Page 58 of Sweet Heat

“We’ll tell my parents when they get back,” Posie gulps, biting her lip before nodding. Finally! She’s been doing so well, but this is the first time she’s agreed to drive without any pushing. I walk her to the driver’s side and open the door, admiring the muscles in her legs and the round curve of her ass as she hops in.

And just like that, my cock is distracted, turned on just from being in the same vicinity as my mate.

Scooting around the vehicle, I jump in, feeling glaring eyes trying to bore a hole through the side of my face. With one last glance, I spy Pack Moore standing in the doorway, Owen’s arms across his chest, steam coming out of his ears. Crimson and Damien are more subdued, and for a second, it looks like Damien shoots me a sneaky thumbs-up as the engine roars to life.

Looks like we’re in for a bumpy ride.

But fuck, is she worth it.

Chapter Thirty-One

Ishould probably care more about how my brother feels. But with Miller’s palm stroking my knee as we head for his apartment, I can’t find it in myself to give a shit.

Maybe I’m broken, but all I want is to get us home and out of our clothes. Watching him go nearly feral defending me… well, let’s just say I need a change of underwear. The soaked material squishes uncomfortably between my legs while I try to focus on the surrounding traffic.

Driving has become easier with each of Miller’s lessons, but it still givesme anxiety.

“You okay, Puff?” he asks, the nickname much sweeter now that I know its origins.

“Totally fine. We both know he’ll come around. Owen doesn’t like change,” I say, expertly guiding us into a parking spot below Miller’s building. Once I move the gearshift into park, I fist-pump, pride filling me at making it home without any coaxing. “Plus, he’s still sore you didn’t join his pack.”

Miller bends over the center console, grasps my chin, and my mouth goes dry. A wicked smile twists the ends of his lips. “Let’s stop worrying about your brother and focus on making you sore,” he says, and my mind short circuits, melting me on the spot.

Yes, that, please.

He gives me a way-too-brief kiss before hopping from the car and walking around it to open my door. Dazed, I step out, acutely aware of the palm pressing into the small of my back, guiding me through the maze of the apartment complex. My brain runs amok with all the things we haven’t tried that I want to, and before I know it, we reach the apartment door.

Miller allows it to swing open, ushering me inside before slamming and locking it. Gripping my wrist, he spins me, pressing my back to the wall with a growl.

“Fuck, you smell good. Your perfume is the stuff of dreams.” He drops his mouth, sucking and licking across my neck as though trying to devour me. “Gonna bite right here.”

The words come out on a growl that has me answering with a soft moan, imagining the moment his teeth will pierce my flesh and allow our bond to snap into place. This is all happening so damn fast, but it feels so right. Every touch, every looknurtures my omega, allowing me to feel whole in a way I haven’t since coming into my designation.

“Right there,” I agree, swallowing hard. His hard cock presses against my belly, and need burns through me. My hands travel down his sides, across the hard planes of his abdomen, until coming to rest on the outline of his steel shaft. Palming him through his pants, excitement courses through me as it twitches at my attention.

“I have something for you, sweet omega,” he rasps, grinding against me.

“I think I know what it is,” I tease, tugging at his waistband.

“Bet you don’t.” Miller bends down, grabbing the backs of my legs and lifting me. I throw my arms around his neck with a startled cry, gripping his hips with my thighs as he walks us toward the kitchen. Once there, he slides me onto the countertop and steps back to open the drawer.

The man is an adonis, all muscles and hot-as-hell tattoos, sparkling blue eyes, and a face that would make the gods weep. And he’s my scent match. It seems impossible that someone like him could end up with someone like me, yet here we are.

I can see the headlines now.

‘Hottest Man Alive Matches with Frumpy Omega.’

Once the tabloids find out what’s going to happen? Will he realize I’m not good enough and reject me?

We’ve been stuck in a happy little secret bubble—but now Owen knows, and soon everyone else will, too. Rapid breaths whoosh from me, making the room tilt. Vulnerability pulses through me, so I sit up taller, fixing my clothing to hide my extra pudge and running my hands through my hair to look mybest. He notices, eyes searing through me and making me squirm more.

“What’s wrong?” Miller brings his hand out of the drawer, something glinting in the light, but I can’t make it out.

“Nothing,” I mumble, shifting on the counter. “What’s in your hand?”

My attempt to shift the direction of the conversation is an abysmal failure, and he slants his head to the side, leaning in until I can feel his heat between my legs.

“Nope—first, I want to know what made your sugary scent go all burned.” Embarrassment creeps up my neck. I stare at my toes, trying to decide if I want to answer his question or take part in the ancient art of deflection.

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