In a world where humans and werewolves coexist, 23 years old Omega, Aiden Hart, is among the... misfits. The outcast from both worlds. Like very few others, he has powers he cannot explain. But he also has demons that come in the shape of nightmares...
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"Strip."
The command jolts Aiden out of his daydream, and he turns to me sharply.
"Excuse me?! You strip."
Sighing, I look upward, silently praying for patience. When will I stop expecting him to obey me?
"I don't strip. I never strip."
"That much was clear." He quips, shooting an impressive judgmental look at me while appearing annoyingly amused. I'm not sure how but somewhere along the way he'd picked up on the fact that I am a virgin and he's been having way too much fun with it.
"You know what I mean." I grit out, my good mood from this morning's events evaporating right before my eyes. "Just fucking shift."
His smirk is infuriating, making me want to grab him and kiss it off his face. It'd also give his mouth a break from pissing me off with his little remarks.
Then he starts taking his clothes off and this time all of my thoughts evaporate as I get a first row seat to his strip tease. Because that's what he is doing. Teasing me. And I'm falling for it. The only problem is I do not care at all.
Because every inch of skin he exposes is perfect. A pale and smooth chest with a flat stomach. His nipples are a deep chestnut color which creates a delicious contrast against his fair skin tone. It's clear he is a little underweight, and I make a mental note to get him to eat more. Although I don't really care if he is skinny or chubby or muscular, I'd still think there's no one hotter than my Kitten. I just want him to be healthy.
"Is this what you had in mind?"
"Huh?" I ask, fully aware how dumb I sound yet not finding it in me to care when my mate is standing before me, half-naked in all of his glory.
"For your first strip show?" There's laughter in his voice as he slowly—and I mean, excruciatingly slow—runs his hands over his chest and down. And down. And down.
Then he turns a little so I have a clear view of his back and that small bubble butt of his. The visions running through my head right now would make a nun faint—not to mention extremely, sinfully wet.
He pops the button of his pants open and bends over a little to shimmy out of them.
I face forward a second before he drops them. The small glimpse I get of the top of his butt is forever etched into my brain.
