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Chapter Forty

T his house has always been the embodiment of hope, a dream of a future I wasn’t sure I deserved. But I wanted to. I’ve worked hard every day to make my parents proud, to be worthy of their legacy, and not get lost in the pain and anger of losing them.

It’s been lonely. So, fucking lonely.

But watching Posie smile and laugh while sitting on the kitchen counter, her cheeks red with merriment, is the first step toward putting all that behind me. Behind us. Suddenly, this mansion has a purpose instead of being an empty promise, and I can’t wait for Posie to make her every desire a reality. To one day grow our family and fill the rooms with chatter and joy .

Her contentment hums through the bond, reminding me I’ll never be alone again, not even in my own body. Love and delight swell within my chest until it’s a bubble ready to burst. Swamped by the emotions running rampant through me, I reach for my omega, who throws herself into my arms with wild abandon. Posie kisses me soundly and holds on tight as I snuggle her against me and spin us around, allowing our elation to resonate through the entire house.

“I love you so fucking much, Puff,” I say, nuzzling the neck of her robe to lick across her healing bond mark. The teeth-shaped bruise has already knit together nicely, showing no signs of infection, but my instincts demand I tend to it, and I enjoy every taste of her sugary skin.

Sweet, sweet omega.

“I love you too, Miller,” she sighs, angling her neck to offer me more space.

“I’m going to give you everything you ever wanted. Make you the happiest woman alive,” I promise, sliding my hands under her robe recklessly. I’ll never have enough of her. Never.

“You already have,” she whimpers, and the scent of her slick fills my nostrils. Crossing the kitchen in just two large strides, I lay her gently on the table, yanking the belt of her robe open. I bare all her smooth skin before my hungry gaze, and fuck, am I ready to feast.

“Are you sore?” I demand, needing to know how gently I should take her. Lifting her feet to the edge of the table, I smile when she drops her thighs open, flashing me a mouthwatering look at her puffy pink pussy. It’s still swollen from her heat but already dripping, wet, ready for me to make her see stars .

“A little,” she admits with a grimace. “But I still want you. Hard and fast.” I can feel the truth of her words. The need and desire already building low in her belly, mirroring my own. Stepping between her wide-open legs, I run my hands slowly down both thighs, gathering evidence of her arousal as I go. Her muscles twitch and quiver as I get closer to her center, and her breasts rise and fall with each gasping breath. She’s the most alluring thing I’ve ever seen. The only woman I’ll ever need, my perfect Puff.

By the time my hands reach her willing cunt, they’re already slippery with her juices, making it easy to slide in. My thumb comes up to tap her clit, while two fingers stretch her entrance, probing to ensure not in too much pain. Lifting my gaze to her beautiful face, I make sure she doesn’t wince or flinch as I increase the speed and pressure of my fingers.

I’ll never hurt her. Never break her trust.

Posie moans, arching toward me, eager for more. Her cheeks flush red, and she licks her lips, pupils dilating.

“Please, Miller,” she gasps. And I’m there in an instant, replacing my fingers with the ruddy tip of my cock. Our eyes lock together, our souls connecting as I fill her inch by inch. The warm, wet welcome of her pussy constricting over my aching cock is pure ecstasy. Rolling my hips, I slide in and out smoothly, building our pleasure with every driving thrust. Her emotions gallop up and down the bond, bringing us closer with every undulation.

“So good. So good,” she chants, moaning every time I go deep. Pulling her down the table, I raise her legs to my shoulders, bending her in two and driving in and out wildly. She’s close, so fucking close. And so am I. My balls tighten, pleasure coiling around my spine and making its way upward. The knot at the base of my cock swells, ready to lock inside my mate. Nirvana.

“Come, Puff. Come screaming my name,” I demand, sliding my hand between us to rub her throbbing clit. The extra pressure sends her tumbling over the edge with a cry as our bodies slap together.

“Miller! Miller! Miller!” she screams, thrashing her head as she tries to shove her pussy down onto my knot. Unwilling to wait, I give her exactly what she needs. With a hard thrust, my knot breaches her tight opening, expanding rapidly as I throw my head back and moan. My abs clench, and my cock kicks, releasing more cum than I thought I would be capable of after her heat.

The orgasm rolls over me. Heaven. Pure fucking heaven.

