Page 20 of Rejected Nanny Mate (Crystal Creek Wolves #3)

I couldn't believe I'd been so reckless as to ask, or even look down when I knew exactly what I'd find. A clear, unavoidable sign that Joe wanted something from me far beyond the healings I'd been giving him.

From the second I'd heard him call for me and rushed into the bathroom, the odd pressure in my chest that I'd been attributing to my anxiety had intensified.

Not only that, it had dropped lower, into the core of me, and began to spread.

I had no idea what it meant, but each time I looked at Joe, touched him, healed him, it pulsed, growing.

It'd been less than an hour since he'd yelled for me, but already, the warm pressure was making me reckless.

I was aching for something, but I had no idea what it was. I was entranced by his naked body, the hard lines of his muscles, and the smattering of dark hair on his chest.

Then, I'd seen how hard he was for me, and the thickness of his length between the towel, and the pressure in my core all but exploded, making me almost double over with need. “Is there...more that you need from me?”

“Yes. There is.”

In the next instant, I was pressed up against the wall, the robe around my body had somehow come undone, and Joe was kissing me.

It was nothing like the careful first kiss we'd shared so long ago.

This was a hungry, desperate thing, his tongue sliding over mine as his hands cupped my face.

My heart was racing, and my skin felt like it was on fire. I couldn't get close enough.

The pressure was still there, but instead of hurting, it was a dull throbbing, and I could feel my panties starting to get wet. Not from the water anymore, but from an emptiness inside of me that needed filling.

I'd been so busy, and had so much on my mind, I hadn't noticed the change in myself, and had no idea what was happening to me, but it felt good, and when Joe pulled back, his breathing labored, I felt like I was being pulled under some inescapable tide.

“Joe,” I panted. “Joe, I feel...”

His nostrils flared, and he inhaled deeply, his green eyes going dark as his pupils expanded. His face underwent several sudden changes—shock, which bled into lust, and then, finally, hunger. “Gwendolyn. You're in heat.”

“What?”

He kissed me again, and I arched my back, pressing against him. With nothing but my soaked bra between me and Joe's chest, my nipples were so hard it was almost painful. I wanted him so badly.

“Your heat,” he repeated. “You're burning for me, aren't you, Omega?”

Logically, I knew what he meant, but I'd never had a heat before.

Most Omegas presented and immediately had their first heat, but my presentation was more subdued, and I'd always thought I was an Omega in name only.

Nayeli and I were the same age, and she'd already had several.

I'd chalked it up to just another thing that was wrong with me, or different.

“I-I don't understand,” I panted.

A bit of clarity came over his expression, and he pulled back enough to look me in the eye. “'Gwen...have you really never had a heat before?”

I shook my head, and I heard him laugh softly.

“Fuck. Your first heat here with me. How in the hell did I get so lucky?”

Joe took a step back, and the loss of contact was physically painful.

It was so unlike the feelings I was used to, but the only way I could explain them was to say they were the exact opposite of anxiety.

Where my fears and anxieties were like a constant thrum of energy under my skin, a low, ever-present hum that was impossible to ignore, this was like a warm blanket that was being slowly unwound, layer by layer, until I was raw and exposed.

“Take off your robe, Gwendolyn, and let me see you.”

I could hear the growl of the wolf in his voice, and it sent a shiver through me. The fact that he was still so calm, so controlled, was a huge contrast to the chaotic thoughts running through my head.

My hands were trembling as I slid the straps of the robe down and shrugged the thin material away. It was already halfway down my torso, and when it hit the floor, I was standing in front of him in nothing but wet undergarments.

“The bra, too.”

With a nod, I reached behind my back and unhooked the bra, letting it join the puddle of silk at my feet.

“Now,” he whispered, his eyes fixed on my bare breasts. “Touch them.”

“What?”

“Touch your tits. Play with your nipples. Let me see you.”

There was a commanding edge to his voice that made me shiver.

“I don't know if I can—”

“You can.”

I was hesitant, but the second my fingertips brushed my nipples, I let out a loud, breathy moan. It was like someone had plugged me into a socket. My whole body was lit up with sensations, and all I could do was rub at my stiff, aching nipples, whimpering.

“Fuck,” Joe cursed. “You're a sight. Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?”

I could tell. The towel was tenting and straining against the shape of his cock, and the urge to run over and rip it away was overwhelming.

“Please. Please. Joe. I don't know what's happening.”

“I'm going to show you. Get on the bed.”

