Arranged Marriages Aren’t So Bad

(MILES)

The proximity of our bodies makes it hard for me to focus. I am aroused but I don't push for sex because I know that isn't what my omega wants now. He needs comfort. I should soothe him and tell him without words that he'll be alright. That everything will work out just fine. That I'll keep him safe. I need him to believe that he can trust and depend on me.

I'll let him know that by pressing soft kisses at the back of his neck, and his forehead and gentle strokes done his body.

After a few minutes of silence, he asks, "When would we do it?"

I get the idea that he is giving in, and it causes excitement to course through me. He accepts the marriage. That means Sasha will relent and he will live. "Soon, probably this week." I keep my voice low. Reassuring.

"Okay, I'll marry you." He says and touches the mark on his neck. I don't want bloodshed just because I refuse to marry you. I guess that leaves me no choice."