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Chapter Sixteen

M y pulse pounds in my ears, the scent of cotton candy thick in the air. So sweet, so decadent.

Mine.

The roaring need in my veins is nearly impossible to quell, a drug I want more of. I’m ready to swan dive between those glorious thighs and never come up for air. The other girls wander away into the den; their voices fade completely, and all I can see is her. Posie stares at me, her mouth slightly open as if surprised by my words. Her glossy brown hair is trussed up in a messy bun, and she’s wearing the cutest pajamas with little hearts all over the pants. A tank top barely covers her breasts, and that’s just fine with me.

One little pull …

Posie’s friends come back into the hallway, and I can’t help the growl that rumbles from my chest. It’s animalistic, completely uncivilized. But if they don’t leave soon, I won’t be responsible for what they see.

“Time to go, ladies,” I snap, causing fire to shoot from Emma’s eyes. She meets my stare for longer than a beta should be able to but ultimately cedes to my dominance. Mari, far more passive, is already gathering her things at lightning speed, ready to flee.

“Posie, it’s up to you if we go or not. He can’t make me do anything,” Emma promises, and the grip on my beast slips. I only get three days alone with my girl, and I’m not planning on sharing a second of it. What we do during those days is completely up to her, but these women have to go.

“No. It’s okay,” Posie says. The scent of her slick punches through me, and I barely contain my groan. A wet spot appears on the leg of her pants, and my already hard cock becomes a steel beam, pitching a tent that’s painfully obvious.

Emma frowns, glancing between the two of us before pulling Posie in for a hug. I growl at the contact, but she just stares me down with a snide grin on her face.

“Your fame won’t save you from me, Pretty Boy,” she dares to throw down, and I snarl in response, stalking forward with my hindbrain clearly in control.

My omega. My omega.

Mari dares to get between us, pulling Emma away and whispering something in her ear that even my superior Alpha hearing can’t pick up. It’s enough to calm the blonde’s mama bear instincts, and it forces her to release my girl and gather her things. She side-eyes me the whole time, but all my focus is on Posie. Her pupils dilate, and her chest heaves as though she’s just run a marathon. Our connection arcs between us like lightning in a storm.

The girls rush out like their asses are on fire, sensing the growing tension between us. I slam the door behind them, locking it before prowling toward my sweet Puff. Her breathing hitches, and her scent deepens with desire. Without the blockers, I catch every emotional fluctuation. I can’t wait until we’re bonded so she’ll live inside my chest.

“Did your phone break?” I ask, advancing toward her. She swallows hard but shakes her head, walking backward until she presses against the wall. Her throat convulses, the pulse point at her collarbone fluttering. My teeth ache.

Bite. Claim. Mine.

“So, you’ve been ignoring me?” I growl, reaching to run my thumb across her lips. They part with a quick burst of air against my finger, but she says nothing. Nodding again.

“Did you think you could get away with hiding from me?” The hold on my base instincts is tenuous at best, and I shake, maintaining my stranglehold on the beast within. Her body calls to me, the need pulsing in the room, demanding I care for my omega.

“W-where’s Owen? Is he okay?” She rasps, her voice thick.

“He’s fine,” I croon, getting closer. We’re mere inches apart, and her sweet breath hitches. Posie squirms, and a fresh burst of her slick perfumes the air between us, causing my cock to leak. “He went to see an omega through her heat.”

“You didn’t want to go, too?” Her eyes peer up at me, vulnerability shining through. Posie’s body sways toward mine, pulled by an invisible magnet she’s never quite understood. It’s like her heart recognizes me, but her anosmia stops her brain from catching up.

It’s time she figures it out.

“No. There’s only one omega I ever want to see through her heat,” I murmur in her ear, bending forward to rub my cheek against hers, mingling our scents. It’s smooth, so smooth, and I run my nose along her throat until I reach the spot where her collarbones connect, the place where her scent is strongest.

I’ve never been this close to paradise before, and I never want to leave. The need to touch her, taste her, consume her grows more powerful. Giving into my instincts, I lave my tongue against the delicate column of her neck, letting out a rumbling purr when goosebumps explode along her flesh. She shivers below me, and I press my body against hers, sandwiching her between me and the wall. For a moment, I wonder if she’ll protest or fight, but the exact opposite happens.

