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Chapter 30

Dante

Ava lets out another plaintive moan, and my Alpha instincts go into overdrive.

She’s in heat.

Full heat.

And it’s clearly taking her body by storm. She’s perfuming so strongly that my cock is instantly rock hard, straining against my pants. My pulse races, and I feel like I’m going mad as the beautiful Omega before me mewls softly.

She steps closer, rubbing her body against mine like she’s trying to bathe in my scent. Like she’s trying to mark herself with my essence.

“Please,” she whispers, wrapping her arms around me and nearly climbing my body as she grinds against me. “It’s too much, I can’t take it. I need you, Dante. I need your cock. I need your knot.”

I clench my jaw, my chest heaving as more of her sweet scent floods my nostrils. I’m on the verge of losing all control and going into a rut right here in my office, but I’m trying to hold myself back. I need to get Ava home, so that she can have her nest and the other three Alphas in my pack. She’ll need that safety and security as her heat goes on, and she’ll need all four of us to see to her needs during the height of it.

“I know, baby girl,” I whisper roughly, threading my fingers through the hair at the back of her head and grazing my cheek against hers, letting her feel the slight rasp of my stubble. “I’ll take you home, and my pack and I will take care of you. You just need to hold on, okay?”

I start walking toward the door as I speak, prepared to carry her out of the building. I’m not sure she’s capable of walking on her own at this point, too lost in the torrent of sensations and emotions brought on by her heat. But as I open my office door to leave, Ava reaches out with one hand to grip the doorframe, clinging to it even as she keeps her other arm wrapped around my shoulders.

“No!” Her voice is high and desperate. “No, I can’t wait. I can’t. It hurts , Dante. It hurts so much. Please.”

My heart cracks open at the pain and pleading in her voice. I already hurt her once without meaning to, making her feel neglected and abandoned when I was trying to give her space. That’s what led to me asking her to accompany me to the office today. I want to show her how important she is to me, how I always want her around… and how I’ll always take care of her.

She’s sobbing softly in my arms now, and a sudden certainty fills me.

I have to give my Omega what she needs.

Nothing— nothing —is more important than that.

With a low growl, I palm the back of her head and crush my lips to hers, kissing her fiercely and hungrily. Her hitched sob breaks off in a gasp, and her delicate tongue slides against mine as she kisses me back.

I can feel her body respond immediately, her scent changing in the air as her arousal grows, and I take a step backward so that we’re fully inside my office again. She releases the door frame to wrap both of her arms around me, and I close the thick wooden door with a heavy thud.

As soon as the door closes, I press her up against it, pinning her against the smooth surface as I devour her mouth. Every instinct I was trying to suppress so that I could get her home comes roaring to the surface, wild and unrestrained. My cock is so hard it’s almost painful, but I know it’s only a fraction of the pain Ava must’ve been feeling as her body screams for something it’s being denied.

But I won’t deny her.

“Is this what you need, baby girl?” I ask, breaking our kiss and pulsing my hips against hers to let her feel how hard I am for her. “You need me to split you open with my cock right here in this office? To make you scream so loud that everyone in the building will know you’re being fucked senseless?”

Her pupils dilate, making her soft brown eyes look hazy with lust, and she nods, licking her lips. “Yes. That’s what I need. Fuck me. Make me scream.”

The raw desire on her face is matched by something else that makes my heart clench—trust. She trusts me to take care of her in this moment, to give her what she needs. I feel as if I already let her down once, and I’ll be damned if I ever do it again.

Keeping my gaze locked on her face, I slowly set her down. The second I start to move away from her, she lets out a soft wail of frustration, but I don’t give her any time to doubt my intentions. I grip her hips and spin her around to face the door, purring loudly as her palms slap against the dark wood.

The sound goes straight to my cock, as does the way she immediately bends over, presenting her ass in that tight little skirt like the most perfect gift on earth.

“That’s right,” I murmur, feeling nearly delirious myself. “So fucking good for me.”

