Page 41 of Sweet Heat

“Fuck yes!” Miller whoops, bouncing on the bed and using my hair to twist my face up before capturing my lips. The kiss is filthy and all-consuming, possessive and demanding. “Thank God you finally know.”

He peppers my face with more kisses, and my sluggish brain works overtime to catch up.

I press my hands against his hard abs, pushing back to force a bit of space between us. “Wait… it’s true?”

“Yes!” Miller’s infectious smile is brighter than the sun, freeing the dark shadows inside me. A matching grin spreads across my face, and my heart lights up. “I’ve wanted to tell you for the longest time. I just didn’t know how to make you believe me.”

And just like that, his confession sucks all the oxygen out of the room…

What the fuck?

Chapter Twenty-Two

“You already know?” Posie’s chocolate-brown eyes widen, and her breathing becomes shallow as she pushes me away. My Alpha demands I hold on and not let go, so my arms tighten, keeping all her fuckable curves tucked against me. Her gorgeous skin pales, and I know I’ve fucked up. Big time.

And she doesn’t even know about the stalking.

There’s no hiding now—I can only hope the instinctual pull between us is enough to have her overlooking my keeping this from her for the last seven years. It was always a risk—but I still think it was the only choice I had, given the situation.

“I’ve known since the accident,” I confess, allowing the admission to flow freely. There’s no hiding now. “But I didn’t know what to do about it. You were too young, and everything was all wrong. It was so confusing and fucked up. My parents had just died…”

She shoves against me again, wriggling, her body begging for space. Gritting my teeth so hard that pain shoots through my jaw, I finally coax my arms open, allowing her to slide off my lap. She moves to stand, but I grip her thighs to keep her next to me. Smooth, silky skin heats under my palm, and my flaccid cock perks up, noting how amazing our mate is and wondering why we don’t fuck it out instead of talking.

Bad idea? Or…

Posie’s lip trembles beneath her teeth, her eyes going blank as she relives every detail of what she thought she knew. Her silence is deafening, and my palms become slippery as I wait for the condemnation.

“Is that why you always fled from every room I entered?” she asks in a monotone, as though in a daze. “I thought it was because you couldn’t bear the sight of the person who killed your parents.”

Fuck it all to hell. Her sweet scent turns bitter, and I ache to soothe the pain away. How many little hurts did I create just trying to survive?

“No, Puff. I swear on my life I’ve never blamed you.”

The loud slamming of a door outside, combined with masculine shouts, startles me, and my head whips toward the window.

“Was that Owen’s voice?” Posie asks, hysteria rising. She yanks her leg away, rushing to the front-facing window in her room.It’s covered with blackout curtains, but she shoves them aside. They flutter silently around her when they fall back down. Her long hair is a mess, tumbling in waves down her back that just skim the top of her juicy ass.

Another door slams, and she spins away, looking like a wild animal backed into a corner.

“My brother and his pack are here,” she hisses, causing my blood to pump faster. There’s so much we need to talk about to clear the air and move forward into our forever.

“Shit. What the fuck are they doing here? We’re supposed to have two more days,” I snarl, fury building in my belly. They were supposed to be hours away. “It’s fine. We can head to my apartment.”

“What? No,” she squeaks, rushing into the bathroom. She sprints back out, a gloss of sweat shining on her ample chest, wielding a can of de-scenter spray. The button depresses with a loud squeal, sending a liberal mist into the air. “You need to go back to your room. They can’t know.”

And fuck it all, she’s right. My best friend can’t find me in his sister’s bedroom. If I go to him and talk it out, maybe I’ll be able to save our relationship—but finding me here, cock flapping in the wind with his barely dressed baby sister, that’s the road to hell.

“Shit.” With a last glance at my beautiful mate, I leap from the bed and sprint into the room across the hallway. Without stopping, I spring onto the bed and wrestle with the blanket, yanking it over my shoulders just as the front door opens with a bang.

My heart races, and my breathing comes in rapid pants as I slam my eyes shut and pretend I don’t want to run right back into Posie’s room and claim her for all to see.

“Shhhhh, be quiet, you fool. They’re probably still asleep.” Owen’s irritation floats up the stairs.

“Should we wake Miller and let him know he’s off babysitting duty?” Damien asks, and I bare my teeth even though they can’t see me. Nothing’s making me leave her side. It’s too late now—I’ve let my Alpha out. We won’t be satisfied until Posie bears my mark.

“Nah. Let them sleep. Let’s start some coffee,” Crimson chimes in, his voice growing softer as they walk deeper into the house. “I wish Niko had come home with us.”

Their footsteps fade, and I take a few deep breaths to steady myself. Straining my ears, I listen for any movement across the hall, but there’s nothing, just the faint metallic fragrance of the de-scenting mist. Sighing with frustration, I sit up, more confused than ever.

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