I slam into her, slapping her ass just for fun before wrapping her hair around my hand and holding her in place.
Our scents fill the air, obscenely sweet. Fruit and sex. Lust and longing.
My name is on her lips over and over again, and I fucking love that sound.
She leans over more, giving me a perfect view of my dick sliding in and tugging on the glistening skin of her pussy wrapped around me. The drag of it is mesmerizing. Each thrust into her is such a fucking gift.
I reach around her waist and play with her clit. Her lone leg on the ground starts to shake and she comes quickly like that, her vice grip knocking the breath out of me when she does. My orgasm bursts out of me, but I quickly pull out, my knot swelling.
I sit back in my seat and rip off my shirt. She’s still folded over the chair in front of me, her swollen center dripping my cum, her slick running down her leg.
This memory is burned in my brain.
I trail my shirt up her leg and clean up the mess we made the best I can before guiding her down to sit in my lap again, straddling me once more. I want to tell her how much I like her, that I’d give her the world if she wanted it. About six months ago, I asked her about her future. If she would ever want to be in a pack. She laughed my question off.
“Never. I want the peace that comes from being a sugar baby. Too many alphas want too much control. I don’t want a pack or a serious relationship. This is the best job in the world, why would I change that?”
I push down the urge to ask what I could do to change her mind and kiss her instead.
Chapter 18
Madi
Isay good night to Zachary, and take a quick shower. There’s a stabbing pain behind my eye, paired with a weird sensation spreading through my body, causing my skin to feel tight. The bedroom now feels hauntingly cavernous and I try to ignore the faint thunder outside.
Nest, nest, nest.
While I know that I can go to any of the other bedrooms right now and be eagerly welcomed into their beds, I’ve been fiercely independent for too long, forced to care for myself when no one else would. That’s all I know.
For the first time on this trip, I miss my nest. It’s not much, it’s small and a little pathetic if I’m honest, but it’s home. I was never going to be the type of omega who had a luxurious nest, like Harper does. Mine have always been simple, cozy.
Harper loves decorating her nest with the best quality products, I just hated spending money on that stuff. Her favorite blanket costs nearly $900. That type of money always went towards my alpha-free life fund.
I give up on lying in the cold empty bed, and gather up myphone, pillows, and blankets, along the guys’ shirts, dragging it all into the closet.
Shutting the small walk-in closet door, the relief is instant. That’s exactly what I needed. A tiny space. I cocoon myself in the corner. I inhale their scents, holding their shirts close to my chest, trying to remind myself that no matter how loud and bright the storm gets, I’m safely tucked away here.
As the thunder crashes it reveals the storm to be even closer than I thought, I pull the blankets tighter around me and squeeze my eyes shut. I’m a big girl and I can survive one stormy night.
The bedroom door creaks and a few seconds later, the closet opens. The light from the hallway illuminates Alric from above like some hot, shirtless, grumpy angel sent from heaven to tempt me.
His tone is low when he asks, “What are you doing, omega?”
“I needed a nest,” I whisper into the darkness.
“May I come in?”
Now that he’s here, my omega side is screaming internally for the safety he would bring. It wars with my need to be alone, to suffer in silence. My logical side says no, that I can survive alone, that I’ve been on my own for so long. Even when I’m scared or hurt I don’t need anyone, but fuck, my heart is longing for his touch.
When only silence answers him, he doesn’t ask again.
I think he sees it in my eyes, the wounded part of me that demands to reject his presence, but the other side can’t help but beg for it. He steps into the small space, and I sit up enough that he can move behind me.
When he gets comfortable in the blankets, he gingerly pulls me down to him. I rub my nose against the soft chest hairs thatpepper his skin, and deeply inhale the comforting and alluring scent.
We stay like that for a long time. He draws lazy circles on my back with his tender touch and I cling to him in the most embarrassing way, but he would never mock me for it. I know he doesn’t understand why I’m resisting. He’s an all or nothing type of guy, not easily swayed or indecisive. That’s the biggest difference between us.
“You’re being very brave,” he whispers into my hair with a soft kiss. I look up at him, my chin resting on his chest.
