Page 41 of Hired for Research
And now she was nesting in his bed.
His cock surged to stiffness, his pants pinching uncomfortably even as a matching growl rolled from his chest without thought.
“I’m not ready yet. You have to wait.”
Her hiss was followed by her returning to her task, ignoring him as if he wasn’t there. He managed to cut off his growl without her directly challenging him, but he couldn’t pull his eyes away from the little omega building a nest from fabric drenched in his scent.
He knew what the right thing to do was. He should leave the apartment, lock her inside, and guard it to be sure no other alpha caught her scent. Most homes in Eden had saferooms for the omegas, but his apartment was meant for single alphas or betas, and didn’t have that feature.
A surge of rage filled him at the thought of another alpha smelling her slick. With how pervasive his scent was in the apartment it would take a while before hers grew strong enough to overtake it and leak into the hallway, but it wasn’t impossible.
Turning and rushing to the front door, he stared at it, trying to think of a way to prevent anyone from realizing what he had inside. She’d claimed his blankets for her nest, so he was going to have to improvise.
Looking around, he spotted the towels they’d used to dry off lying over the arm of his couch. He checked to be sure they didn’t smell too much like her, leaving the one she’d used on his dining table and sitting the other beside the door.
Collecting the seat cushions from his couch and the few kitchen towels he had under the counter, he set them with the bath towel before returning to the kitchen. Tossing a roll of paper towels in the sink, he pulled out a bottle of vinegar and poured it over them, soaking the whole roll. He didn’t have any scent neutralizer, but vinegar was the main ingredient in it, so he hoped it would work.
It was an exercise in patience to peel the mush from the roll and plaster it over the cracks around the door, but the wetness helped it stick. Once he’d used all of it to cover the top and sides, he mopped up the drips with the kitchen towels before stuffing them along the bottom.
Stacking the couch cushions in front of the doorway, he used tacks to hang the bath towel above it. The towel helped hold the cushions in place, but he pushed the dining table in front of it as well. If anyone tried to come in, he’d hear the table scrape along the floor before they made it inside.
His next task was to gather what they’d need to last the next few days. He scooped up water bottles as well as the electrolyte drinks he used after his workouts, adding a box of protein bars to put beside the bed. Even if he couldn’t get her to eat them, some of the nutrients would pass from him to her when she drank his seed.
The thought of her feeding on him made him pause, another surge of blood rushing to his shaft. His arms were too full to adjust himself, and he growled at the discomfort of being dressed when he was so hard.
When he returned to the bedroom Evelyn was tucking his duvet over the bed, pulling back the edges to fluff the clothing beneath before patting it into place once again. The sight was mesmerizing, and he stopped again to let his eyes feast on the view. She’d lost her blouse while he was gone and her tank top hugged her breasts, making his mouth water as his underwear grew sticky.
“The other blanket.”
Her demand came with an outstretched hand in his direction. His gaze dropped to the last item on the floor, the blanket that he’d wrapped around her in the living room.
Placing the items he held on the nightstand beside the table, he picked it up as she huffed her impatience. Part of him wanted to growl at the little omega’s attitude, but the larger part of him was more concerned with the fact that the nest seemed complete.
This was it. His last chance to leave.
He walked into the bathroom as she spread the blanket in the center of the nest, grabbing his last towel from beneath the sink. Rolling it into a little log, he moved to the bedroom door, wedging it underneath. It would help contain her pheromones to the bedroom so he didn’t have to worry about any getting past his barricade at the front door.
The last logical thing he did was send a message to Commander Cirlee, letting him know what had happened.
Doctor in my apartment due to weather. Went into heat. Barricaded door.
He looked up from the screen in time to see Evelyn pull her shirt over her head. A blue bra cupped her breasts, hiding them from his view, and he tossed his phone to the floor.
Tired of the constraint of his clothing, he loosened his belt and opened the button on his pants as he moved closer to the bed. Evelyn may be upset with him once it was all over, but there was no way he could leave. He wanted her too much, and the thought of her being in his apartment alone, in pain when he could have helped, prevented him from walking away.
To hell with the consequences.
“Are you ready for me now?”
Evelyn’s eyes met his before dropping to where his pants hung open. Her pink tongue slipped out, wetting her lips as her nostrils flared. He knew she could scent the precum soaked into his underwear the same as he could smell her slick, but entering an omega’s nest uninvited was a good way to get attacked.
A gentle purr rose from her throat as she crawled closer. He was disappointed that he’d distracted her from undressing further but couldn’t help being excited by her attention.
“Clothes off.”
Glad to follow the order, he whipped his shirt off without hesitation. If they’d chosen to hookup outside her cycle he may have gone slower and tried to tease her, but he could smell how wet she was and all he could think about was tasting her, then sinking inside her hot depths.
As quick as he responded, it was apparently too slow for her. Slim fingers hooked over the waistband of his pants and underwear, dragging them down his thighs before his shirt hit the floor.
