Page 66 of Sweet Heat

“I suggest you get your filthy hands off my mate.”

“Your what? No, I’m the one dating her,” he explains, backing up as I advance. For a second, it seems like Alex is going to let her go, but then he takes a deep sniff of her scent, and his pupils blow wide.

Fuck.

Posie whimpers, her eyes locked on me. But the trust and love mirrored in her gaze gives me strength.

A wall of her cotton candy scent burst through the area—sickly sweet and calling to the depths of my soul.

Heat. Omega. Mine.

A feral haze obliterates any diplomacy and tact I want to use.

Someone is touching my omega. Someone is dead.

Lunging forward, I grab the hand around Posie’s throat with a wild roar. Wrenching it, I break his hold, loving how the tendons snap and pop.

Break hands that touch.

She darts out of his hold, slipping behind me and fisting the back of my shirt like the perfect omega. Knowing she’s close lets me do what I have to, bringing the metal bat down over and overwith loud thumps until the threat’s neutralized. Bleeding and broken on the ground. He moans but doesn’t try to get up again. I debate ending him right here, but a whimper has me snapping back to my Puff.

Posie’s scent deepens, pulling notes of vanilla and cherries—the tastiest treat—and it thickens. All my Alpha instincts go on high alert, knowing she’s on the edge—her pheromones calling to every unmated Alpha in the vicinity.

“Miller,” she whines, so full of omega power that nearly brings me to my knees, ready to worship at the altar of her pussy. “I need you.”

Reaching backward, I snag her hand and lead her to my front. She presses into me, sniffing hard and then smiling as though my scent is coming through loud and clear.

“I need you too, my love.” With one hand still holding the bat, I use the other to tilt her chin up to see her luminous eyes when I claim her lips. They shine in the carnival lights, blowing wide at the first slide of our tongues.

The connection is instant, just as it always has been, the golden thread tying us tighter and tighter together. Our bond is already shining, and by the end of the night, it’ll be permanent.

She’ll be wearing my bite.

Chapter Thirty-Five

Miller’s kiss consumes me, his churro flavor filling my mouth, and the instincts I’ve been fighting explode. Engulfing me in a fiery inferno of pain and need.

My mate is here—protecting me, loving me, caring for me—and now there’s no holding back my heat. Slick gushes from my pussy, soaking through my thick panties and covering my thighs as a needy whimper pulls from my chest.

“Alpha,” I sigh, throwing my arms around his neck and climbing him like a tree. A sense of protection wraps around me like a cloak, allowing me to surrender to this moment, to stop being strong and just be.

“I’ve got you, Puff. I’ve got you,” he murmurs against my hair, sliding one arm under my rump and using the other to wield aheavy baseball bat. A soft purr begins in Miller’s chest, vibrating away my stress, and I surrender to it. Calming just from his nearness. “We’re getting out of here.”

Miller’s dark hair is slicked back with way too much product, and he has a thick layer of makeup on from the photoshoot, which my omega takes extreme offense to. But it’s still my favorite face, even if I want to wipe it all off to make him look like the man I know.

“Nice makeup,” I tease, rubbing at it with the sleeve of my coat while snuggled tightly in his embrace. A rumbly growl bursts from him, and I tuck into his neck as he carries me out of the carnival. Others approach, but Miller wards them off with deep growls and harsh smacks of the bat, all the while purring for me any time I get restless.

The metal hits the flesh of anyone who dares to get close to us, leaving a trail of pain in our wake.

I know we must look unhinged to the festival goers—and it doesn’t matter one bit. The need to get out of here, to tear off these too-tight clothes and sink into a soft pile of blankets is all-consuming.

Nest. Need nest.

The second the thought bubbles up, my brain latches onto it, chanting in my head so loudly that it turns into a roar.

“I know, Puff. I know. I hoped we would have more time so you could put all your touches on it. But I have one for you,” Miller promises. I hadn’t realized I was saying the words out loud, but his answer is what I need.

A loud beeping makes me jump, and before I know it, Miller slides me into the back seat of his SUV. He quickly buckles me in, slams the door, and jumps into the driver’s seat.

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