It made me chuckle. Some hate structure, but you can’t deny that it’s helpful.
Without thinking, I raised my hand to my forehead in a casual salute, turned, and headed upstairs.
My omega was waiting for me.
As soon as I opened the door, the scent of his heat hit me with full force. I’d been catching whiffs of it all day in small doses, but now that the first wave had passed, it had intensified to a level that was impossible to ignore.
The scent of heat was easy for me to detect, but not his pheromones—though soon, that would change. I was excited that I no longer needed the suppressants and that I wouldn’t have to take them tonight. Within the next two days, they would be out of my system, and I could finally enjoy the scent of River’s Allure.
River. His eyes were on me.
My True Mate was completely naked, sitting in the middle of the nest he’d built at impressive speed—yet somehow, it looked almost professionally made.
It was a mix of several of my sweaters and hoodies, a few colorful ribbons, and pillows he’d gathered, big enough for both of us to fit comfortably. My eyes drifted back to River.
He looked sexy. His long red hair cascaded down to his hips in thick, shiny waves. His skin was smooth, almost pearlescent, like satin. His nipples were a delicate shade of red, and his lips—full and sensual, similar to ripe strawberries.
He was beautiful. And he looked way younger than he actually was.
"Welcome, alpha," he said, dipping his head slightly.
"Welcome, omega."
"Have you come to fill my womb with your seed?"
"Sure, I did."
How well I knew River enjoyed this little ritual, this unspoken energy exchange between an alpha and an omega. I couldn’t blame him—I found this playful interaction just as exciting.
"Considering we were just at it an hour ago, I’d say it’s already pretty well filled."
River had a slight smirk on his face, clearly enjoying himself. This coy smile hinted at the heat's growing influence.
"The cramps are intense, alpha. I feel so empty inside, it's unbearable," he whispered, his green-blue eyes fixed on me as if I held the secrets of the universe.
But I wasn't in a hurry.
"After our first kiss, you became the star of my teenage dreams," I confessed, tilting my head. "I imagined countless scenes with you in the lead."
A teasing glint entered River's gaze, accompanied by a hint of embarrassment. "Fantasizing about a married man?"
"Fantasies are free," I smiled. "Nobody judges our thoughts, especially when they bring pleasure."
River slowly raised his hands in a sensual gesture, sliding them along his sides, over his shoulders and his neck, briefly touching his lips. As he surrendered to the grip of the heat, his moral dilemmas were momentarily forgotten.
"What did you imagine doing with me, Archer?" he asked, his voice almost like that of another person. The heat was clearly revealing a whole new side of River—one I fully intended to explore in depth.
"To be honest, it was a lot like your home invasion fantasy. But not in a separate room. I pictured myself sneaking into your bedroom, finding you asleep beside Thomas. You'd be groggy and unaware, and I'd reach for you in the darkness, your body responding to my touch, thinking it was Thomas," I described my vision, my eyes fixed on him.
River's hands slid down to caress his nipples, his mouth slightly open, cheeks flushed as the heat wave intensified its grip.
"I imagined you surrendering to me, sweetly and submissively, believing I was your husband, that it was all legal and acceptable. But it was me, taking you, fucking you," I rasped, my body filled with lust, as the smell of heat intensified.
River moaned softly, his hand moving down to grab his erection, his body begging for release.
"In my fantasy, I spread your legs, your eyes closed in pleasure, and I thrust into your wet, welcoming hole, filling you completely. Thomas lay beside us, oblivious, and I claimed his husband's body as my own."
"Naughty, indeed," River murmured, stroking himself, a drop of pre-cum landing on the sheets. "Could I share my fantasies too?"