Page 31 of Sweet Heat

Gripping her softly rounded hips, I guide my sweet Puff down the wall until I can claim her mouth, licking at the seam. With a content sigh, she opens for me, and I press my advantage, slipping my tongue inside, claiming her.

My heavy cock strains against the front of my pants, and I can’t help but grind it against her sensitive pussy, pleased by the sharp burst of her perfume that saturates the air. She whines deep in her throat, the sensation too much and not enough. But she need not fear. I’ll take care of everything.

I shove my carnal needs back, focusing on her and only her.

We kiss until she’s breathless, her lips swollen and red. And then I reach between our bodies, using the rough pad of my thumb to circle her sensitive clit, playing with her body until it’s strung tighter than a bow.

Breaking our kiss, I lean down to whisper in her ear, “You’re mine forever. Mine to keep. Mine to bond. Mine to bite.”

With a growl, I drop my head to suck hard on her neck before raking my teeth over the spot where she’ll wear my mark. High for everyone to see.

Posie twists her head in submission, allowing me even better access. I clamp down but don’t break the skin.That’s for herheat.Her nipples harden, her clit pulses under my ministrations, her belly tightens, and she moans lustily as she comes again. Overwhelmed by it all.

My own needs come roaring back. Gritting my teeth, I fight the nearly unbearable instinct to whip out my cock and shove it deep inside her hot, wet pussy. I want her saturated in my scent, my seed dripping from her abused hole as I knot her over and over and over. The only thing that maintains my hold on my sanity is taking deep hits of her scent to calm the feral beast and stop my rut from taking over. My hips piston of their own accord, grinding against her.

Stop. Stop. Stop.

The room grows hazy, red tinges the edge of my vision, and my cock grows even harder, straining against the material of my pants. Fighting for control, I twist my head, sink my teeth into my own forearm, and let go.

My knot expands painfully at my base, and ribbons of cum coat the inside of my pants, sticky and not remotely comfortable. But the irritation and post-nut clarity are just what I need to put my Alpha back in his box. I breathe deeply, then drop my forehead against Posie’s.

“You’re such a good girl,” I praise, loving the pink blush that spreads across her cheeks. My sweet girl’s eyes droop with exhaustion, and I swing her bridal style into my arms. She fits against me perfectly, her soft curves filling my palms, pressing against all my hard planes. Most of all, filling all the cold pieces of my heart.

“You don’t need to carry me,” she says, her words slurred as she presses her face into my neck. “I can walk.”

“No,” I growl, tightening my grip.

Soggy and stiff, I make my way toward her bedroom with my pants sticking to my legs. Every move makes a loud, squelching sound, but I ignore it, my mind entirely focused on getting my omega snuggled in some blankets.

We finally make it to her room, and I glance down to see her dozing in my arms. Her mouth is open slightly, her chest rising and falling in rhythm. The fact that she trusts me enough to fall asleep like this hits me square in the chest, filling it with the hope that it won’t be long before we’re mated.

Years of longing, waiting on the sidelines, and keeping her safe from the shadows are finally coming to fruition. Posie’s scent calms, becoming sweeter, the spike leaving as quickly as it came.

It’s now or never. And never isn’t an option.

Glancing around, I decide that her bed is the best option. Though I want to clean her up, rest is the most important thing for an omega after a heat spike, so I pull back her soft blue covers and gently place her onto the mattress.

For a moment, I stand there, watching her sleep and debate whether I should climb in with her. But the mess in my pants makes it clear that cleaning up is necessary, so I surround her with soft blankets until she’s a snug little omega burrito, then head toward her ensuite to shower. Not wanting to go too far from my heart.

Fuck the guest room. My place is here.

Chapter Seventeen

Gasping, I startle awake, my eyes flying open.

What the hell?

The softness of my bed surrounds me, but for a moment, I can’t remember how I got here. My thighs are slippery and damp with slick… then it all comes flooding back.

Shame burns my face, and I pull the covers over my head to hide. Taking stock of my body, I realize I’m completely naked beneath the blankets.

“Damnit, Posie. Why can’t you control yourself around him?” I’m still feeling needy. My pussy aches for Miller’s big Alpha cock, but the haze is better now. It’s receded, leaving only embarrassment in its wake.

I can’t believe my brother’s best friend saw me come. Helped me come.

Stupid, slutty omega brain. I’m mad at her, but, at the same time, I can’t help the amazement that it happened.

“Probably just felt bad for you, like last time,” I mutter, burrowing deeper into the bed until my blanket fort warms to an uncomfortable level. The yearning for fresh air builds, but I don’t know where Miller went, and I need to wallow a bit more before I can face him.

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