Page 15 of Saving Nevin
I couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief when Nevin scurried off down the hall to seal himself up in the only bathroom this little DIY cottage had to offer. Not because I wanted him to go, but because the saccharine scent of his season was making me almost dizzy—and this was only the beginning. I wasn’t quite sure how I was going to survive the next week or so.
Since we shared our first kiss, we’d cuddled and touched and made out, but our hands had never wandered below the belt. Partially because I was afraid of pushing Nevin past what he was comfortable with, but also because I was simply inexperienced.
Nevin was the first person I’d ever kissed. I was still a virgin at twenty-six. Not that there was any shame in that; I’d wanted to save myself for the right guy, and I’d finally found him. My mate. My sweet Omega.
And god, his scent only got sweeter as the day faded into evening. Nevin picked at his dinner, ultimately pushing his plate away half-eaten and claiming his stomach was off. We settled in to watch a movie, but he was a thousand miles away, squirming around the entire time. Meanwhile, my head felt like it’d been tilted on its axis and spun like a basketball. It was such an intoxicating scent, and it was driving my wolf crazy.
So we gave up on the movie and got ready for bed, going through our nightly routine before crawling beneath the sheets. I wrapped my arm around Nevin’s waist to snuggle him closer and he let out a breathy little groan and leaned against me. Still, even in the darkness, he couldn’t seem to get comfortable.
“Nev?” I rubbed my hand over his arm.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbled.
“You don’t have to apologize, honey. It’s okay.”
“No, it’s not. You need to be able to sleep. I should go sleep on the couch.”
“Nevin, that’s not… You don’t need to sleep on the couch. It’s lumpy as hell. You won’t get any rest.”
“I’m not gonna get any rest anyway,” he said around a sigh of defeat. “I’m burning up, I’m so hot, and ugh, I feel gross. Maybe we shouldn’t sleep together…” The way he said it, it sounded almost like he was worried about what might happen between us if we shared my bed tonight.
I rolled closer to him and cupped his beautiful, fretful face in my hands. “Nev, honey. Relax. I promise you, I’m not going to jump your bones during the night.”
Nevin’s pale skin flushed in the darkness. “Yeah, but I might…” He pulled away from me, kicking out from beneath the covers as he quickly scooted towards the edge of the bed. “I’m going to take a cold shower.”And then sleep on the couch,was what he didn’t say. My chest ached with this strange feeling, like we were on this precipice of something and I needed to make the right decision for us both.
“Would getting off help you settle down?” My voice was quiet, a hush in the silence of night. The darkness of my bedroom stretched around us, but I didn’t miss the sound of Nevin’s breath hitching, or the soft, almost reedy whine that escaped his parted lips.
I had my answer. My Omega needed me.
I took a deep breath. “Come here, honey,” I murmured, reaching out to him. Another soft whimper was followed by the rustling of bedsheets as Nevin crawled back over to me. He plastered himself against me, his body heat radiating off my bare skin. Damn, he reallywasburning up. “How can I help?”
Nevin squirmed and I could feel his erection through the silken material of his sleep pants, hard and hot and desperate. “I… I need something in my ass. I’m so wet, it’s driving me crazy. W-Will you finger me?” Something in the breathy way the Omega pleaded for it made my cock, which had been an uncomfortable semi since getting in bed, stiffen further.
I bit back my groan. “We’ll work up to it,” I told him. “Kiss me.”
13
NEVIN
My heat blisteredthrough me like a wildfire, making my cock leak and my ass clench around the ache of nothingness. I could feel the wet spot in my briefs, my slick soaking through the fabric.
A keening whine burst from my throat as Kace looked at me, so damn earnestly. God I wanted him, I wanted him so bad. It wasn’t just the heat talking, but I didn’t want to ruin a good thing. What Kace and I had? It was the best thing that had ever happened to me, and the idea of losing it—losinghim—hurt.
“Nev.” My name was a soft croon of sound. A shiver traipsed through me, and I whimpered again. He seemed so willing to help… And Ineededhim. I needed him so badly. Kace’s eyes were gentle in the darkness, and something about the way that he looked at me snapped my fragile resolve right into pieces.
I crawled over his body, straddling him. He reached out and ran his big hands up my arms and over my shoulders, then drew me in for a kiss. What started as our usual sweet kisses turned almost feral as my heat took the driver’s seat.
Fisting one hand in his dark hair, I plunged my tongue between his lips, moaning into Kace’s mouth as he tried to keep up with me. He wasn’t very skilled, but I didn’t give a fuck. Right now, I just needed him to touch me.
“Kace,” I breathed out, biting down on my bottom lip. I rubbed my aching erection shamelessly against Kace’s groin, more than a little pleased when I found him hard as diamond in his sleep pants…and damn, he was packing. My ass gave a clench at the thought of Kace flipping me over and fucking me from behind. Another whine slipped free.
His hand cupped the back of my neck, drawing me in for another round of mind-bendingly hot kisses. Our tongues tangled together in tandem. I nipped at his lips, biting and sucking at them. He moaned and the sound was so deep and guttural that my cock twitched.
Kace’s hand slid down my back to grasp my ass. Pawing and groping at it, but never close enough to where I needed it. I squirmed and thrust my hips out. I knew it would only get worse as the days passed, and that fingers wouldn’t be able to sate what my heat desired, but for right now…
“Please, Kace. I need it so bad.”
His fingers slipped beneath the waistband of my pajama pants, his big hand moving south. I hissed out a breath when his fingers find me slick and hot and desperate, and I rocked back against them. “Oh, god, yes,” I cried out softly. “Touch. More. Please.”
