Page 56 of A Nest of Maple & Mist

But for now, watching her rub that pretty cunt on my thigh would be enough.

Tentatively, she rocked back and forth, her hands landing on my shoulders. Her head fell back as her eyes fluttered shut. A mane of curls cascaded down her spine as she moved faster, seeking friction against her greedy clit.

“That’s it. Such a good omega. Using your alpha for your pleasure. Isn’t that right, baby girl?”

“Yes. Yes. Yes, Alpha.”

Each snap of her hips grew more and more erratic. Her breaths came out in sharp, uneven pants. Those dull claws of hers dug into my biceps hard enough to draw blood.

The most exquisite creature sat perched on my lap. I groaned, one of my hands mapping the curves of her waist before drifting up to her throat. My fingers flexed, lightly collaring the supple flesh. Her pulse thrummed beneath my fingertips as she chased her climax.

“Are you close, Omega?”

Of course she was. Only the scent of her arousal filled the room. Fuck, I wanted to lap at her sweet slick.

I must have been a closeted masochist to torment myself like this.

“So close.”

It came out in a breathless whimper that almost made my dick tear through the denim crowding it. My grip on her neck tightened ever so slightly as my thumb slid to her lower lip.

“Look at me while you come, Omega. I want to watch how beautifully you fall apart for me.”

Instantly, she obeyed. Those dark eyes found mine as her head snapped forward. Her pulse fluttered, and I squeezed, just enough for the edges of her vision to cloud. She gasped, bucking against my thigh.

“Oh. Oh. Oh. Fuck.”

Watching my omega come was my new favorite thing. Or rather, tied with my favorite. I growled, unable to wait for the moment I got to see both her and my beta unravel for me—together.

Her entire body trembled, her slender throat working around my grip. As she rode the high of her release, I crashed her lips to mine. She sighed, and my tongue slid along hers. She tasted like every stolen dessert I snuck out of the kitchen growing up.

Eventually, her taut muscles went lax in my hold. I stole one final kiss, smiling into her curls as her exhausted frame collapsed onto me.

Her slick had stained straight through my jeans, my leg damp from her release. Did it make me a creep if I never washed them again? Probably.

She burrowed into my neck, not so subtly rubbing her cheek against mine.

Oh.

My lovely omega scent marked me. I eagerly returned the favor, marking her in kind. My hand brushed along her spine, loving how perfectly she fit in my hold.

Of course she would. Mia Birch had been made for us. She was ours. And I was cautiously optimistic that she was going to stop fighting it.

“Thank you, Daddy,” she rasped into the crook of my neck.

I sucked in a sharp breath, frozen for a beat. When I came to, I cradled my sleeping omega’s head to my chest. Would she even remember what she called me?

Mia Birch ruined me. There was no going back.

TWENTY-ONE

TY

Steam rose from the mug in my hands. Shane had left at the crack of dawn, scurrying away to work on his courting gift. Mia might not have realized what Shane spent long hours working on, but Jason and I figured it out.

It had been a week since he confessed his sins to Mia, begging at her altar for forgiveness. I snorted, bringing my coffee to my lips.

I enjoyed my flair for the dramatic. In a past life, I imagined I was an actor, traveling from town to town, performing Shakespeare, poorly.