Page 3 of Welcome to Seaman's Cove: Part One
I’m not sure he notices, because he’s staring at my hideous water shoes with a slack jaw and wide eyes. “Yeah, I know they’re ugly, but I need them to protect my feet.”
He grips my ankle. The touch is light, but firm. Goosebumps lift along my legs, but it’s the look ofawe on his face that has me shivering. For the first time, his scent hits me. Fresh air and sunshine—neither of which should really have a scent, but that’s what he smells like. Freedom and warmth and joy. With a salty finish and something sweet. What is that?
I was so focused on helping him, and the rubbing alcohol stinging my nose, that I didn’t notice right away. Now, all I know is his scent. It warms me like late afternoon sun and makes me drowsy like alcohol. Oh, that’s what it is. He smells like a margarita, enjoyed with my toes in the sand and wind in my hair.
Alpha.Myalpha. Scent match.Mine.
A flood of arousal hits me so hard and fast I nearly stumble. My hand goes to the cavern wall for support, but my head feels fuzzy and light.
From his knees, he trails my calf with his palm, a mesmerized expression on his face. His nostrils flare as his touch moves higher, smoothing over the outside of my thigh, fingertips dipping under the hem of my shorts. Each inch he touches feels as if it bursts into flames. My clothes suddenly feel too tight and itchy. My insides ache in a familiar way that should be impossible.
“No. No.” I’m on suppressants. But I know what this is, and I know the only thing that will help. I moan, leaning back against the wall as his hand moves high enough under my shorts to feel my slick soaked core.
I should yell at him, scold him, storm off after such impertinence. Instead, I watch as he brings his drenched fingers to his lips and sucks. A deep groan rumbles in his chest, and I feel it all the way in my soul.
The omega in me preens and begs. Alpha. Mine. Knot. Bite. Bite.Bite.
Shit. I need to keep my head. This guy is clearly in trouble. He’s naked, doesn’t seem to speak a word of English. And I don’t know him. But… but…mine.
No. Nope. Need to move. I grab his hand before it can slide back up my leg and tug him to his feet. He stumbles again, falling into me. Thankfully, I’m already half leaning against the wall of the cave, and it stops us from tumbling over. His chest presses against mine. I suck in a breath, keenly aware that he’s naked. His skin feels cool, my top low cut enough that he makes direct contact. His hips shift closer as he settles on the uneven rocky ground, and his cock is suddenly pressed against my inner thigh, skin to skin. My perfume blooms, flooding the space with the aroma of coconut and pineapple.
His eyes blow out, dark, and full of something ancient, a desire that goes back as far as humanity.
He drags his nose up the curve of my neck, and a whine slips past my lips. He smiles as his forefinger traces my mouth.
Need.
I’m pure need.
Need. And lust.
It’s so hot. Too hot.
Without thinking, I spread my legs. He flicks his tongue over my ear and grinds his hips against me.
I lick my lips, mouth dry and needy. I want to taste every inch of him. I don’t know what this is, but it feels right. Like all the suppressants and logic in the world couldn’t stop this.
I’m pure instinct as I grab his face and bring his lips to mine. He tastes as salty and sweet as my favorite margarita. I’m not sure if the salt tang is from the sea or is just hisessence, but I lick the seam of his lips like I would the salt rim of the cocktail. When he opens to me, my tongue delves into the recesses of his mouth like it has a mind of its own. Limes, tart and crisp, join the salt, all tempered by the sweetness of agave.
A strange noise rattles from his throat, almost like he’s trying to purr for the first time. The sound makes something primal take over, and I move his cock between my legs, grinding against him, squeezing my thighs as he thrusts and rubs against my clit. It soothes the ache, but ignites a new kind of fire. My mind goes blank except for one thought. Mine. Mine mine mine mine mine.
As if he agrees, he bares his neck at the same time as I offer him mine. An invitation. Destiny. Heads tilted, we stare into each other’s eyes as our bodies move in perfect agreement. I see his approval, his longing, my own need mirrored in his gaze.
My body tenses, the heat concentrating at the base of my spine.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant, and he grunts.
As I’m overtaken by pleasure, I bite. He bites. We bite together, a perfect circuit. Finally. Complete. Whole.
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The beautiful omega is mine. The shock of it surpasses anything I’ve experienced. Her blood coats my mouth as my cum drenches her thighs. And I feel her. Her soul alights inside of mine. So perfect. My omega.
I’m not just surprised. I’m stunned senseless.
What was that? It’s clear she was in heat—a spike perhaps, since it seems to have passed—but that wasn't normal. I’ve been with omegas in heat before. I’ve always been able to control myself, never had the urge to claim them. But not with her.
Instinct took over in a way it never has before. It was pure and animalistic and indisputable. She’s mine. I knew it from that first scent. That first taste. I could never let her go.
