Page 71 of Sweet Heat

Yes, but not yet—I have other things planned. Snagging a tiny but mighty vibrating plug from the treasure trove cabinet, I walk down into the nest with Posie already impaled on my cock. Laying her down gently, I whisper into her ear.

“Are you feeling needy? Do you want both of your pretty holes stuffed full?” Her body shivers in answer, flooding my cock. I use her slick to coat the plug, making sure it’s completely covered before bringing it to her rosette.

I still my slow thrusts, focusing on making her comfortable as she accepts the plug. As an omega, she’s built to be filled, but her pleasure is paramount in my mind.

“Oh, Miller,” she moans as I press the flared end firmly while watching it enter her. Keeping an eye on her for any signs of hesitance, I finally relax when she presses back, allowing the entire plug to pop inside. “So full.”

Posie’s breasts jiggle as she pants. I can’t help but bend forward to capture her nipple, sucking hard on the tender bud as I pick up the rhythm once more. Four days of nonstop fucking have brought us even closer, allowing me to read her body better than ever. Instinctively, I know what she needs, how to make her come and keep coming until she’s mindless with pure bliss. The bond in my chest echoes her desire, and I turn on the plug’s vibration.

“You’re such a good omega,” I praise, slamming into her while feeling the added pressure of the plug through her walls. She’s my heaven—built just for me; to love, to cherish, to fuck forever. “You want my knot?”

She nods frantically, the fullness of both holes combined with the vibe doing what she needs. In and out I saw, allowing her slick to seep from her pussy down the crack of her ass to the butt plug while still licking her nipples in time. The scent of cotton candy bursts from her as she comes with a cry, and that’s my signal to find my release.

Posie comes first. Every. Single. Time.It’s my mantra, and I’ll live by it.

With a roar, I lift my body off hers, digging my knees into the mattress. Gripping her hips, I angle them so each thrust hits her G-spot and wait until she’s a quivering mess, with her eyes rolledback in ecstasy, before shoving my knot deep inside. Her pussy clamps down, spasming and milking me for all I’m worth. Jet after jet of cum coats her walls, and our cries of joy build to a deafening crescendo as we come one final time—together.

Gasping, my legs give out, and I collapse on top of her prone body, nuzzling in between her breasts while listening to her heart thunder below my ear. Her skin chills for the first time in days, so I reach down to tug a blanket over us. Time for a rest.

Our first heat together is over—but it won’t be the last.

“So… where are we?” Posie asks as I hold a big fluffy white towel open for her. I have another slung around my waist. After we both crashed hard and slept for several much-needed hours the next step was a good shower. Although I hated washing her scent off, the days of nonstop sex had left us smelling ripe—even with a few quick baths in between, for hygiene’s sake.

“Ummm… so funny story,” I say, wrapping the towel around Posie as she stares up at me with her stunning chocolate-brown eyes.

“What did you do?” she asks with a snort, amusement making her lips quirk up. I still can’t quite figure out how I ended up being lucky enough to have an omega who handles all my crazy and, even better, often finds it endearing.

She’s the fucking best.

“A few years ago, I saw this house for sale, and something about it just called to me. It wasourhouse.” I shrug, unable to explain the sense of absolute certainty I had when I toured this place for the first time. It was like every room was begging for her touch, every space was meant for our things. The hallways were waiting for the pitter-patter of our future babies’ first steps. “So, I bought it and started creating a home for us.”

Posie’s mouth drops open. I think this time, I’ve finally shocked my Puff.

“You didn’t!” she exclaims, glancing around with renewed interest. Posie turns her back on me, walking straight out the door and back into the nest. Pausing, she glances back with a smile. “Aren’t you going to show me around?”

You bet your super-fine ass I will.

Chapter Thirty- Nine

Miller undersold this place when he called it a house. As each room is revealed, I realize we’re in a bona fide mansion.

“How many bedrooms are there?” I ask, noticing the vast sprawl. The house is huge, yet somehow manages a cozy vibe that makes me feel right at home. I can see why Miller was drawn to it. The stunning wood floors and doorway arches remind me of the house Miller grew up in—a home filled with light, laughter, and so much love.

The idea of raising a family here makes myheart flip.

“Well, there were nine, but I converted one to your nest, another to a jewelry design workroom, and one to a gym…”

“What, no home theater?” I cut in cheekily.

“It already had one,” Miller croons, snagging me around the waist and tugging my towel-clad body against his. He rubs his cheek against mine, and the scent of churros marks my skin. The move is so smooth that I melt against my Alpha, only to feel his cock poke me. Even post-heat, I’m tempted, but there are too many other things pulling my focus. Like wanting to explore every inch of this place—and also finding the kitchen. My stomach gurgles embarrassingly. “Let’s go feed you. The tour will commence after.”

Miller’s tone brokers no argument, and I pout as he uses his warm hand to guide me toward the stairs.

“But I want to see what’s in all the rooms,” I complain half-heartedly, even while my belly growls again, churning with hunger.

“Honestly, Puff, most of them are empty. The house has been waiting for you. I’ve only outfitted the rooms I knew you would need. So, the nest, your workroom, and a single bedroom for when I occasionally sleep here. There’s a little clothing in a closet for you and some basic furniture downstairs… but I wanted your stamp on every crevasse of our home.”

For a moment, I’m speechless, struck by just how much thought he put into this space. Buying it and leaving it nearly empty, just waiting for me. His extreme faith that this would happen and one day we would be together. Despite Owen. Despite my anosmia. So many emotions twist inside me, making ithard to tell one from the next, and as we step off the final stair, he pulls me in for a big hug.

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