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Nolan

I disconnect the call as the elevator stops at the fifty-third floor. Informing my dad that Ava and I would be missing dinner tomorrow night brought a huge smile to my face. Telling your dad that your girl is in heat is a special kind of awkward, but there was no way around it.

I step off the elevator. My security stands in front of the door to our shared suite, and the relief that washes over me makes me realize just how tense I am. Ava’s heat has me by the throat, and I need to see her with my own eyes.

“Mr. Szasz, good evening,” Rick, my head of security, says.

“Hey, guys. No one is to open this door. When room service arrives, text me.”

“Not a problem, sir,” the other guard, Jamison, confirms.

I swipe my card across the panel, the door swings open, and I catch the subtle scent of my Omega. She smells like the most intoxicating bouquet of roses and sweet almond cake sprinkled with powdered sugar. I wouldn’t be surprised if her Omega scent is embedded in every surface throughout the suite.

Looking around, I see different levels of destruction and disassembly in the once-pristine suite.

The casino spared no expense with the VIP suite, but it wasn’t designed with my Omega’s heat in mind.

There are pillows from the couch and spare blankets from the wide-open cabinet strewn all over the floor.

I glance at the minibar, where a variety of unopened snacks are scattered on the surface.

The kitchenette counter holds the food Stella must have brought for Ava earlier, but none looks touched. She hasn’t eaten, and I know I must remedy that immediately. I’ll have no problem helping her break her heat, no matter how long it takes, but she’ll need her energy. We both will.

I load a plate with a sandwich and some fruit. Treats for a distressed Omega are paramount. I look for her favorite donut, raspberry filled topped with powdered sugar, but there aren’t any in the box. I settle on a simple glazed donut, which, even though it’s not her favorite, will have to do.

The lights have been dimmed to a subdued glow, telling me Ava’s sensitive to light in her current state. As I move toward the stairs, I make a note of every change in the suite, cataloging her preferences for her future heats. My role as her Alpha is important, and her comfort is my priority.

I take the stairs three at a time and enter the upstairs walkway with its glass railing, overlooking the suite below.

When I reach the guest room where Ava slept last night, her scent is stronger.

Blooming roses and almonds are fast becoming my favorite combination.

Entering the room, I take in the destruction.

All the blankets and pillows have been stripped from the bed, leaving only the crisp white sheets.

Her suitcase is overturned, and all her clothes are in a heap on the floor.

Glancing at the open closet, I notice the extra pillows and blankets are missing.

I can’t help but grin. My tiny Omega has no problem taking what she needs.

I can’t help but feel a little dismayed at how long I had to leave her alone in this state, but there wasn’t much I could do without upsetting someone.

Her, or my band and our fans, an impossible choice.

I just hope I made the right call. If she’s upset with me, I deserve everything she throws my way.

I glance in the bathroom, and it’s empty. Where is she? The shower is dry, and her clothes from today are piled in the corner. My heart thunders in my chest at the thought of finally seeing my girl naked and ready for me. My cock hardens, and I can’t help but move on in search of my needy Omega.

Walking farther down the hall, I take in the view of the Strip below us through the suite’s floor-to-ceiling windows.

I know it will pale in comparison to the beautiful girl waiting for me.

Flashes of my Ava and her delicious curves have me desperately seeking her out.

I’ve seen hundreds of girls naked, but they’re all meaningless memories.

I can’t picture a single one as I reach the master bedroom.

Taking a deep breath, I taste her roses and almond sweetness in the air. She smells divine. I open the door, and her scent hits me like a sledgehammer. I inhale...and freeze.

In the center of my large bed is the most breathtaking sight I have ever seen.

My girl is buried in the center of a meticulous nest, like an offering.

She’s splayed out on top of my favorite shirt.

The one I wore when I met her for the first time.

If that’s not a sign of fate, I don’t know what is.

This girl was mine for the taking from the moment she entered my life.

As I walk to the foot of the bed, I take in the sight of her slick-drenched thighs, spread to accommodate her wet fingers as they frantically beat against her clit and thrust into her soaked pussy.

