His scent thickens, sweetness bursting on my tongue while his smokey, toasted goodness gets deeper. S’mores, Avery told me. That’s the name for Jonah’s rich blend of chocolate and golden brown and gooey deliciousness. I’ve never had s’mores before, but they promised we could make them one night when the weather gets cooler.
I truly can’t wait. Maybe I won’t have to, some depraved piece of me thinks. Maybe his cum will taste like he smells.
I haven’t tried Avery’s yet to confirm. In fact, for someone so inherently sensual and spontaneous, my fighter has been alarmingly polite. He never demands anything from me, happy to get me off with his hands and his mouth and his pierced cock as many times as I want him to.
Sure, it usually ends with his cum glazing my belly… or my thighs… But still. He’s a giver.
Just like Jonah, he’s made a point to make me the main priority. Because, I’m beginning to suspect, they might actually… like me.
Me.
Not my scent or parts of my body that they can use. But… like me as a person.
I almost can’t believe it. Maybe that’s why my small voice asks, “What are the things you wanted to teach me?”
