Page 105 of Packed Up In Vegas

“I wanted you then, and I want you now. Please.”

“So impatient,” he chided.

Miles kissed his way from my shoulder, up my throat and down the other side, pausing every so often to scrape his teeth over my skin until I was half-delirious. Every inch of my skin was flushed pink with need, and still he took his time. I couldn’t quite decide if this drawn-out rise was better or worse than if he had taken me to the edge and stopped.

“Now, I’ve seen what your face looks like when you take my cock like the perfect omega you are. This time you’re going to see it too.”

He settled onto his knees and drew me back. I watched the mirror with rapt attention as his cock disappeared into me. My eyes fluttered half-closed, my shaking obvious in the reflection, and my mouth dropped open to pull in the air I needed to stay afloat.

“That’s it, sweetheart. You were such a good, patient girl. Present for me.”

Something in my instinctive brain clicked and I slid straight off his cock to tip forward, lifting my ass in the air. Half my face was buried in the blanket, with just enough visible to watch the mirror and see the way his face lit up with feral desire as he fucked straight back into me. I could see the indents in my hips his fingers made from how tightly he held me and I watched, fascinated, by the way he moved until it was all simply too much.

Miles fucked me until my eyes crossed, and nothing in the world mattered except for the glide of him and the impact of his hips striking mine. His fingers brushed over my clit and I was lost to the void, screaming into the blankets as I tumbled over the edge, and Miles buried himself to the hilt, his knot stealing every thought in my head.

“You’re absolutely sure you’re ready?”

“Not at all,” replied Miles with a laugh.

He had been a hell of a lot more relaxed since returning home from his time away with Callie, but he still had a lot of new things coming. He had never been part of a heat before, had never coordinated working with other lovers, and thus far hadn’t been chilled out enough to get in actual practice with everyone involved.

“I still think we should do a trial run.”

I wasn’t really worried about him having performance anxiety because Callie’s heat pheromones would definitely take care of that part, but we couldn’t be tripping over one another on stage.

“You know I’ve watched you guys fuck dozens of omegas. I know how your system works.”

Callie popped her head into the courtyard, where Miles and I had been going over some of the plans for her upcoming heat. She had been showing subtle signs of preheat for the last week, but I still hadn’t been sure if it was that or if the entire house had simply settled to a point where she was extra comfortable now that the entirety of the pack was on board with building relationships with her.

Every time I tried to pick apart what I was feeling through the bond from her, I was never able to come to any definitive conclusions. Maybe she wasn’t certain herself. We had all come to understand that she had probably never actually felt safe before. Watching her blossom over the last few weeks since returning with Miles had been a special treat.

Callie came straight over to me and plunked herself down on my lap, nuzzling right up under my chin with a contented purr and a cloud of candied apple.

“Hello to you too.” I kissed at the top of her head and wrapped her securely in my arms even though it was still August in Vegas and plenty hot.

“I got lonely. Amir and Diego had the audacity to run errands.”

“Well, we can’t have a lonely omega in the house.”

She reached a grabby hand toward Miles and he dragged his lounge chair closer so she could stretch her feet across his lap and link fingers with him. “What’re you guys talking about?”

“You.”

She popped her head up with a pout.

“We’re just making sure we’re ready for your heat. Nothing bad,” I promised.

“Okay.” She snuggled back down.

My scent on her skin grew subtly stronger each day we got closer to her heat, tweaking her candied apple to be more like a fresh-baked apple pie. It eased any worries I might have had about the others going into a rut during her heat. At the very least I would be able to intervene as necessary since they were very unlikely to register me as a foreign scent with the way mine clung to Callie because of our bond.

“You smell good enough to eat, little dove.”

She tilted her head just enough to nip at my throat. “I’m not the only one.”

Miles watched the two of us with longing in his gaze.

“I think your other alpha might be feeling a bit lonely, too.”

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