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Chapter Thirty-One

I should probably care more about how my brother feels. But with Miller’s palm stroking my knee as we head for his apartment, I can’t find it in myself to give a shit.

Maybe I’m broken, but all I want is to get us home and out of our clothes. Watching him go nearly feral defending me… well, let’s just say I need a change of underwear. The soaked material squishes uncomfortably between my legs while I try to focus on the surrounding traffic.

Driving has become easier with each of Miller’s lessons, but it still gives me anxiety.

“You okay, Puff?” he asks, the nickname much sweeter now that I know its origins.

“Totally fine. We both know he’ll come around. Owen doesn’t like change,” I say, expertly guiding us into a parking spot below Miller’s building. Once I move the gearshift into park, I fist-pump, pride filling me at making it home without any coaxing. “Plus, he’s still sore you didn’t join his pack.”

Miller bends over the center console, grasps my chin, and my mouth goes dry. A wicked smile twists the ends of his lips. “Let’s stop worrying about your brother and focus on making you sore,” he says, and my mind short circuits, melting me on the spot.

Yes, that, please.

He gives me a way-too-brief kiss before hopping from the car and walking around it to open my door. Dazed, I step out, acutely aware of the palm pressing into the small of my back, guiding me through the maze of the apartment complex. My brain runs amok with all the things we haven’t tried that I want to, and before I know it, we reach the apartment door.

Miller allows it to swing open, ushering me inside before slamming and locking it. Gripping my wrist, he spins me, pressing my back to the wall with a growl.

“Fuck, you smell good. Your perfume is the stuff of dreams.” He drops his mouth, sucking and licking across my neck as though trying to devour me. “Gonna bite right here.”

The words come out on a growl that has me answering with a soft moan, imagining the moment his teeth will pierce my flesh and allow our bond to snap into place. This is all happening so damn fast, but it feels so right. Every touch, every look nurtures my omega, allowing me to feel whole in a way I haven’t since coming into my designation.

“Right there,” I agree, swallowing hard. His hard cock presses against my belly, and need burns through me. My hands travel down his sides, across the hard planes of his abdomen, until coming to rest on the outline of his steel shaft. Palming him through his pants, excitement courses through me as it twitches at my attention.

“I have something for you, sweet omega,” he rasps, grinding against me.

“I think I know what it is,” I tease, tugging at his waistband.

“Bet you don’t.” Miller bends down, grabbing the backs of my legs and lifting me. I throw my arms around his neck with a startled cry, gripping his hips with my thighs as he walks us toward the kitchen. Once there, he slides me onto the countertop and steps back to open the drawer.

The man is an adonis, all muscles and hot-as-hell tattoos, sparkling blue eyes, and a face that would make the gods weep. And he’s my scent match. It seems impossible that someone like him could end up with someone like me, yet here we are.

I can see the headlines now.

‘Hottest Man Alive Matches with Frumpy Omega.’

Once the tabloids find out what’s going to happen? Will he realize I’m not good enough and reject me?

We’ve been stuck in a happy little secret bubble—but now Owen knows, and soon everyone else will, too. Rapid breaths whoosh from me, making the room tilt. Vulnerability pulses through me, so I sit up taller, fixing my clothing to hide my extra pudge and running my hands through my hair to look my best. He notices, eyes searing through me and making me squirm more.

“What’s wrong?” Miller brings his hand out of the drawer, something glinting in the light, but I can’t make it out.

“Nothing,” I mumble, shifting on the counter. “What’s in your hand?”

My attempt to shift the direction of the conversation is an abysmal failure, and he slants his head to the side, leaning in until I can feel his heat between my legs.

“Nope—first, I want to know what made your sugary scent go all burned.” Embarrassment creeps up my neck. I stare at my toes, trying to decide if I want to answer his question or take part in the ancient art of deflection.

“It didn’t!” I exclaim; guess we’re choosing deflection in the form of a toddler tantrum.

Nice going, idiot.

With a grunt, he swings me into his arms and starts walking into the living room.

“Put me down. I’m too heavy.” The outburst gives way too much away, and I wish I could take it back.

“Well, that’s news to me.” He sits on the big, squishy gray couch that takes up most of the space, keeping me firmly astride him as the soft material molds to our bodies. Miller’s hands rub along my thighs, but when I move to shift off him, they suddenly turn to iron grips, keeping me firmly in place. His cock presses against my core, rubbing against the seam of my jeans.

“You weren’t too heavy when I lifted you onto my shoulders and buried my face in your pussy,” he argues, voice deepening with every word and making me shiver .

“You weren’t too heavy when I made you sit on my lap for driving lessons.” He arches, thrusting against me to create the most delicious friction.

“Or when I carried you to bed.” I moan at the dirty reminders. “So, tell me what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours.”

His hands snake under the soft jersey, sliding until they reach the opening of my jeans. Doing my best to suck in my gut, I hold my body rigid, trying to keep the words from tumbling out.

