Page 26 of Choosing Me

I nip at his bottom lip. “My heat is coming soon.”

Wilson raises his brow. “I didn’t hear a question.”

“Fucker,” I murmur with a smirk. “Would you be interested in sharing my heat with me?”

I can feel the way Wilson’s cock twitches from where I’m currently sitting on it. That’s answer enough but I wait for him to use his words. “I mean,” he starts to say, pausing to clear his throat. “I wouldn’t necessarilyhatethat idea.”

I smack his chest. “Fine, never mind!”

“No, no, no you don’t,” he says, flipping me over onto my back, my hair an absolute mess at this point from our wrestling back and forth. He blows a raspberry against my cheek. “My answer is hell yes. I’d love that, but only if you’re sure.”

“I’m sure,” I say, looking up into Wilson’s pretty brown eyes. “I trust you. I should warn you I might say shit likeput a baby in meandI need you to bite me, but that’s just, you know, my heat-addled brain being kinky.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you and still respect you in the morning.”

“Why the fuck do I love you again?”

Wilson snorts. “Because I give as good as I get?”

“Yeah, that must be it,” I murmur under my breath, my chest fluttering as I kiss him again.

Sweat drips down the side of my head, the sound of my feet hitting the pavement the only thing audible over my heavy breathing and racing heart. I push myself harder until my legs and my lungs areaching. I can see Wilson’s driveway in the distance and I keep going, forcing myself into a full sprint as I near my finish line.

My heat is on the very cusp of starting and I can already feel it under my skin. Running has always helped somehow, tiring out my body and letting me stay out of the lustful fog threatening to drag me under. I feel desperate and eager and buzzing with energy all at once and I do my best to redirect that energy into pushing my body just a little bit harder, taking back control. I like being in control, even within my heat so I’ve learned ways of sating myself so I don’t get overwhelmed.

I get to Wilson’s front door, stopping to put my hands behind my head and trying to catch my breath. I suck in sharp breaths over and over, my heart practically tattooing itself against the inside of my ribs with how hard it’s working. I know I must smell like I’m in heat and I’m thankful it’s so early barely anyone has started their day. The last thing I need is tempting some random alpha into chasing me to Wilson’s house. Though, I wonder how Wilson would react to something like that. Fuck, I bet he’d be so sexy getting all growly and territorial.

“Shit,” I murmur to myself, chastising myself for the errant thought. I don’t need my alpha growling at other alphas, damn it! Even if the thoughtiskinda hot.

I put my arms down, pulling the collar of my shirt away from my body as I push through the door. I kick off my shoes, smiling to myself as the boys walk over to me, rubbing themselves against my legs and meowing to me in greeting. I lean down to give them both a scratch before standing back up. I do a few squats, sighing as my muscles all stretch and pull in the most perfect way. My body feels pleasantly exhausted.

“Oh, honey,” I call out as I walk through Wilson’s house, my voice comically sweet. “I’m home.”

“I’m still where you left me,” Wilson says from his bedroom. I bite my bottom lip as his voice washes over me. Desperation is already clawing up my throat. IneedWilson. The sooner I can have him the better.

My steps pick up speed and a buzzing starts under my skin. My scent is overwhelming in my own nose, my sense of smell going into overdrive as my heat truly begins. As I step into Wilson’s room, I freeze, taking a moment to close my eyes and breathe in the room. My mouth waters as warm bread fills my nose. My inner omega is whining inside of me, practically salivating for Wilson’s knot, begging for him to bend us over and take us over and over and over again. I tell him to shut the fuck up and let me handle this.

Wilson’s dark skin is on display, the sheet just barely covering his hips. I lick my lips as I take in his toned body. Fuck, my boyfriend is so fucking hot.

Wilson’s nostrils flair, taking in the scent of my heat. His eyes widen, growing glassy right before my eyes and I can see the way his cock is hardening below the sheet. I cannot wait to have that inside of me, stretching me and filling me the way I want so desperately.

“Fuck,” I hiss out as I quickly pull my clothes off, using my shirt to wipe my sweaty face as best as I can before tossing it onto the floor. I needoutof these clothes. Despite the way they were comfortable just a moment ago, they feel restricting and scratchy now that my heat is officially here. I can worry about picking up after myself later, right now my brain and my cock are on a mission.

“God,” Wilson murmurs, his eyes getting wider the closer I get to him. “You smell fucking amazing.”

“Good enough to eat?”

Wilson nods his head. “Fuck yeah.”

I pull the ropes I’d left here last night off of the dresser, swinging it around my finger as I go. Wilson’s breath hitches and I smile, knowing it must look borderline feral at the moment. My body is a live wire,achingto be touched. Soon, I promise myself as I get onto Wilson’s lap.

“Hand above your head, please.”

Wilson does as I ask without hesitation and that somehow just proves to make me wetter. Fuck, he’s so perfect for me. I bet he would make such a good alpha for me. I bet I would look so nice with his bite across my neck.

I shake my head, focusing on the task at hand. I wrap the ropes carefully around his forearms, tying his palms together and then shoving them over his head by the headboard. “Keep your hands there, please.”

“I can do that.”

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