Page 65 of Perfectly Yours

If I don’t end up coming spontaneously first.

It’s then that I smell the first hint of Savin’s arousal, the slow whine of his cry turning my attention to him stumbling toward me. His eyes are pitch black with desire and need, the Omega giving me very little time before he rucks up my dress and presses up against my back. “Shit, Ellie. Just…” He bends me over the table, his hands moving furiously up and down my sides before the tip of his cock pushes inside of me.

I let out a guttural groan as he sinks into my pussy, Savin threading his fingers through one of my hands, splaying it across the counter while his other hand reaches in front of me to rub my clit. He plays with the piercing, furiously pumping inside of me. Savin comes seconds later, apologizing as he tries to bring me my own orgasm but I’m not far behind, milking his cock until his release is slipping down my thighs.

Savin steps backward, his chest heaving and I stand up, twisting around to see his skin flushed, his pupils dilated, and his cock already stiffening again. “Sorry, I just… well fuck, why aren’t you wearing panties?”

“Too many clothes to figure out. Let me text Macon.” I try to gather myself as I waddle over to my phone to keep Savin’s release from continuing to seep from me. I text Macon first and then Carleen, laughing when Savin drags me to the living room. I trip over the carpet, my beautiful Omega giving me very little time to right myself as he slides right back in.

This time he’s a little more in control, leaning down to kiss me, teasing my piercings as he fucks me. The squelch of his release eases the slide as I hold onto him, giggling when he flips us over so that I’m straddling his waist. His hands squeeze my thighs as he meets my eyes, his golden hair splayed across the carpet. “I’m okay. I just want to keep going and fuck if I’m going to miss this.” Savin’s eyes close for a moment, his perfume drugging my senses.

“Baby-”

“No, I just need a knot. But this is perfect.”

“When our Alpha gets here, you’re going to be all over him, aren’t you?”

“More fucking. Less talking.”

I comply, riding him until we come again. Fuck, he’s messy and yet I love it as I lean down to kiss him, our tongues dueling for dominance until six beeps pull me away from my little bubble of happiness. I sit up, worried that it’s not Macon at the door, waiting for it to open. But the door doesn’t budge. Instead the ‘wrong code’ sounds and then the six beeps come again. When the 'wrong code' sounds again, I’m sure that it’s no longer an accident.

That it isn’t one of the staff.

That it’s very likely the one woman I’ve vowed to murder if I see her again.

With all the strength I can muster, I push to my feet, Savin following as we scurry toward the nest. The next six beeps are followed by a chime, Savin pulling me into the garage, the closest door to shield us from Aalya. I lock the door behind us, unsure of what to do next when we climb into one of the cars there.

My heart is in my throat, Savin desperately trying not to touch me as we figure out what the fuck we’re supposed to do in this situation. I’m sitting in the driver’s seat, my hands on the wheel like we’re going to drive away somehow. Anyone with half a mind would pull us over, especially when I start swerving when Savin can’t keep his hands to himself.

“What the fuck is Aalya doing here?” I hiss, glaring at Savin. The Omega looks just as pissed as I feel, his fingers shaking over the screen in the car. He’s frantically trying and failing to press numbers on a dial pad before he looks to me for help. “What are you doing?”

“Macon’s number. Now. Fuck, my hands are shaking. Ellie, we need Macon.”

As much as I want to handle this shit by myself and storm in there, giving her a piece of my mind, I’m not in the right state to do so. I would do anything at this point to protect my Omega and our safe space. No, Macon needs to fucking handle this shit. I dial his number, mildly surprised that it works for a car that isn’t currently ‘on’, the phone picking up before even the first ring.

“Why are you two calling from the car? I can feel Savin. Ellie?”

“Right here.”

“What’s going on?”

“Your mother is in the fucking house.”

“Excuse me?”

I grit my teeth together, holding my breath so I don’t inhale Savin’s syrupy scent and let him fuck me right here with Macon on the phone. “Someone was playing with the keypad and they kept inputting the wrong code. It might not be her but they got in and we…” Savin whines, the slick sounds of him stroking himself meeting my ears. He’s whispering apologies, that he can’t help it. That he needs Macon’s knot. This situation can’t get much worse, can it? It’ll be funny a few months from now but fuck, it’s not funny now. “And Savin’s in heat. He needs you. We need you.”

“I’m around the fucking corner and you’re not wrong. It is my mother with another fucking Omega. Stay where you are. Do not get out of the car until I come get you.”

“Yes, Alpha. Just… fucking get her out of the house.”

Savin grunts, trying to hold himself back from coming all over the leather. “Alpha, I’m only staying put because you will no longer have a mother if I don't.” I could kiss him for that but I refrain, needing an end to this. Granted, if Savin whines one more time, I’m going to melt into his arms so fucking fast.

We stay on the phone as Macon pulls up in the driveway, the sound of his car door slamming and then his heavy footsteps bursting into the house. “Care to fucking tell me why you’re in my house, Aalya?”

Chapter forty-five

MACON

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