Page 70 of Sweet Heat

“Sleep baby, this is just the beginning,” he purrs, and my body goes lax, knowing everything is just as it should be.

Smoke swirls, the ashy, sooty scent choking me, coating my tongue as heat pounds through my body.

Am I on fire? Am I going to die?

The creaking of twisted metal surrounds me, and though I try to open my eyes, either I can’t, or everything is pitch black. Every part of my body is impossibly heavy. No matter how hard I try, nothing will move, not even a toe.

My mind races with fear. Am I paralyzed? Why can’t I move? Where are my parents?

Wracking my memories, I search for the last thing I can recall: the screeching of tires, the sliding of the limousine. Trapped in my mind, with just my panic for company, I scream. Unsure if my mouth is doing any of the talking.

Suddenly, a loud purr reaches my ears, dulling the terror coursing through the very marrow of my bones. Then, the scent of sweet, sweet churros bursts in, blocking the horrific char of burned rubber and soot. My body becomes weightless, floating through the air…

With a gasp, I wake from the dream that’s more like a memory. The remnants of the accident fade quickly as my heat takes over once again. But one thing remains—his scent. Miller’s deep cinnamon sugar, fried dough, and caramel sauce scent. It coversmy nest and body, getting brighter with every breath I take. And I need more.

The source is sleeping next to me with one arm flung over his head, the other knuckle-deep in my pussy. My walls flutter, happy to have some part of him still inside my body, but it’s not enough.

Knot. Knot. Knot.

I clench around his fingers, wiggling onto my side to slide a hand down his muscular chest, trailing all the way down his abdomen. At my touch, one of his eyes cracks open, a smirk donning his lips.

“You need me, omega mine?” he asks, his voice rough with sleep. I don’t answer, sliding lower still until I reach the object of my desire, already hot, hard, and ready to fill my sensitive pussy.

A harsh cramp clenches my belly, pulling a keening wail from my lips. Miller’s fingers flex inside me, pumping in and out, calming the attack, but it’s still not enough. Not what I really want. Sensing my thoughts through the bond, he withdraws his fingers just in time for me to scramble onto my knees and then throw one leg over his hips.

“Fuck. Look at you. So fucking sexy.” Miller grips the base of his cock, lining it up and keeping it steady as I slowly lowered myself onto him. “Ride me, omega.”

His dick stretches me so good, calming the inferno inside, and I lose all sense of control. Sliding up and down his cock faster and faster, chasing my pleasure.

“That’s right. Use me, Posie. Take what you need.” His filthy words egg me on. “You’re so hot. Strangling my cock sogood.”

Up and down, I lean forward until he’s hitting that spot deep inside that makes me see stars. Slick drips from my pussy, easing his way. Every rise and fall bring me closer to the edge.

Miller’s hands come up to grip my hips, guiding me up and down faster and faster until my moans and cries fill the nest. Our bodies crash together—one big ball of need and bliss.

“Take my knot,” he grunts, arching off the bed to power into me. With a hard thrust, it pops into my already sensitive hole, and my orgasm hits, throwing me right over the edge.

The world whites out for a minute, and when I come to, Miller has me pinned on my back, rutting into me as much as his locked knot will allow and prolonging my pleasure until I’m mindless and quaking. It’s the greatest joy. The strongest bliss.

And as I watch the star lights twinkle above us, I am complete. Whole. Strong.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

“Food, then cock,” I tell Posie, amused by the wrinkle in her nose. She’s so damn cute. Even disgruntled and hissing like an angry kitten, I couldn’t love her more. I’m pretty sure we’re nearing the end of her heat since she’s becoming increasingly lucid. The cozy couch outside her nest has been a lifesaver, and I couldn’t be more pleased with how the setup has worked for us.

“Not hungry,” she argues, wriggling back and forth on my lap. Her eyes narrow at me, but I have a job to do. Whatkind of Alpha would I be if I let my heat-addled omega become dehydrated? “It’s not like I need the food, anyway.”

The disparaging remark about her own body catches me off guard, and I wish she could see herself the way I do. Curvy, beautiful, soft, and rounded to perfection. The attitude makes me growl, and I shift so that the tip of my always-hard cock rests just outside her opening.

“No talking bad about my omega,” I snarl, sliding the head into her hot, sloppy cunt. I bring the bottle to her lips once more. “For every sip you take, I’ll give you another inch.”

Posie’s eyes narrow, but she opens her mouth like a good little omega, and I pour some in, careful not to make her choke—the only time I want to hear her gag is when my cock’s deep in her throat. Still miffed, she swallows it all, so I sink in deeper.

Her slick makes my lap slippery, and her sweet cotton candy scent permeates every inch of the room. It’s pure heaven.

“More!” she demands, opening wide, and I comply, continuing the delicious torture until I’m fully sheathed inside her and the bottle’s drained. By the time it’s done, we’re both panting and nearly frenzied with need.

“Knot. Alpha, please, knot.”

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