My hands gather up the fabric of her skirt as I speak, bunching it up and dragging the hem upward. I shove the entire thing up to her waist, leaving her bare except for the pair of light blue cotton panties she’s wearing.

“Fuck.” I groan softly. “There are entire shops dedicated to expensive lingerie, but they’re all wasting their time. Because nothing will ever be as sexy as this. You’ve soaked through your panties, baby girl, and it smells so fucking good.”

With the way she’s bent over, her cloth-covered pussy peeks out from between her legs, and I can see the way the fabric has turned darker where it’s wet. Driven by an urge too powerful to resist, I drop to my knees behind her and drag my nose along the damp fabric, inhaling her scent until I’m lightheaded from it.

“Dante…”

She whimpers, but it’s not the same kind of whimper I heard her make earlier. There’s no pain in this sound, only desire.

“Say that again,” I tell her. “I want to hear my name on your lips while you come on my face.”

Her legs shake, and I can tell she’s already close. Her body is so primed and ready for sex that I can practically taste her need on the air.

Hooking her panties with my fingers, I drag them down her legs until they fall to the floor between her high-heel clad feet.

“Step out. Then move your feet apart,” I murmur. “Spread your legs for me.”

She whimpers again, following my directions immediately, and my cock feels like it could punch a hole in my pants as I gaze at her wet, swollen folds.

“So pretty and pink,” I growl. Gripping her ass cheeks to hold them apart, I drag my tongue up the line of her slit, a purr building deep in my chest. “So fucking delicious.”

Now that I’ve had a taste of her, I can’t resist taking more. She bumps her hips back against me in a silent plea, and I respond by lapping and sucking and nipping at her like a man possessed.

“Dante,” she mewls. “Make me come. Right there, right there… oh god.”

I stiffen my tongue and spear it into her, eating her out like she’s my last meal as one hand slides around to find her clit. I circle it fast and hard, knowing she doesn’t need me to drag this out any more than I already have. Her noises rise in pitch and volume, and each time she cries out my name, it goes straight to my cock, which is weeping precum that soaks into the front of my pants.

“Dante, Dante, Dante,” she chants, her head dropping between her arms as she keeps her hands braced on the door. “Dante!”

The last word is a muffled scream, and her legs buckle as she comes on my tongue. I grab her hips quickly, never letting up with my mouth as I hold her up and work her through the orgasm. It passes through her in waves, and with each wave, a fresh surge of arousal gushes from her to coat my tongue. After a long moment, she finally goes still, the shuddering of her legs easing off a bit.

But the sated relaxation only lasts for a second.

She makes a small, pained sound in the back of her throat, her dark hair shifting around her face as she shakes her head. “ More .”

I’m not surprised that one orgasm was hardly enough to take the edge off. This isn’t like the past several days when her heat was looming on the horizon. It’s here, and it will take days of near constant sex for her to finally be satisfied.

Keeping one hand on her hip to make sure she stays steady and upright, I rise smoothly to my feet behind her. My other hand shakes slightly as I quickly work my button and fly open. My cock is so sensitive that I hiss out a breath as I wrap my hand around it, and I drag it through the wetness of her crease as my heart pounds heavily in my chest.

“Wait…” Ava sounds like it pains her to say the word, but she lifts her head and peers at me over her shoulder. Her cheeks are flushed, her gorgeous brown eyes glazed, and I can see the light redness of teeth marks where she had her bottom lip tucked between her teeth.

“What is it, baby girl?” I rasp. “What do you need?”

“You don’t have to do this here,” she whispers, her eyes shining. “This is your office. Everyone who works for you is out there. I tried to stay quiet before, but Dante… if you fuck me, I won’t be able to be quiet. I know it.”

A hungry smile tugs at my lips. “I don’t give a fuck. Let every single person out there hear you scream, baby girl. Let them know what you sound like when your Alpha takes care of you.”

