Page 53 of Sweet Heat

At this rate, we’ll stay locked together till morning.

A dark thrill rushes through me. Sleeping inside her, having her warm my cock all through the night. I’d never realized that was a kink of mine before, but lying here, I can’t imagine resting without being inside her molten heat.

Buzzing jolts me from my musings, and I glance over as one of our phones shimmies on the table. Posie makes a little noise, and my adrenaline spikes, not wanting anything to ruin this perfect moment. I lean over her to grab and silence it, but it’s just a little too far.

Shit.What to do?

I don’t want the phone to wake her, but my knot is still very much inflated and locked in her perfect cunt. Lowering my hand, I press her belly to keep her hips close to mine, making sure my knot won’t tug at her perfect cunt. Then, with painful slowness, I nudge us a few inches closer to the table, scooting along the sheets as the vibrations begin again.

Whoever’s interrupting this has made my fucking list.

Stretching, the muscles in my back protest, but I keep going, pushing through until my fingertips just barely graze the smooth metal. I’m careful to keep my hips still as I use my fingernail to drag it closer.

Almost…

Almost…

Got it.

Sighing in relief, I lay back down, using my thumb to open the screen. It’s Posie’s phone, and as soon as it lights up with a picture of her and her friends on the home screen, I can’t help but smile. Those girls are frustratingly protective at times, but there’s no doubting their loyalty. Another message comes through, and I see it’s from Owen, but the words are hidden.

However, I don’t need to read it to know exactly what it’s going to say—he wants to know where my girl is. The time on the screen lets me know that it’s way past her curfew, and I’m filled with indecision.

My inner Alpha wants to call him and claim her—tell her family that curfews and keeping tabs on Posie are a thing of the past. Yet, another part of me wants to do this right. To call her dad, declare my intentions, and ask for his permission to court her.

I know that gesture would mean a lot to the Moore men. And despite it being an archaic custom, I need them to know that this is serious for me. That Posie isn’tsomegirl—she’sthegirl. My omega, my universe.

The phone buzzes again, and Posie mutters something intelligible in her sleep, shifting away from me and causing a painful tug around my knot. I hiss and move with her, bringing the phone to her face to grant myself access.

It pops open, and my eyes bug out at all the red notification tags. The email one is in the thousands, and it makes my eye twitch, but I do my best to refocus.

Let Owen know you’re fine and not coming home tonight.

If she wants me to take her home when she wakes up, I will. I’d do anything at her request, but I don’t need Owen trying to hunt her down. Especially not before I talk to Willie.

Poking at the message app, I click on his name and leave the rest alone, even though the urge to clear them all is strong enough to set my teeth on edge.

Owen

We’re downstairs. Wake up.

Are you not going to come down and say hello? Don’t be mad that I sent Miller.

Niko’s here. I know he’s your favorite, so now you need to come andsay hi.

Where the fuck are you? I just checked and you’re not in your room.

It’s past curfew. Don’t make me call our parents.

The latest one was only a few minutes earlier, and my blood whooshes in my ears. Unsure what she would want me to do, I take a long shot and answer.

Posie

I’m safe. Don’t worry. Sleeping at a friend's. Will see you soon.

While it’s obviously not true, it’s got enough information to stop Owen from ruining his parents’ vacation. And all the important parts are there. I’ll protect the sleeping omega with my life. She’s safely snuggled in my arms, so there’s really nothing to worry anyone over.

He replies with a thumbs-up emoji, and I’m a bit surprised that there wasn’t more pushback, but then again, his pack is dealing with a world of shit. Poor Niko.

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