All the stress leeches from her body, and she drops her head to the side, allowing me better access to nip and suck at her sweet, sweet skin. Moaning and writhing against my assault, she spreads her legs, allowing the scent of her slick to swirl through the room. A tornado of need and lust.

“Miller, please,” she groans, turning into an inferno below my fingers. Her skin warms to a level that’s impossible to ignore—a heat spike.

The time for talking is over.

Posie’s eyes cloud with desire, and my hard-fought control snaps .

“Tell me what you need, omega,” I demand, reaching for the waistband of her now-soaked pajama pants. “My fingers, my mouth, my cock.”

I offer her everything I have. I’ve been saving it all for her, never doing so much as thinking about another woman. Her belly pulls taut under my fingertips, and she cries out, clutching my arms with razor-sharp nails. Needy and whining. Just for me. The little bite of pain spurs me on.

“Tell me,” I bark, and her head lolls to the side.

“I need to come,” she begs so prettily, tears rolling down her cheeks.

“May I?” I ask, gripping her pants and waiting to tug them down. I want her with every fiber of my being, every part of my soul, my complete heart—I would rather break my own fingers than touch her without enthusiastic consent.

“Please, hurry,” she cries, resting her head against my chest and sucking in deep breaths. I still for a moment, hoping she’ll catch my scent…

But I wait too long, and she lets out the cutest angry mewl, like a kitten swiping at a lion, before shoving her pants over her hips. The material pools at her feet, and she kicks them away, revealing her bare sex. Absolutely no panties. Little minx.

My cock hardens painfully, but I ignore it, completely transfixed by the beauty before me. Her chest heaves below the tiny top, threatening to spill into my waiting palms. It’s taking too long, and I can’t let anything keep her from me.

The thin straps snap beneath my grip. She cries out as the material shreds, allowing me to gaze at all her perfection. Luscious breasts with perfect rose-tipped nipples call me like a siren song, and I catch her at the waist, lifting until those perky tits are high enough to devour. My mouth waters, and my instincts sing.

My Puff’s legs wrap around me, kicking at my back and drawing me closer, like she’s afraid I’ll leave her unsatisfied, but she need not worry. I may be a virgin, but my instincts know what to do—how to care for my omega and leave her breathless over and over again.

Slick soaks my shirt as my lips draw one sensitive nipple into my mouth. My tongue lashes the little bud before I suck hard enough to have her screaming my name, crying for more. I switch, giving the other side my attention, alternating with little nips and sucks until her nipples are red and swollen and her breasts are covered with my marks.

“Can I taste your pretty pussy?” I ask, lifting my eyes to meet her lusty gaze before sucking hard on her abused flesh. Posie writhes against me, seeking more pressure, and her mouth drops open as she nods.

“Words,” I command, needing to hear her say it. To tell me she wants me. “Tell me you want me to lick you. To feast on your slick.”

“Yes, Miller.” she cries. Slipping my hands under her silken thighs, I hoist her up the wall and onto my shoulders. Thank goodness for vaulted ceilings. Her puffy pink pussy glistens before me—a promise land I’ve been waiting for my whole life.

Holy fuck, is this real?

All my fantasies have come to life, and I almost want to take a moment to pinch myself and make sure it isn’t all a dream. But then again, if it is, I have no desire to wake up .

My mouth waters, and I spread her legs further, keeping her completely at my mercy. Her hands dig into my hair, tugging at the roots as I press an open-mouthed kiss against her core. The sugary sweetness of cotton candy is stronger here, better than I could have imagined. I dart out my tongue to lick between her folds before pressing it deep inside to find the source.

If there’s a heaven, it must taste like this.

All my years of pent-up frustration and longing finally culminate in this moment, and I lose my mind, eating at her like a starving man. There’s no finesse. All my reading on how to please a woman flies out of my head; I devour her.

Posie cries out, arching against the wall and pressing herself against my mouth. The rolling of her hips spurns me on, coating my entire face in her slippery slick. My omega's beautiful brown eyes widen, watching me. Our gazes lock. Emotion swells, filling the room as we watch one another, every gasp, every cry letting me know what she likes.

Soon enough, I find the perfect rhythm, licking her cunt, swirling my over-eager tongue over her sensitive clit, then sucking that little bundle of nerves until she shakes with need. Her eyes roll back, and her breasts bounce in rhythm as she undulates wildly. A fresh gush of slick wets my chin, bathing me in the glory of her essence, and I want nothing more than for her to shatter.