Her jaw drops, heat flashing through her expression. To show her exactly how much I mean the words I just spoke, I press the tip of my cock inside her, and when she nods, I shove myself the rest of the way inside. Her body is tight and so fucking wet, stretching around me and squeezing me in a way that makes my balls draw up tight.

“So good,” I groan. “You feel so fucking good.”

“So…” She arches her back a little, her fingers clawing at the wood of the door. “So do you.”

The curve of her spine is devastatingly sexy, even hidden beneath the fabric of her top, and when I draw out and slam back inside, she arches even more.

“Yes!” she screams, and I know everyone outside my office heard that.

Good .

I meant it when I said I didn’t give a fuck who hears us. Everyone in this office is well acquainted with what an Omega’s heat cycle means, so they’ll understand that she needed to be taken care of. And if I’m being honest with myself, the most primal part of my Alpha side loves the idea that everyone in this office will hear my beautiful, sweet Omega scream for me.

I fuck her harder and deeper, rutting into her body as I lose myself in the sheer perfection of the feeling. It’s a good thing she’s wearing heels, since it erases some of the difference in our heights, but I still have to bend my knees a little to get right where I need to be.

“So good,” I repeat, my fingers buried in the soft flesh of her hips. “You’re taking me so well. You’re so perfect.”

Her response isn’t any kind of recognizable words, just a soft, needy sound that I know I’ll never forget as long as I live. She clenches around my cock, her inner walls tightening like a vise, and my hips slap against her ass as I bare my teeth and keep fucking her.

“Oh god, I’m… I’m…”

She wails, throwing her head back as her orgasm hits. I let go of her hip with one hand, reaching up to wrap her hair around my fist as I keep driving into her. Her mouth drops open as she screams again, and I can feel my knot swelling at the base of my cock.

I thrust into her one more time, forcing my knot as deep as it will go, and then empty myself inside her, my cock pulsing with each spurt of my release.

Ava is panting hard, and I wrap both of my arms around her waist, palming one breast and splaying the fingers of my other hand over her stomach as I drape my upper body over hers. We both breathe heavily into the sudden silence of the room, and although I know my knot will go down more quickly than usual in response to the pheromones she’s emitting due to her heat, I almost wish we could stay like this forever. She’ll need to be knotted again soon, though.

“I love hearing you scream my name, baby girl,” I whisper, nuzzling at her hair. “Almost as much as I love feeling you take my knot.”

She makes a soft, contented sound, turning her head so that her lips can find mine. We stay like that for a long while, kissing and breathing each other in as I whisper words of praise and adoration, telling her how perfect she is, how sweet she is, how grateful I am that she came into our lives.

After some time, my knot begins to deflate. When I finally pull out, a mixture of our cum slides down her leg, and we both groan at the separation. I gather up the mess with two fingers and shove it back inside her, then pull her panties back up her legs. Then I pull her skirt down and help her straighten before turning her around.

Her cheeks are an alluring rose pink, flushed from the exertion of the sex and the orgasms, and I press my lips to her forehead, eyes, nose, cheekbones, and jaw before finding her lips. She tilts her head up, and one of my hands slides into the hair at the back of her head as our kiss deepens. Then I pull back, resting my forehead against hers.

“Do you think you can make it home?” I ask quietly. “Garrett, Caleb, and Ethan will want to be with you for your heat. But if you can’t make it, I’ll have them come here. We can bring your whole nest here if you want. I’ll kick everyone out of the office for a week if we have to. Whatever you need.”

Her soft sigh brushes against my lips as she murmurs, “Take me home.”

Hearing her refer to the huge house I’ve shared with my pack for the past several years as home makes something warm expand inside my chest. I kiss her again, then scoop her up in my arms before I can lose myself in the plush pillows of her lips. She squeaks and wraps her arms around my neck, and I chuckle as I open the door and stride from the room.

Ava buries her face against my chest as I carry her toward the elevator, probably not quite ready to meet everyone’s gaze after they heard the sounds of her falling apart on my cock.

