Page 124 of Candy & Her Saints


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I shiver.

“I see you,” I whisper, staring at this achingly beautiful Omega who has stolen my heart with his bravery. “I hear you. Come on, wake up, little gambler.”

The moment that Ghost’s sky blue eyes open and meet mine, and his growling turns to purring, is everything.

“Okay?” I ask.

He takes a shuddery breath but nods.

I think that I’ve become addicted, however, to Ghost’s favorite activities on waking.

With a mischievous look, Ghost slips his hand down my side, along my hip, tracing maddening circles on my leather trousers.

When he presses his body against me, I can feel his hard cock.

His innocent act no longer convinces me, no matter how sweetly wide his eyes are.

I twist to lie on top of him with a slow roll, thrusting my hips against his.

He whines.

“Hi.” I snatch Ghost by the tie and yank him into a hard kiss. “Want something?”

Ghost’s purr deepens and becomes rougher with lust. His smile, however, gives away that he’s got the exact outcome that he wanted already.

I yank him up by his tie for a second time and kiss him again simply because I can and his lips are so fucking kissable.

Then I grin. “I almost forgot today’s gift.”

Ghost’s face lights up.

I haven’t broken my promise to bring him something each day.

So, maybe I am courting him.

I’ve never been a conventional Omega. I bonded first with a Beta. I became fated mates with my matches. And now I’m giving courting gifts to a male Omega.

I’ve never been happier in my life.

I sit up, straddling Ghost’s hips.

I wriggle my hand into the pocket of my pants and pull out a small pot of clear oil.

Ghost wrinkles his nose in confusion.

My cheeks flush. “Lincoln gave me this. He swears by it, something about how he spent a lot of years alone with nothing but his hand for company in Alaska, and this stuff was a life saver.”

Ghost is staring at the oil like it’s poison or part of Lincoln’s scary bodyguard training.

I redden further.

“I mean,” I roll my hips across Ghost’s crotch, and he moans, “he winked and told me that if he’d had to jerk off dry all that time, then he’d probably have given himself friction burn on his cock.”

Ghost’s eyes light with understanding at the same time as he winces.

Then he reddens too.

To my surprise, he points at me, before gently lifting my hand from his tie.

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