Page 13 of Risque
“I would explain it to you but it’s none of your business since you ruined that last night. Excuse me while I get my employee home safely.”
Nolan frowns. “He lives with me. I’ll take him home. Jesus, Mila, why didn’t you say you weren’t feeling well?” He leans through the window on his father’s side and I curl into myself. I never really hated Nolan’s scent but now I can’t stand it.
Dragging Mr. Holt’s hand to my nose to block out Nolan’s smell probably isn’t the best course of action so I just stay quiet. Slick gathers around my hole, threatening to undo me, my cock leaking in my pants. In another minute, I’m going to make a mess and I won’t be able to save myself from the embarrassment.
I only had one heat with Nolan but I was pretty lucid and it only lasted for a few hours. He was pissed off that that was all the fun he was going to have and I was just disoriented, curled up in my nest, confused that I might be defective.
Right now? I think my body is compensating because I’m seconds away from whining for a knot.
I grip the handle on the door, gritting my teeth together as Mr. Holt says something else to Nolan. They’re arguing about something but I really don’t care as a sudden flood of slick wets my briefs. “Sir…please.”
Mr. Holt glances over at me, sweat beading on my forehead, my lips parted as my hips buck forward and find nothing. He says nothing, just puts the car in reverse and pulls out of the parking space. Nolan is still standing there, confused but I’m just relieved that he isn’t going to see this part.
Pine and winter fill my nose, my skin prickling with the start of my heat, my hand dropping to my cock involuntarily. I just need to come. And I do, groaning through it as I imagine Mr. Holt fucking me senseless before knotting me. The heat only resurges, needing more stimulation, my hand working over my length again for more.
“Sweetheart, is this a heat?”
“Ye-es,” I say, my voice broken. “I need your knot. I’m sorry. Just drop me off and I’ll call—”
A deep-throated growl reverberates through the car, Mr. Holt swerving in and out of traffic. “Absolutely not. I’ve got you. This is moving way faster than I planned but I need to know that this is okay. That youwantthis. I’m your boss, Mila but I’m not going to force you into anything you don’t want to do.”
My vision is blurring as I glance over at the Alpha, his white-knuckled grip telling me that his control is shot. “I want you. It’s just…”
“Nolan won’t be a problem.”
“But—”
“It’s his loss, sweetheart. Do me a favor and keep your hands on your thighs. I know you need a knot but you’re going to have me crashing if you perfume again.” He glances over at me with a warm smile that’s strained by lust and desire. “You think you can do that for me?”
“Yes, sir.”
I’m good right up until we get out of the car and into another elevator, my mouth finding his nipple through his shirt as I rock myself against him. He reaches down to grab my ass and keep me firmly pressed to him, unable to find the friction I need. A whine tears from my throat, Mr. Holt not letting go until the doors open to his suite.
I can’t get inside fast enough, stripping off my clothes like they offended me. “Please,” I plead again, slick slipping down my thighs. I drop to my knees and present for him, Mr. Holt still the embodiment of control until I wiggle my ass, hoping he’ll give me what I need.
There is no foreplay. It’s not pretty as he undoes his pants and kneels behind me, the blunt head of his cock pressing against my sloppy hole. I let out a relieved sigh as he pushes in, my arms braced against the wood floor. He feels bigger than he looks, than he felt in my mouth, the girth filling me up until it’s almost painful but it feels so fucking good.
I rock back against him, trying to take more of him in as he places a firm hand on my back, the other gripping my waist. “I’ve got you sweetheart. Just breathe.”
Stars erupt in my vision as he pulls out and then slams back in, giving me pleasure while taking his own. My Omega is crying out for more, more slick easing Mr. Holt’s slide as he picks up a ruthless pace. The position he has me in is obscene, especially just inside his apartment but I don’t care.
All I know is that my mate is fucking me. Filling me.
And with that last thrust,knotting me.He pushes the ring of muscle inside of me, his knot swelling and locking us together as I come, untouched.
“Sir, that’s… it’s… I’m so full.” The rest of my words end up in an unintelligible mess, Mr. Holt still rocking himself against my ass until he’s fully swollen inside of me. Only then does he pull me to his chest and lay on his side, his arm wrapping around my waist, his hand splayed across my stomach.
“Better?” He murmurs, placing a soft kiss just behind my ear.
“Mmmm, yes. Also embarrassing.”
My lids slowly close, the best part of this Omega biology taking over. Now that my body has its nutrients, it’s time to rest—something I haven’t had in weeks because Nolan wouldn’t fuck me. Mr. Holt kisses my ear this time and then my jaw, his other hand moving up to play with my nipple. “Why is it embarrassing? I assumed all Omegas go into heat.”
“Yes, but we’re usually on a schedule. I’m not due for another two weeks. I think it’s because…” I don’t finish that sentence because I’m not sure I want to face it yet. Mating my ex’s father wasn’t really in the cards. Instead, I just curl back into his chest, letting this man hold me.
“Maybe my scent triggered it?”
I just shrug, not wanting to talk about that anymore. He’s about to say something else but I fall asleep on his knot, hoping and praying that this isn’t all just one lewd dream when I wake up. Or maybe it should be and I’ll be going to a motel this evening away from all of this chaos.