My legs shake, and I lock my knees, refusing to fall. Sliding my hands around her hips, I grip my girl then lift her toward me. Posie throws her arms around my neck, knowing just what I need. Careful not to tug on her entrance, I lower us onto one of the chairs surrounding the table, collapsing into it with a happy grunt. Posie melts into me, peppering little kisses along my jaw.

“I want to live inside you,” I tell her in a post-orgasmic haze. “Keep us knotted together every minute of every day.”

She giggles at my confession, snuggling me so good.

“It might be hard to catch baseballs with me on your dick…” she laughs, and I mock-growl, hugging her for all I’m worth.

“I don’t care,” I pout. “I’ll just quit.”

She snorts adorably and twists her fingers in my hair, gazing up at me lovingly. “In that case, sounds fine to me. ”

Her agreement makes my inner Alpha purr, and even though it’s obviously not possible, knowing she wants me as much as I want her heals another piece of my heart. For the longest time, I was alone in my desire for this relationship. The only one who knew we were scent-matched. But having her this way, bonded, aware, and just as invested—it’s the cure. The end of my turmoil and the start of our happily ever after.

We sit together, basking in the afterglow, until my knot releases. It comes too soon; and with a rush of fluids that leave us messy once more. Completely worth it. Completely perfect.

“Time to clean up again, baby,” I say, lifting her into my arms and heading to yet another bathroom—also filled with everything she could want. Sleepy eyes peer up at me. “Then a nap.”

The real world can’t be avoided forever. No matter how much I will it away. Posie is beloved by so many, and although I haven’t told anyone about this house, a bit of digging will easily unearth the purchase. To be honest, if the senior Moore Pack weren’t away on vacation, I’m pretty sure the door would have been broken down long before now.

Wrapped in the soft warmth of our post-nap blankets, Posie and I snuggle on the couch, but my evil phone beckons. For the first time in days, I power it up, staring in trepidation as the welcome screen loads. We haven’t done anything wrong. I know that in my soul, but I’m still well aware that our bonding could cause trouble, and I want to protect my Puff from anything that could steal her happiness.

“Where in the world is my phone?” she asks, biting her lip and glancing around the room. Amid the chaos of the carnival and Posie going into heat, I hadn’t thought to retrieve it…

“Mari has it,” I remember suddenly, thinking back to the girl directing me through the fair. “I’m sorry. I forgot to grab it from her.”

Posie frowns, then shrugs. “No big deal, but can I use your phone or tablet to check my orders? Oh shoot, my grade’s probably been posted, too.”

“Of course,” I reply, handing it over immediately before looking through my messages. Anything my girl needs, she gets. “The passcode is your birthdate.”

Her brows raise, pinning me with a surprised stare before a big grin splits her face. “That probably shouldn’t shock me.”

“Nope.” Dropping a kiss on the top of her head, I tug her closer against me, loving the way her back leans into my chest. She spends some time checking whatever she needs to, and I relax, enjoying the quiet moment with my omega before I need to share her with all the people who love her. There’s a part of me that wants to be greedy, hoarding all of her minutes to myself, but I know that wouldn’t make her happy, so I need to suck it up. Her sudden gasp catches my attention, and my gut sinks.

The party’s over.

“Miller!” she exclaims. “I didn’t mean to snoop, but all the messages started coming through.” Her voice fills with alarm, and she sits up quickly, and the loss leaves me cold .

“There’s never going to be anything on my phone you can’t see. No such thing as snooping between us,” I reassure her. There aren’t any secrets between us. I want her to know without a shadow of a doubt that she can trust me.

Posie waves off my comment, gesturing at the screen. My eyes track her movement, noticing the picture below. It’s an image of Posie slung over my shoulder at the carnival while I’m swinging a bat at some male. To be honest, I barely remember getting us out of there. The fury and fear coursing through my body had me in an Alpha haze where the only thing that mattered was protecting my omega.

The headline under the image snags my attention. “Miller Phillips. Dangerous and at large?” Scanning the article, I realize it doesn’t have much information. The writer doesn’t know who the omega is, why I took her, or what in the world is going on. There’s a lot of conjecture about me being a ‘lone Alpha who snapped,’ mentioning my well-known bachelor status. The only part that gives me pause is a line at the end, asking for anyone with information to call a police tip line.

Closing the article, I quickly check my messages. This number is not available to the public, so I’m sure if there’s truly an issue, I’d have heard from my agent, coach, or the league itself.

There are several waiting voicemails and over thirty text messages.

Fuck.