“Oh. Yes. Right. There.” Her hips jump now with every pass, her clit red and pulsing.

So sensitive. So mine.

She’s close. And I won’t be denied.

“Come for me. Come now,” I growl, then nip her clit hard before sucking the sting away. The storm of her orgasm reaches a fever pitch before it breaks over her. Posie wails, her whole body convulsing with the power of her pleasure. Her toes curl, and the flavor of her slick becomes even sweeter.

Delicious.

Languidly, I lap it all like a man possessed, not wanting to let a single drop escape as she comes down from her release. Posie glows with satisfaction, gifting me with a tired smile, and possessiveness surges through my veins once again.

Gripping her softly rounded hips, I guide my sweet Puff down the wall until I can claim her mouth, licking at the seam. With a content sigh, she opens for me, and I press my advantage, slipping my tongue inside, claiming her.

My heavy cock strains against the front of my pants, and I can’t help but grind it against her sensitive pussy, pleased by the sharp burst of her perfume that saturates the air. She whines deep in her throat, the sensation too much and not enough. But she need not fear. I’ll take care of everything.

I shove my carnal needs back, focusing on her and only her.

We kiss until she’s breathless, her lips swollen and red. And then I reach between our bodies, using the rough pad of my thumb to circle her sensitive clit, playing with her body until it’s strung tighter than a bow.

Breaking our kiss, I lean down to whisper in her ear, “You’re mine forever. Mine to keep. Mine to bond. Mine to bite.”

With a growl, I drop my head to suck hard on her neck before raking my teeth over the spot where she’ll wear my mark. High for everyone to see.

Posie twists her head in submission, allowing me even better access. I clamp down but don’t break the skin. That’s for her heat. Her nipples harden, her clit pulses under my ministrations, her belly tightens, and she moans lustily as she comes again. Overwhelmed by it all.

My own needs come roaring back. Gritting my teeth, I fight the nearly unbearable instinct to whip out my cock and shove it deep inside her hot, wet pussy. I want her saturated in my scent, my seed dripping from her abused hole as I knot her over and over and over. The only thing that maintains my hold on my sanity is taking deep hits of her scent to calm the feral beast and stop my rut from taking over. My hips piston of their own accord, grinding against her.

Stop. Stop. Stop.

The room grows hazy, red tinges the edge of my vision, and my cock grows even harder, straining against the material of my pants. Fighting for control, I twist my head, sink my teeth into my own forearm, and let go.

My knot expands painfully at my base, and ribbons of cum coat the inside of my pants, sticky and not remotely comfortable. But the irritation and post-nut clarity are just what I need to put my Alpha back in his box. I breathe deeply, then drop my forehead against Posie’s.

“You’re such a good girl,” I praise, loving the pink blush that spreads across her cheeks. My sweet girl’s eyes droop with exhaustion, and I swing her bridal style into my arms. She fits against me perfectly, her soft curves filling my palms, pressing against all my hard planes. Most of all, filling all the cold pieces of my heart.

“You don’t need to carry me,” she says, her words slurred as she presses her face into my neck. “I can walk. ”

“No,” I growl, tightening my grip.

Soggy and stiff, I make my way toward her bedroom with my pants sticking to my legs. Every move makes a loud, squelching sound, but I ignore it, my mind entirely focused on getting my omega snuggled in some blankets.

We finally make it to her room, and I glance down to see her dozing in my arms. Her mouth is open slightly, her chest rising and falling in rhythm. The fact that she trusts me enough to fall asleep like this hits me square in the chest, filling it with the hope that it won’t be long before we’re mated.

Years of longing, waiting on the sidelines, and keeping her safe from the shadows are finally coming to fruition. Posie’s scent calms, becoming sweeter, the spike leaving as quickly as it came.

It’s now or never. And never isn’t an option.

Glancing around, I decide that her bed is the best option. Though I want to clean her up, rest is the most important thing for an omega after a heat spike, so I pull back her soft blue covers and gently place her onto the mattress.

For a moment, I stand there, watching her sleep and debate whether I should climb in with her. But the mess in my pants makes it clear that cleaning up is necessary, so I surround her with soft blankets until she’s a snug little omega burrito, then head toward her ensuite to shower. Not wanting to go too far from my heart.

Fuck the guest room. My place is here.