Page 68 of Sweet Heat

Posie’s pussy flutters around my thumb, trying to suck it in like a knot, and her gentle sigh helps to calm my inner beast.

She’s here. She’s safe.

But she almost wasn’t.

My heart is pounding like a runaway train headed for a collision, and the stress, coupled with Posie’s heat pheromones, has me one step away from going fully feral. I kick the door open and walk through the dark mansion, careful not to step on anything that could send us tumbling.

I can’t wait to see her reaction to this place, but now’s not the time for a tour. Her pained whimpers lash my soul,each one cutting me from the inside out. Unhappiness is a feeling I want to banish from her life forever.

“Almost there, baby,” I croon, a purr rising from my throat once more. Settling against my chest, she presses her ear against the rumble and, to my great surprise, starts purring herself. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever heard before, but it is music to my ears, knitting something together inside me that is soul-deep.

The inky darkness of the house presses in around us, making it feel like the world has been abandoned and we’re the only ones left. Silent, besides our joint purrs, the house stands witness to the culmination of everything I’ve ever hoped for.

My cock is rock hard and has been since Posie perfumed so prettily for me. The glorious torture of watching her get herself off in the rearview mirror was almost more than I could bear, but here we are, only a few steps until we reach the nest I built for her, lying dormant all this time, just waiting for this moment.

With a deep breath, I open the door and pull my finger from her slick center before letting Posie slip down my body. Each curve caresses my hard muscles. The heat from her skin sears through the clothing keeping us apart, and I can’t wait to rip each stitch off, leaving it discarded in a pile on the floor.

“W-Where are we?” she asks, and rather than answer, I flip on the light switch. She gasps, taking in her suite. At the very front, there’s a cozy navy-blue couch, a wood table, and a mini-fridge, but it’s the curtains at the back that draw her focus. Iridescent gauze hangs, shimmering in the low lighting. Posie slips off her shoes before going to explore. She pulls back the film and squeals in excitement because, hidden behind it, is an enormous sunken nest. A large, round, waterproof mattress is a few steps down,and the ceiling is low and curved, like the dome architecture she has saved on her nest inspiration boards. “Oh, my God. My dream nest…”

There are still so many secrets this room has in store, and I can’t wait for her to find each one. But her scent bursts with desire and need. Now is not the time to surprise her with all the ways I’ve stalked my Puff to make her dreams come true.

“I…” She trails off at an obvious loss for words, but when she doubles over with a cramp, it’s clear we need to move this along.

Knots and nests.

“There are blankets, sheets, and pillows you might like over here.” I step forward, place my hand on the small of her back, and guide her to the giant closet I had built. Even the small touch makes my cock leak, and I unbutton my pants to give it some breathing room. Can’t start a heat with chafing. That would be a disaster.

“It’s like a store in here,” she crows, running forward excitedly to touch and grab as many soft materials as possible. Dark blues and jewel-toned purples pile up in her arms, and I shuffle forward, offering to carry them.

“Yes. I want them to smell like you but don’t do anything. Just put them in the middle and get out,” she demands with her nose wrinkled. The freckles twist into little patterns, and I’m struck all over by how freaking stunning she is.

And mine.

“What are you looking at? Go!” So feisty. “And put your clothes in the pile,” she shouts at my back as I shuffle out to do as I’m told.

For the next fifteen minutes, Posie is a blur of frantic activity while I stand helplessly by the side of the nest with my aching cock bobbing in the wind. I want to make myself useful, going to gather drinks and snacks to bring up to the mini-fridge, but every time I so much as move, she snarls at me to stay put, and there’s no way I’ll dare upset my omega. The most I’ve managed was a quick text to the housekeeper to make sure she doesn’t enter the nest area and leaves us some quick, ready-to-eat meals at the door. I have a feeling we’re in for quite the heat.

And I can’t wait.

“Nearly done,” Posie announces, her voice a singsong. “What do you think?”

Stepping forward, I peer into the darkened space, my eyes taking a moment to adjust. Walls of pillows surround a large circular opening, covered in mounds and mounds of soft fabrics. It looks like somewhere I could happily spend the rest of my life.

“It’s perfect, Puff. Just like you. You’ve made a beautiful nest, omega,” I praise her, loving the flush that crawls up her neck. My girl has a bit of a praise kink.

“Something is missing,” she whispers, twisting the hem of her dress violently. The material’s clearly annoying her, but I don’t want to push. Knowing my omega the way I do, I reach for the button on the wall that’ll turn on the fairy lights and give it a hard flick.

“Oh! Oh!” She bounces over to me excitedly and starts cycling through the different settings until she finds the one that looks like sparkling stars in the night sky. A long sigh of relief blows through her. “That’s just right.”

Then, with a strangled whimper, she tears at the dress, the material finally becoming too irritating to bear. It digs into her shoulders as she pulls, making red lines against her smooth skin, and her scent turns stressed.

Can’t have that.

“Omega, stop.” Glad to be of use, finally, I turn her around, place a tender kiss on her shoulder, and unzip the back of the dress. The material slides down her arms and floats to the floor like a whisper in the wind. Posie allows her head to roll back and rest on my shoulder so I can care for her. And I do, popping the clasp on her bra and letting it fall before shimmying her panties off as well.

The second I do, the full potency of her scent slams into me. Her lust and need bring mine back to the forefront, and I simply can’t wait another second.Shecan’t wait another second.

Posie’s skin is an inferno, soaring higher with every wasted second.

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