Page 29 of Sweet Heat

“What are you doing here?” I ask, confused when I don’t see Owen. “Where’s my big brother?”

Miller’s eyes rake down my body, acting like ghost fingers, sliding down my cheeks, pausing on my breasts before zeroing in lower. His nostrils flare, and his tongue darts out to wet his lips.

“He’s not coming. You get me this weekend.Just me.” There’s a dark possessiveness in his voice that triggers all my omega instincts. A gasp flies from my mouth as my nipples pucker and slick soaks my panties.

Miller’s grin turns savage, like a predator catching the scent of his favorite prey, and he looks at me like he’s about to devour me in one bite.

Please bite…

Chapter Sixteen

My pulse pounds in my ears, the scent of cotton candy thick in the air. So sweet, so decadent.

Mine.

The roaring need in my veins is nearly impossible to quell, a drug I want more of. I’m ready to swan dive between those glorious thighs and never come up for air. The other girls wander away into the den; their voices fade completely, and all I can see is her. Posie stares at me, her mouth slightly open as if surprised by my words. Her glossy brown hair is trussed up in a messy bun, and she’s wearing the cutest pajamas with little hearts all over the pants. A tank top barely covers her breasts, and that’s just fine with me.

One little pull…

Posie’s friends come back into the hallway, and I can’t help the growl that rumbles from my chest. It’s animalistic, completely uncivilized. But if they don’t leave soon, I won’t be responsible for what they see.

“Time to go, ladies,” I snap, causing fire to shoot from Emma’s eyes. She meets my stare for longer than a beta should be able to but ultimately cedes to my dominance. Mari, far more passive, is already gathering her things at lightning speed, ready to flee.

“Posie, it’s up to you if we go or not. He can’t make me do anything,” Emma promises, and the grip on my beast slips. I only get three days alone with my girl, and I’m not planning on sharing a second of it. What we do during those days is completely up to her, but these women have to go.

“No. It’s okay,” Posie says. The scent of her slick punches through me, and I barely contain my groan. A wet spot appears on the leg of her pants, and my already hard cock becomes a steel beam, pitching a tent that’s painfully obvious.

Emma frowns, glancing between the two of us before pulling Posie in for a hug. I growl at the contact, but she just stares me down with a snide grin on her face.

“Your fame won’t save you from me, Pretty Boy,” she dares to throw down, and I snarl in response, stalking forward with my hindbrain clearly in control.

My omega. My omega.

Mari dares to get between us, pulling Emma away and whispering something in her ear that even my superior Alpha hearing can’t pick up. It’s enough to calm the blonde’s mama bear instincts, and it forces her to release my girl and gather her things. She side-eyes me the whole time, but all my focus is on Posie.Her pupils dilate, and her chest heaves as though she’s just run a marathon. Our connection arcs between us like lightning in a storm.

The girls rush out like their asses are on fire, sensing the growing tension between us. I slam the door behind them, locking it before prowling toward my sweet Puff. Her breathing hitches, and her scent deepens with desire. Without the blockers, I catch every emotional fluctuation. I can’t wait until we’re bonded so she’ll live inside my chest.

“Did your phone break?” I ask, advancing toward her. She swallows hard but shakes her head, walking backward until she presses against the wall. Her throat convulses, the pulse point at her collarbone fluttering. My teeth ache.

Bite. Claim. Mine.

“So, you’ve been ignoring me?” I growl, reaching to run my thumb across her lips. They part with a quick burst of air against my finger, but she says nothing. Nodding again.

“Did you think you could get away with hiding from me?” The hold on my base instincts is tenuous at best, and I shake, maintaining my stranglehold on the beast within. Her body calls to me, the need pulsing in the room, demanding I care for my omega.

“W-where’s Owen? Is he okay?” She rasps, her voice thick.

“He’s fine,” I croon, getting closer. We’re mere inches apart, and her sweet breath hitches. Posie squirms, and a fresh burst of her slick perfumes the air between us, causing my cock to leak. “He went to see an omega through her heat.”

“You didn’t want to go, too?” Her eyes peer up at me, vulnerability shining through. Posie’s body sways toward mine, pulledby an invisible magnet she’s never quite understood. It’s like her heart recognizes me, but her anosmia stops her brain from catching up.

It’s time she figures it out.

“No. There’s only one omega Ieverwant to see through her heat,” I murmur in her ear, bending forward to rub my cheek against hers, mingling our scents. It’s smooth, so smooth, and I run my nose along her throat until I reach the spot where her collarbones connect, the place where her scent is strongest.

I’ve never been this close to paradise before, and I never want to leave. The need to touch her, taste her, consume her grows more powerful. Giving into my instincts, I lave my tongue against the delicate column of her neck, letting out a rumbling purr when goosebumps explode along her flesh. She shivers below me, and I press my body against hers, sandwiching her between me and the wall. For a moment, I wonder if she’ll protest or fight, but the exact opposite happens.

All the stress leeches from her body, and she drops her head to the side, allowing me better access to nip and suck at her sweet, sweet skin. Moaning and writhing against my assault, she spreads her legs, allowing the scent of her slick to swirl through the room. A tornado of need and lust.

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