I stumbled out of the bathroom, and when my knees hit the mattress, I sank onto it, still playing with my tits. My hips were rolling, and the feeling in my center was getting more and more intense.

“That's it, baby,” Joe crooned, stepping closer and pulling the towel away, finally. He was naked, and his cock was the most amazing thing I'd ever seen. Hard, and thick, and big, and beautiful, and it was pointing right at me.

“Please. Please,” I panted. “Joe, please. What's happening? Why do I need you so badly?”

“Shhh,” he said, his hand stroking his cock as he looked down at me. “Just feel, Gwendolyn.”

I was trying, but I didn't know how. The feeling was so strong, and so different, and it was consuming me.

“What is this, Joe?”

“You're in heat,” he repeated. “Your Omega body needs its Alpha.”

“But you're not—”

“I'm your Alpha. For tonight, at least. I'm yours, Gwen.”

The warmth of his words went straight to my core, and it was like he'd flipped a switch inside me.

“Fuck,” I groaned.

“Do you like hearing that, Omega?”

“God, yes.”

“Do you want to be mine?”

“Yessss.”

“Do you want to be claimed?”

“Oh...yes...”

“Good.” He was stroking his cock harder, faster, and the muscles of his arm flexed. “Are you wet for me, Gwen?”

“Yes,” I whined, and to prove it, I rolled my hips and rubbed the soaked, thin material between my legs.

Joe had been hanging on by a thread, but that had been enough to break him, and then he was in the bed with me, pulling me into his arms as his mouth crashed down on mine.

Distantly, beyond my need, I could tell that he was trying to keep things slow, but the scent of my heat and the tension that had finally snapped between us was undoing him, just like it was me.

Joe's kiss was deep, and he grabbed my chin, tilting my face so he could slide his tongue between my lips.

I'd never known anyone could taste so good. My hands were gripping his arms, and his fingers were digging into my back, and when he bit down on my lip gently, a bolt of pleasure shot through me, straight to my pussy.

“Oh,” I gasped, and then he was pulling away and pushing me down onto the pillows. He kissed his way down my neck, sucking and biting at the tender skin. When he got to my breasts, he licked one nipple, then the other, teasing me.

“God,” I sighed. “Why does this feel so good?”

“Because you're mine,” he growled. “And I'm yours.”

I didn't know what that meant, and the confusion must have shown on my face.

“Shhh,” Joe said. “We'll talk later. We have forever to talk. Right now, all you need to do is feel.”

I didn't have to be told twice. The second Joe’s tongue swiped across the tip of my breast, a loud moan escaped me, and I arched into the touch. Joe was a master, switching his attention back and forth between my nipples, sucking, biting, and licking, and driving me insane.

“You're so responsive,” he said, his hands skimming up my thighs and spreading them apart. “I bet you're even more sensitive here.”

“Please.”

“Please, what?”

“More.”

Joe's grin was feral, showing the dimple in his cheek as his green eyes gleamed. “Yes, ma'am.”

The next thing I knew, he was moving down the bed, his tongue licking a trail down the middle of my torso, over the swell of my stomach, and to the edge of the panties.

“God, Gwen. These are so fucking soaked.” He groaned, and the vibrations were enough to send another tremor of need through me. “Let's get rid of these, shall we?”

He wasted no time in sliding the panties down, and the moment they were gone, he leaned forward, burying his face in the soft, dark curls that were at the apex of my thighs. Instinctively, my hands shot down to tangle in his hair, body rolling against him so I could get closer to his sinful mouth.

“Fuck,” he hissed. “You're perfect. So damn sweet.”

I had no response. There was no space in my mind for words.

All I could do was moan, and gasp, and squirm as Joe's tongue parted my lips and ran the length of me, tasting me from bottom to top.

He swirled around my clit, and when he sucked the bundle of nerves into his mouth, I thought I might die from the pleasure.

“So good,” he murmured, his fingers joining his tongue and lips. One of his thick, calloused digits teased my entrance, and I felt myself getting even wetter. It was a tight fit, but I was so slick that he was able to make slow, steady progress as he pressed into me.

“That's it, baby. Just relax.”

He was speaking to me, but I was too far gone to answer. His finger was moving slowly in and out of me, gaining depth each time, but suddenly, he reached some sort of barrier inside me, and he froze. I whimpered at the loss of sensation, but his voice was oddly serious as he asked.

“Gwen...are you a virgin?”