“Tell me, Puff. I can’t make it better if you don’t talk to me.” Miller unsnaps the button deftly, making my core slick. The tines of the zipper are loud in the quiet space—each one a mini jolt that makes me wetter with anticipation. Our rapid breathing fills the room.

The words come unbidden to my lips—the last piece I need to complete the puzzle of our relationship. Knowing he doesn’t blame me for his parents’ death, doesn’t hate me for surviving when they died… Now that he’s made it clear I’m his scent match, his one true mate, only one question remains…

“Would you be attracted to me if… if we weren’t…” I swallow hard around the giant lump that’s formed in my throat, wishing I hadn’t asked. Miller is an honest man, a good man, and I know that I’ve just put him in a terrible spot. “There are millions of other women in the world… so much prettier… and the other day the de-scenter…”

His hand cracks against my ass, the noise surprising me more than the sting that barely pierces through the thick material of my jeans. My babbling cuts off, and I gape at Miller stupidly.

“Take your pants off, Puff,” he demands with a rumbly growl. I frown, unsure where this is going, but comply, scrambling off his legs backward and nearly landing in a heap at his feet. Miller steadies me, making sure I’m all right before gesturing for me to continue. With shaking hands, I slide the jeans down my legs, letting them pool around my feet. Nervously, I straighten the jersey, making sure it’s covering as many of the dimples on my thighs as possible.

With our past couplings, it’s been all heat, lust, and low lights, but this slower burn has my heart thundering.

“Now, the panties.” Biting my lip, I do as he bids, letting the thick black underwear join my jeans. Miller gazes at me, his eyes hooded and darkened with desire. He lifts his hips from the couch, shoving his bottoms down and letting his dick spring free. The purple head slaps against his belly and he grips it tightly, staring at me as he strokes from root to tip.

“Look at what you do to me, Posie.” Pre-cum shines at the top, dribbling down his shaft.

“I’ve never gotten hard for another girl.” His hand flexes, gripping so much harder than I would.

“No one is prettier than you.” Unbidden, I step out of my clothing pile, placing one leg on either side of him and perching on his knees to get a better view. The tip of my tongue darts out, wetting my lips as I stare, completely transfixed, watching Miller fist his length.

And I get jealous of his hand.

With a hiss, I replace it with my own and trace the veins jutting along his shaft. He moans, and arousal slides down my legs. Miller grips my hips, sliding me forward until his cock parts my pussy lips .

“I don’t know what life would be like if you weren’t my match. Yes, I found out when we were still young, but that just means I never had to question if the perfect woman existed. I’ve always known you were meant for me.” Rising on my knees, I line his tip up with my entrance, and his face twists as though in pain. He locks his jaw, but I can see the control it takes for him not to force me down. Instead, he brings his fingers to the buttons of the jersey.

He pops the first one, and I slide him inside me just an inch, letting the stretch take my breath away.

Another button, another inch. We do this, gazing into each other’s eyes until he’s fully seated inside me, the stretch making me breathless. I’m so full that my heartbeat throbs in time with my pussy, making my bra-clad breasts heave.

“I love every part of you, Posie.” He pulls the cups down, giving my hard nipples relief as the cool air of the room hits them.

“These are stunning,” he says roughly, lifting them and giving each sensitive bud a sloppy kiss. “Just like every part of you.”

“But I have stretch marks,” I object, moaning when he rolls his hips while still deep inside me.

“Beautiful.” He tenderly floats his fingers over them.

“And freckles.”

“I can’t wait to count every. Fucking. One.” He punctuates each word with a tap to my clit that makes my legs quake.

“And Posie—you have so much more than physical beauty. Looks fade, we grow old, accidents happen. What you have is so much deeper than your gorgeous exterior.” His thumb finds my clit, rubbing it in slow circles that have pleasure building between my thighs.

“I don’t,” I whine, wiggling my hips, seeking the glorious friction only Miller can provide.

“You’re kind,” he says, fingers picking up speed.

“You’re loyal.” Faster.

“You’re talented and driven.” He adds pressure that has me moaning.

“And most of all, you’re home.” With a pinch to my clit, my eyes roll back in my head, and I detonate like a bomb. My pussy clamps down, gushing around his thick cock, and an animalistic scream splits the air.

Falling forward, I ride the waves, pressing my face into his neck and gulping in the hope of even the faintest whiff of his cinnamon sugar.

It happens. For a second, the scent of churro surrounds me, filling my nose and making every single nerve in my body light up.

“More. Knot, Alpha,” I babble, finally willing myself to let go. To open my heart and my mind to the possibility of forever.

“Anything you wish,” he grunts, eyes darkening with excitement. “Ride me, my perfect mate.”

Guiding my hips, he lifts me, thrusting hard enough to make me see stars.

And I do.