Page 60 of Sweet Heat

“And Posie—you have so much more than physical beauty. Looks fade, we grow old, accidents happen. What you have is so much deeper than your gorgeous exterior.” Histhumb finds my clit, rubbing it in slow circles that have pleasure building between my thighs.

“I don’t,” I whine, wiggling my hips, seeking the glorious friction only Miller can provide.

“You’re kind,” he says, fingers picking up speed.

“You’re loyal.” Faster.

“You’re talented and driven.” He adds pressure that has me moaning.

“And most of all, you’re home.” With a pinch to my clit, my eyes roll back in my head, and I detonate like a bomb. My pussy clamps down, gushing around his thick cock, and an animalistic scream splits the air.

Falling forward, I ride the waves, pressing my face into his neck and gulping in the hope of even the faintest whiff of his cinnamon sugar.

It happens. For a second, the scent of churro surrounds me, filling my nose and making every single nerve in my body light up.

“More. Knot, Alpha,” I babble, finally willing myself to let go. To open my heart and my mind to the possibility of forever.

“Anything you wish,” he grunts, eyes darkening with excitement. “Ride me, my perfect mate.”

Guiding my hips, he lifts me, thrusting hard enough to make me see stars.

And I do.

Chapter Thirty-Two

“Puff, you feel a little warm. Are you sure you want to go to class today?” I ask for the thousandth time, worry gnawing holes in the lining of my stomach. Posie smells extra sweet, extra delicious, and that can only mean that her heat is getting closer. Or, at the very least, another spike. She’s already had several, and it makes sense that our closeness and sexcapades might trigger something. She’s been able to smell me more often as well, which means a heavier dose of Alpha pheromones in her system thanever before.

Pacing back and forth across the kitchen floor like a caged lion, I can’t let it go. I need something to do. Something to help me relax. Posie watches me, her brows drawn in concern. Thankfully, she’s not frustrated. My sweet omega.

The last thing I want is to be far away when she needs me—or worse, for her to be in public, where someone might use her vulnerability to their advantage.

“I feel fine, Miller. Don’t worry. There’s just my test, then I’m going to that carnival with Mari and Emma,” she reminds me, making my anxiety rachet even higher.

The toaster pops, and I grab the two slices of sourdough bread, slather them in butter and grape jam, then bring breakfast to my omega. Preparing food for her soothes my Alpha, making me happy to provide even the simplest of things for her. I had offered to make her an extravagant breakfast, but this was all she wanted. Posie hums, thanking me shyly before taking a crunchy bite. Her little white teeth flash, tearing into the bread, and even that’s somehow sexy.

“What time is the carnival again?” I ask, wondering if I can meet her there. I have practice today; then some stupid photoshoot for apparel that all the Feral Feckers need to do. It’ll probably be a late night, but the thought of her out at a crowded carnival without me to protect her feels like the worst idea.

Maybe I can get out of the shoot.

“Ummm. Seven? I think,” she says, looking off into the distance as she tries to remember. “I can double-check and text you.”

“I’ll be finishing up around then…” I trail off, hoping she’ll invite me to come along. She hasn’t had much time with her girls lately since I’ve been a needy fucker. And while I don’t want to appear controlling, I still want to be with her every second of every day.

“Do you want to join us? I think it’s just a silly little fair, but it should be fun.” She smiles at me and it’s like the sun breaking through the clouds.

“A chance to make out with you on the Ferris wheel? I’m in,” I say, sharing one of my many fantasies. A shiver works its way down her body, goosebumps popping, and I chuckle at the little burst of her perfume that spikes in the room.

Guess she’s just as dirty as me.

My cock hardens immediately, and I reach down to adjust myself, brushing my hand against something hard in my pocket. Reaching inside, my fingers graze the metal key, and I pull it out, placing it in my palm and offering it to her.

“What’s that?” Posie asks, eyes widening.

“I meant to give it to you last night, but we got distracted,” I laugh sheepishly. Slowly she reaches out, plucking it out of my hand and inspecting it with a confused grimace.

“It’s a key to the apartment,” I forge on. “This place is as much yours as it is mine. You’re welcome here. Always. And whenever you’re ready to move your stuff in, I’m happy to collect it and make this thing permanent.”

Her mouth falls open. She stares at me with wide eyes, processing her surprise. For the life of me, I can’t understand her shock, but then again, I need to remember that I’ve spent years fixated on her, not the other way around.

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