His Sassy Omega (Sweet Alps Mates #1)

by Raiven Matthews

I’m talking way up, where there was snow, cold, skiing, and people with common sense. Mostly. Sometimes. I mean people were people. We were a long way from the sunshine of Hollywood, and all its craziness.

So wwhat exactly are common people? Republicans?

As one of the main founding families of the town, to say the Sinclair’s were loaded was like saying Angelina Jolie didn’t have a bunch of kids.

What??

The mindset that omegas should not be educated beyond a certain age, that they shouldn’t be allowed to own businesses, handle their own finances, or even live on their own. Based on what I knew about how Lachlan ran his business, it surprised me whenever Wade said his boss was looking for a “good little” omega.

He smelled like cookies, because why wouldn’t he? He would smell like something I loved. Warm chocolate chip cookies, fresh from the oven. My mouth did not water from the smell of him, and my cock did not get any chub. It didn’t.

Did anyone ask Cinderella what happened after she put that slipper on? Look, if you lost your shoe after midnight, you were probably too drunk to see straight. Those were the facts.

So, what if my leopard roared when Lachlan and I had touched? My leopard didn’t know what we needed. My leopard was an idiot, who thought with his dick way too much.

My cat purred loudly, the sound rumbling just beneath the surface of my heated skin. My slick flowed like a fucking river, making my boxer briefs sticky and wet.

I mean, I got slick when I had sex, but this…this was something else entirely. It was as if I’d sat in a puddle. Never had I randomly started gushing being in the same room with someone. It was disconcerting and beyond annoying.

Until this morning, I’d been excited for this dinner date. On paper, this omega was everything I thought I wanted. Trained at an excellent omega school, that taught the arts of specializing in being a traditional, house omega. Cooking, cleaning, running a household, taking care of children.

School????

I really couldn’t say, ‘I think he’s my fated mate, and I can’t stop thinking about him, and I want to sniff him again, possibly lick all his parts, because he smells like the best thing ever baked and I need a bite of it.

It was like watching and listening to food porn. I think I’d just found a new kink.

I’d never taken anyone his size before, and my fluttering hole gushed as if helping me prepare for his girth.

I didn’t believe in the whole fated mate's thing, but something had happened between us from that first touch, that I couldn’t deny.

It was as if something had shifted in me that day, all my pieces just seemed to fit, and my brain had whispered, “Oh, it’s you. There you are.”

Fate had spoken and deemed it so. Hmmm…kind of like the I licked it, so it was mine rule. Yeah, that worked.