I hold her closer, possessiveness rising in me as I lift my chin and meet the eyes of those around us as a few people look up to see us pass. No one’s gaze lingers on Ava. They can clearly read the protective aura radiating from me, and they know I don’t want them ogling my Omega as she goes into heat.

The elevator ride down to the garage seems to take forever, and I can feel Ava starting to shift restlessly in my arms as we descend, her body already growing hungry for more. When we reach my car, I open the passenger door and settle her on the front seat, then reach over her to buckle her seatbelt. She lifts her head to smell my neck, and I clench my jaw at the feel of her scenting me like this.

“I’ll get you home quick,” I promise her. “Just hang tight, baby girl.”

“Thank you,” she whispers, and I can’t resist kissing her hard before drawing back and closing the door.

I slide in behind the wheel, and as I pull out of the garage, Ava lets out a shuddery breath.

“I feel…” She drags her bottom lip between her teeth.

“What? What do you feel?”

“Empty. Too empty.”

She squeezes her legs together as she speaks, as if she’s trying to relieve the ache all on her own. I was already acutely aware of her scent—that delicious lilac, strawberry, and vanilla mixed with the sweetness of her arousal—but in the confined interior of the car, it’s even more potent.

Keeping my eyes on the road, I grip the wheel with one hand and reach over to slip the other between her legs. Pushing the wet crotch of her panties aside, I slide two fingers into her, filling her up the best way I can right now.

“Ride my fingers,” I tell her gruffly. “Get yourself off on my hand. It will help.”

Ava nods, reaching down to wrap her delicate fingers around my forearm. She rolls her hips, fucking herself on my fingers, and I clench my jaw so hard that the muscles in my cheeks ache. She keeps going, using her grip on my forearm to guide my fingers in and out of her slick pussy, and I flick my thumb back and forth over her clit to increase the sensations.

For just a second, I chance taking my gaze off the road and flick a glance in her direction. Her eyes are closed, her mouth partway open, her head tipped back against the headrest as she works toward a climax.

“There you go. We’re almost back,” I tell her, my spent cock already hardening again. “Make yourself come.”

Following her urging, I fuck her faster with my fingers, never letting up on her clit. She comes just as I’m making the turn onto our driveway to pull into the garage, and the sound she makes is so fucking sexy that I almost crash the car into the side of the house. I course correct and roll into the garage, then flick the ignition off and turn toward Ava.

She’s shuddering softly with the last aftershocks of the climax, and I slide my fingers out of her and out from beneath her skirt. They’re covered with my cum and her sweet arousal, and I hold them up to her lips.

“Taste yourself,” I tell her. “Taste us. Can you taste how much I want you? How wild you make me?”

Her eyes pop open, and she lunges forward, wrapping her lips around my fingers and practically deep-throating them in her eagerness. I groan as she swirls her tongue around them, letting her lick away every drop before I finally slide them out from between her lips.

Then I’m out of the car in a heartbeat, striding around the front and wrenching her door open. I unbuckle her and pull her back into my arms, heat filling me at the way her arms and legs wrap around me. Her skirt rides up, and I know her soaked panties and ass must be on full display—but the only people who will be able to see her now are my fellow pack mates, so I don’t care.

She presses open-mouthed kisses along my neck, making the urge to rut her rise up inside me all over again as I stalk into the house with the delicate Omega wrapped in my arms.

Garrett is in the living room, and he looks up as soon as we step inside. He’s on his feet a half second later, his nostrils flaring as Ava’s scent hits him full on.

“What—” He starts toward us.

“Ava’s heat has started,” I say curtly, knowing he won’t need to hear more than that. “We need to get her to her nest.”

He nods immediately, and we head for the stairs.

Caleb and Ethan are halfway down by the time we reach the bottom of the steps, probably drawn by Ava’s scent, but they both reverse direction as soon as they see us, leading the way up to the second floor and toward Ava’s room.

Our Omega needs us.

And now all four of us can take care of her.