Her lacey cream-colored bra has been yanked down under her beautiful breasts, and the rest of her is bare.

Her hair is a disheveled mess, and her eyes are closed.

I clear my throat. Her eyes snap open, and the grin she gives me is nothing short of wicked. This girl is killing me with one look. She aims straight for my heart, and I need her.

Two fingers slide in deep, “Nolan?” she practically whines. My name on her lips is like the sweetest song.

“Yeah, baby. I’m here.” I move closer to her nest of white sheets, colorful pillows, and blue and purple blankets woven in, providing her comfort.

“I’ve been waiting. I need you.”

“I’m so sorry. I’ll make it up to you.” I swallow thickly. “Ava, I need to ask you something. It’s important.”

“Go ahead and ask me.”

“Do you want me to break your heat, or do you just want me to assist you in breaking your own?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Nolan. I want you so badly.”

I zero in on her wet fingers, now leisurely stroking her clit, and I shake my thoughts loose.

I try to focus on anything but my needy girl getting herself off unsuccessfully in her nest. Licking my lips, I lean over the bed, careful of the piled-up pillows surrounding her.

“Sweetness, are you gonna give me a taste?”

My words register, and she scrambles to her knees, giving me an unobstructed view of her pale creamy tits and tight rosy nipples.

I open my mouth, begging for a taste of her.

She smiles sweetly and carefully slips her moist fingers past my lips and glides them over my tongue.

The flavor of her slick has me nearly crashing to the floor on my knees in supplication to her.

Her rich honey flavor explodes in my mouth, with sweetness and subtle rosewater notes.

My rattled groan as I savor it has her moaning in response.

Swiping my tongue around her fingers, I suck hard to take in every last drop and then pull away from the little vixen in my bed.

“Delicious. You taste so good.”

She perfumes at my praise, her scent getting even more potent.

I know that pleasing my girl with sweet words and giving her the attention she deserves as my Omega is important.

“You’ve been such a good girl for me, building your soft nest for us, but I need to take care of your needs, sweetness.

” Holding the food out to her in offering, I say sternly, “I need you to eat everything on this plate.”

She rolls her eyes at me and glares. “But I don’t need food. If I did, I would have eaten it.”

The saucy minx. “Omega, you need as much energy as you can get for what I have in store for you. You need to eat everything on this plate while I shower to clean up after the show. I don’t want to ruin your nest with unwelcome scents.”

Her head tilts, and she breathes deeply, smelling the surrounding air. She can probably smell the remnants of the show, scents other than my own. She nods in agreement and holds out her hands.

I hand her the food and grin when she grabs the donut first. “No, Ava. You need to eat everything else first. The donut is for last.”

She gives me an angry pout, and it’s almost funny coming from her; I’ve never seen her so upset. “Why?”

“I need to ensure you eat nutritious food first.”

She glares at me again with the heat of a thousand suns, and I can’t hold in my laugh. Seeing this side of her makes me feel like the luckiest bastard alive. No one else will ever see my Omega naked again. Mine, only mine.

She grabs the sandwich and takes a big, aggressive bite, proving that she’s still my good girl underneath her frustration. There’s nothing about her I don’t love. I can’t believe that this woman will be mine for the rest of eternity. What did I do to get so lucky?

“That’s my girl.” I push her hair out of her face and look into her beautiful silver eyes. “You’re making me so happy. After my shower, I’ll make you feel better.”

She nods and sits back in her nest with her plate in her lap. I remind myself to get her some water when I finish taking my shower.

I smirk as I make my way to the bathroom. My room hasn’t fared well. The lights on either side of the bed are so dim they’re almost pointless. My closet has been dismantled, there are empty hangers strewn about on the floor, and all that’s left inside are my jacket, my shoes, and my empty suitcase.

In the bathroom I undress and turn on the water.

With Ava this deep into her heat, if I entered her nest smelling of the concert and the women in the crowd, or even of Stella, Ava’s brain wouldn’t be able to differentiate between friends and what her instincts would tell her is competition.

She might have gone feral and rejected me on sight.