Page 17 of Cleat Heat

Ty

My omega is slicking! She’s slicking for me!

Tapping my fingers against my leg I can barely contain all the excited energy coursing through my veins. So I propel myself forward to land at her feet.

Vivi’s rich cupcake scent coats my throat and sends all my instincts buzzing when she lets out a throaty whine. Her omega begs, and my Alpha must answer.

Although she tries to cover that perfect pink pussy with the edges of her robe, it’s still visible, throbbing with need and asking to be tasted. A haze clouds my vision as I reach forward, gripping her knees to separate her sexy-as-fuck thighs.

Tossing her white-blond hair back with a low moan, Vivi’s eyes connect with mine, and she bites her plump red lips before letting her legs fall open just as more slick flows from her core. The explosion of need, want, and arousal that follows sends my head spinning.

“Yes,” I groan, pushing my broad shoulders between her thighs as I surge toward heaven. My tongue snaps out to lick the arousal coating her, and her taste bursts across all of my senses. The world around me fades, and her slick becomes my sole focus. I want to drink it, bathe in it, live in it.

The scent of her drives me wild, and the taste of cupcakes causes me to harden to a painful degree. Her smooth skin feels like the embodiment of joy as I slide my palms upward, inching ever closer to their destination.

Nuzzling my nose against the soft skin of her mound, I dart my tongue out and separate her heated folds with my tongue. Slick pours from her, coating my chin as she writhes, whimpers, and humps against my face. Have I died and found nirvana?

Suddenly, her little fingers clamp down on my hair.

“Noooo,” she cries, and it’s like an ice bucket of water dumps over my head. Did I read this all wrong?

Panic worms its way through my belly, and I hurl myself backward, terrified I took something from my mate that she never wanted to give. No. No. No.

Reading my absolute horror radiating through the bond, Fox drops down behind me, hugging me to his chest and loosing a purr as I look around wildly.

“What’s wrong, omega?” Dash asks quietly, and I hang my head, waiting for the words that will damn me forever and cleave my soul in two.

“I don’t know anything about you,” she pants, clamping her hands over her middle as the agony from her heat hits her once more. My instincts are howling at me to ease our omega’s pain, but I can’t if she doesn’t want this. I need to leave before the rut takes over.

Twisting in Fox’s grasp, I break free and quickly head toward the demolished door. Shit, I was about to take her, and now this isn’t a safe space.

Such a fuck up. Useless Alpha.

“Nooooooooooo,” she wails again, and my feet move faster. “Noooooo, Tyyyy. I need you!”

Her exclamation has me whirling around, my chest heaving, torn between running away or toward my fate. Vivi’s skin flushes and a riot of emotions flit over her face. Desire, need, and fear all morph into one as she shakes on the soft cushions.

“Baby girl, I’m going to need a little clarity,” I pant. Gripping the doorframe to stop myself from grabbing her, the flimsy wood splinters under my fingers. But nothing stops my desire to give her every single inch of the cock she so clearly needs. Her taste is fresh on my lips, her delectable scent still stuck in my nose. “Not gonna touch you unless you want that, too. Omega, what do you need?”

The question my packmate asked before and never got an answer to hovers like a shimmering beacon in the air between us. Her silver-blue eyes fill with lust as she sees the giant tent in my pants, and she splays her legs open once more. Even from across the room, her cupcake aroma wafts my way, and there is no way to stop the growl that rumbles from my chest.

“Nope, not gonna let that pretty pussy talk for you again, princess,” Dash snaps, tossing a blanket—which appears out of nowhere—onto her lap. “Consent is important to us. If you want our help to see you through your heat, mates or not, we need your words.”

“Not a princess,” Vivi shrieks, clearly at the end of her rope. My hands itch with the need to coax her into orgasm after mind-blowing orgasm, but instead, I reach down and try to ease the pain in my cock, adjusting myself in an attempt to find a more comfortable position. But it’s futile.

“Then speak, little flier,” Fox prompts. “Tell us what’s wrong. What you want to do. Clearly, we can’t leave you here without a door. So, should we take you to a hotel? Our pack house? With us? Without?”

The options smack against her. Question after question. And the stress of needing to make the call seems overwhelming. Her instincts demand that someone else take charge.

And once we bond, I’ll be happy to do it.

Our omega whines pathetically, the sound like nails on a chalkboard raking against my instincts. But her strength prevails, and she wobbles to a standing position, clenching her jaw with determination. Though she is clearly in pain, Vivi pushes it all back with an angry frown.

Fuck yes, baby girl.

My heart sings and my teeth ache to bite and claim her right here. Even sweaty, miserable, and disheveled, she is perfection. She is mine. Well, ours—same thing.

“This is some bullshit,” she grumbles with the cutest little pout.

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