Page 63 of Rescue Me

"I just want you," I respond, my voice thick with desire. "And I want to show you how much."

Without waiting for her response, I continue my descent, my lips traveling down her chest, pausing briefly to pay homage to her breasts. She wore the large shirt she favors for bed and I’m instantly grateful for the ease of access it provides. I drop to my knees, humming with anticipation of tasting my Alpha. My hands slide beneath her shirt and settle around her waist, pulling her closer as my lips find the sensitive skin just above her navel.

Zana's breath hitches, her body arching slightly as my kisses dip lower. "Reid, wait," she whispers, but she’s not actually telling me to stop. “You don’t have to do this, baby.”

I’m not stopping. Not now, not when I’ve dreamed of this moment for so long. I want to taste her, to explore every inch of her with my lips and tongue. "I've been thinking about this," I murmur against her skin. "Wanting more. Wanting you."

My hands slid down her thighs, gently urging her to spread her legs. I want to give her pleasure, to show her how much I adore her, respect her,love her. I glance up at her, her eyes wide, a mixture of surprise and desire reflecting in their depths.

“You're so beautiful," I murmur, kissing a little farther south, just above her pussy.

Zana's eyes flutter shut, her body surrendering to my touch. I lean in, my tongue tracing a path along her sensitive flesh, starting with slow, deliberate strokes. I want to savor every moment, to make her feel cherished.

She grips my shoulders, her fingernails digging into my skin as I continue my exploration, her body trembling with each touch. Her moans fill the kitchen, soft and urgent, spurring me on. I increase my pace, my tongue moving with purpose, fucking her with it as I taste her sweet essence.

Zana's legs began to shake, her body tensing as her orgasm nears. I hold her steady, my hands on her hips, my tongue relentless in its pursuit of her pleasure. With a final, desperate moan, she comes, her release flooding my face, her essence intoxicating.

I look up at her, my eyes sparkling with satisfaction as I lick my lips, savoring her taste. Zana's cheeks are flushed, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. Then she reaches down, pulling me to my feet, before smashing her lips to mine, her hands tangling in my hair.

I moan into her mouth, my body still humming with desire. My cock is thick and full in my pants but watching her fall apart on my tongue is enough for me. When she finally pulls away, her eyes are dark with desire, a mixture of love and happiness in her expression. “I think you’ve been very persuasive, Reid. Time for bed?”

A laugh tears from my throat as I step back and offer my hand, Zana grabbing it as I lead her to the main nest. Ethan is still half-asleep, his eyes half-lidded as we slip into the nest. Ethan makes room for us, Zana moving to lay in the middle as I find comfort against her other side.

Ethan leans over for a kiss, his entire face lighting up. “Oh, you taste like our Alpha.”

“She tastes divine,” I purr, Ethan greedily stealing my lips for more kisses.

A month ago, if someone had asked me where I saw myself, it wouldn’t be here, with mates of my own. And now, I can’t imagine a different path, one that didn’t contain Ethan and Zana in my life. When Ethan has finally had enough of me, I turn to Zana, loving the way her hair fans out around her. “You rescued me. Both of you did. I’m not sure where I would be right now if I was still in that house. I love you so goddamn much, Alpha. Ethan, I love you too. Fuck, I’m in love with both of you.”

Zana drowns me in another kiss as Ethan, the ever-loving Omega that he is, has to ruin it.

“Fucking finally!”

Chapter thirty-eight

A MONTH LATER

REID

The smell of scorched batter is the first thing that hits me when I walk into the kitchen, mug in hand and a vague hope that caffeine will wake me up enough to deal with whatever chaos Ethan is currently orchestrating. And, oh, there’s chaos. Flour is dusted across every surface like fresh-fallen snow, a half-empty carton of milk teeters dangerously on the counter’s edge, and Ethan—my beautiful, relentless Omega—is standing in the middle of it all like a whirlwind in human form.

“Today’s the day!” he announces, wielding a whisk like it’s Excalibur. His hair’s a mess, there’s a smudge of batter on his cheek, and his apron is crooked. “I can feel it. This is the day I perfect the pancakes.”

I sip my coffee slowly, leaning against the counter as I watch him fling himself into his mission with the same manic energy he applies to everything. “It’s been two weeks, Tahn,” I point out. “I’m not sure you can call this a ‘day’ thing anymore.”

“Details,” Ethan snaps, shoving a hand into a bag of sugar like it personally wronged him. “The diner closed, Reid. Thepancakes.They’re gone forever. Someone has to step up and that someone is me.”

I hum around my coffee, amused as I watch him measure out ingredients with military precision before immediately upending the bowl onto the counter. “You sure you don’t want me to help?”

“No!” Ethan whirls on me, his eyes wild. “This is my sacred duty. It has to be perfect. If I can’t do this, how are we supposed to get married?”

The mug freezes halfway to my lips and I blink at him. “I’m sorry, what?”

Before Ethan can answer, Zana stumbles into the kitchen, rubbing her eyes. She looks like she just rolled out of bed—her hair is mussed and her shirt is barely buttoned, showing off my favorite part of her. She spots me standing there like I’ve just witnessed a revelation and snatches my coffee right out of my hands, taking a long sip.

“What did I miss?” she asks, her voice scratchy from sleep.

I point at Ethan, who’s muttering about baking powder ratios and how “this better fucking work.” “I think he just proposed. But, uh, I’m not sure who to.”

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