Page 64 of Hired for Research
As glad as she had been at the time that he’d managed not to bite her during her first heat with him, she grew more irritated about it as she sat against the wall, staring out at the sky. They’d both been miserable while they were separated, and they could have skipped all that if he’d had a little less control.
She swung between crying and growling, her hormones going all over the place as it seemed to take hours for Jett to return. The sun barely moved so she knew it really wasn’t that long before he came shuffling in the door, arms loaded with trash bags stuffed to the brim, but her heat was hitting fast and hard and logic was long gone.
“This is your fault. If you had marked and bred me my last heat like you were supposed to, I wouldn’t be going through this again.”
She ignored the look of confusion as she snatched a bag from his arms, ripping it open. Pillows spilled around her, but they weren’t what she wanted.
Clawing another bag, the blue blanket he’d first wrapped around her in his apartment months ago peeked out and she pulled it from the tangle. Holding it to her nose, she sucked in their combined scents and felt some of her tension ease.
“I’ll go put the rest of this in the nest.”
Jett eased past her, eyeing her like she was crazy. The emotional rollercoaster inside her dipped again and she felt bad for a moment, but the guilt slipped away beneath the haze as she followed him down the short hall to one of the two bedrooms. He’d already dumped everything in the center of the saferoom off to the side, and she shoved him out of the way to kneel in the middle of the bowl-shaped depression.
Evelyn took her time arranging the pillows and blankets she’d collected over the years. She’d made do with what Jett had when her cycle came unexpectedly at his apartment, but these were the things that made the nesthers. That let her guard come down and her body relax so her entire focus could be on the male waiting in the doorway. He’d slipped a box of protein bars and a few bottles of water into the corner by the door, but she didn’t care. All she wanted was her mate in her nest.
“Strip.”
Lips ticked up at the corner, his hands drifted to the bottom of his shirt, pulling it over his head.
“Always so bossy. I should show you who’s the alpha.”
A shiver passed through her body and her pussy clenched. She loved it when he teased her, but she wanted his teeth in her neck.
Now.
“You’re my alpha. Now be a good boy and come claim your omega.”
Standing in the middle of her nest, she yanked her shirt off, tossing it aside as her hands moved to her jeans. She had the button open and was shimmying them down her thighs when Jett lunged for her, wrapping his arms around her middle and pulling her down atop him as he sat on the edge of the bowl.
Her pants held her legs together at the knee, but he wasn’t trying to get to her pussy. His hand came down in a stinging slap on her ass, first one cheek, then the other.
“So mouthy. You’re going to learn a little respect.”
She snorted before letting out a squeal as he continued to spank her. She bucked and wiggled but his other arm held her in place, and she flooded her panties with slick.
His erection dug into her belly, the scent of his precum filling the air by the time his hand stopped. Pulling her upright, he stood her in front of him, yanking her pants down the rest of the way before pulling off her panties too.
Standing in front of him naked, her chest heaved, nipples tightened into little buds. Slick ran down her thighs as his eyes raked over her and she shivered when his dilated pupils met hers.
“Maybe you should get mouthy since it’s right there,” she whispered.
His eyes narrowed but she saw the way his lips twitched. He rose to his feet, freeing the erection she’d felt throbbing against her as he shed his pants.
“I have a better idea.”
Hand on her shoulder, he pushed her down to her knees, his shaft bobbing in front of her face. If he was going to claim she was mouthy, she figured she might as well show him how good she could be at it.
She sucked him deep into her throat, his swollen tip hitting the back before she’d swallowed even half his length. Wrapping both hands around his shaft, she pulled off before taking it back in again.
Jett groaned, fingers slipping into her hair as she sucked him. Precum leaked from him in a steady stream and she swallowed it down. She wanted more of it, but she was too impatient to feel him inside her. She wanted their mating official, so she knew she’d never have to live without him again.
Releasing him when she felt his knot begin to grow, she turned around and dropped to her elbows, tipping her hips to present for her alpha.
“Fuck me, Jett. Make me yours.”
He was past the point of arguing with her demands. Kneeling behind her, he took her hips in his hands and thrust into her with one hard stroke.
Her back arched as she cried out, her channel fluttering around him. Just knowing what was coming had her close to the edge already, and she could feel the bulge of his knot tugging on her lower lips as he moved his length in and out of her.
