Edison’s grip on my hips tightened and suddenly I was being dragged up into his arms as he walked backwards to his desk.
“Wait—” I protested around his hungry mouth. “Aren’t we going back to my room?”
Edison huffed a laugh and shook his head. “I’m not giving you a chance to change your mind, pet. No way.”
Sitting me on the edge of the desk he leaned around me and swept all of the things on his desk onto the floor with a loud crash.
“You’re breaking things, Edison!” I gasped, starting to turn so that I could assess the damage.
“Doesn’t matter, I can buy new things,” Edison growled, his lips crushing mine again as he gently parted my knees and stepped in between them. I’d been so preoccupied with my anger with the alpha in front of me when I walked in that I hadn’t paid much attention to what was on the desk, but knowing Edison I knew that it was probably expensive.
“Edison—” I began, fully intending to convince him to go back to my room, or his room, or any room really, but Edison’s fingers were already reaching for the button of my denim shorts.
“You’ve been gallivanting around the house all day like this?” he asked as he slid his other hand up my bare leg until his fingers reached the edge of the shorts and gave them a gentle tug, pulling them down my waist.
“And at school,” I murmured, yelping when he growled and yanked the shorts the rest of the way off of me, pulling me nearly to the edge of the desk as he tossed them into the corner of the room.
“You wore these to school? So that all of those post-pubescent horndogs could look at your ass and legs all day?” Edison’s fingers tightened on the flesh of my thighs as he stood in between them again. “And Rhodes didn’t stop you?”
“It was hot,” I told him with a shrug, a thread of excitement filling me at his jealous reaction. “And Rhodes didn’t seem to mind.”
That was a lie. He’d told me to go change and I’d simply refused, telling him to explain to me what about my shorts was so inappropriate. They weren’t any shorter than what I’d seen the other girls wearing—in fact mine probably covered more skin than theirs. We’d stared at each other for a long time before he finally gave in and opened the door to the car for me and let me go to school.
“I’m going to have to have words with him later,” Edison rumbled. “You are only allowed to wear these shorts at home—hell—you’re only allowed to wear them in front of me from now on.”
“And I don’t like being told what to do.” My words came out petulant.
Edison’s pinched expression smoothed out into something suddenly smug as his lips twitched up into a grin and he pressed further between my legs until my core was pressed against the lump in his pants, only two layers of fabric separating us. “Pet, I’m afraid you may have to get used to it. I don’t know if you’ve realized it yet, but the man you’ve married is very bossy.”
My mind was still on the sudden press of our lower halves and I barely noticed the alpha’s huff of laughter before his face was crowding in on mine and he was kissing me again.
This kiss was long and slow, a languid dance of tongues as his hips ground into mine, stoking the heat that had been bunched up in my belly ever since he first kissed me a few minutes ago.
“Besides,” Edison said, his voice tinged by heavy breathing when we finally broke apart. “I think you’ll like doing what I ask of you.”
A shiver of anticipation rippled through me as Edison tugged on the hem of my shirt and gestured for me to lift my arms so he could pull it over my head.
Before, on our wedding night, I’d still been completely dressed aside from the panties he’d pulled off.
But now I sat in front of him in just my soaked panties and a bralette that was doing little to hide the outline of my stiff nipples from Edison’s golden-eyed gaze.
Reaching up, I tried to cover them with a hand which he quickly grabbed and pulled away. “Don’t ever hide from me, omega.”
Edison had called me a lot of things, Peregrine, Perrie, pet, and wife, but he’d never called me omega before.
It tickled something deep inside of my mind, like something ancient in my biology was finally clicking into place. My doctors always told me that my omega designation would recover last—that once my body was fully healthy I would be just like every other omega in the world.
And they were right, my sense of smell, the urge to nest, the need to seek comfort in others, and the rest of what made an omega an omega started to emerge within months of finishing my last round of chemo.
Yet even with all of that, I still didn’t feel like an omega. It felt a bit like I was a beta running around masquerading as one and that one day Edison would realize that I was a fake and turn me out for failing to meet his expectations.
Now he called me an omega, making me realize he’d never seen me as anything different.
Shaking off his hand that was keeping me from covering myself, I reached up and cupped his face in both of my hands and pulled him in for another fervent kiss.
The kiss must have surprised him, because Edison froze for a moment, his hands fisting on either side of me as I gave his bottom lip a gentle nip.
“Alpha?” I was just testing the word, curious about how it would feel coming from my lips.
Edison began to vibrate in a rattling purr, the first one I’d ever heard from the alpha. The noise washed over me like warm water and I nearly moaned as each of my muscles seemed to melt under the sound.
Then Edison pressed a hand into my stomach and gave me a gentle shove backwards. The desk was cool against the bare skin of my back and I had to reach up to pull the plastic claw clip out of my hair so that I could put my head flat on the surface.
“There’s no stopping tonight, pet,” Edison said as he tugged his tie off and shrugged out of the suit jacket he was wearing.
I swallowed. “I know.”
“No crisis to get in the way.” The buttons on his crisp dress shirt popped off, raining down around me as he pulled it off and stood in front of me in just his undershirt.
“I’m aware,” I whispered, swallowing down all of my embarrassment at being laid out across his desk like this, not to mention the worries that I was starting something I would never be able to take back.
Edison’s expression was full of hunger as his eyes traced down the line of my body. “Take off your bra.”
I hurried to do as he asked, my fingers fiddling with the metal fastener in the front until it finally released, pulling to the side as I lifted my torso up to slip my arms out of it.
The alpha in front of me continued to watch, fiddling with the rings that he always wore before he finally started to pull them off one by one, dropping them into a silver tray that was one of the few things to survive the arm sweep he’d used to clear the rest of the surface.
When each ring hit the train, a loud plink filled the room and my body twitched with excitement, my back bowing like the strings of a guitar being plucked.
