“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to do this,” Ryan whispers, before he steps forward and pulls me into his arms. His gaze drifts to my lips before he dips his head to steal a kiss.
I feel his desire as he works my mouth open, and my nerves melt into lust and a desperate, urgent desire to beg him to claim me. My skin flushes at the thought of it.
He’ll think I’m crazy. I can’t ask for that.
We’re both Betas. He can’t claim me as his for the rest of our lives like an Alpha could an Omega.
He pulls back to look me in the eyes. His gaze is heavy with lust, but there’s something else underneath it. Something warm and inviting. Something that makes my body melt for him.
“Secret, I love you,” he murmurs. “You’re the only person I can ever imagine wanting to spend time with. I see your face when I close my eyes. I think about you all the time. You’re everything I want.”
“I love you, too,” I tell him, feeling how happy it makes him to hear it back and not believing how intensely I can feel his love.
He grins and I know this is it.
This is so right. It’s so perfect. It’s so…
“Wait. Do you smell cake?” he asks, his gaze still kind of dreamy.
I do, and that scent isn’t coming from outside of this room.
Oh my God. I’m an Omega.
That’s perfume we’re smelling. A natural scent spurred on by deep relaxation or arousal. In this case it’s mostly arousal. My panties start to dampen. It’s only going to get worse.
The door opens behind us, making us both jump.
Leanne barely glances at us. “Time for cake!”
“That must be a hell of a cake,” Ryan murmurs. “It smells incredible.”
No, that would be my perfume.
I can’t say it. I still can’t believe it just happened.
Romy Lockhart writes paranormal reverse harem and M/F contemporary romance. All of her books contain steamy scenes between consenting adults. All of her reverse harems have harem ever afters, and all of her romance novels have happy endings.