Page 57 of A Nest of Maple & Mist

Mia flounced into the kitchen, looking lighter than she had the last time I saw her. Gods, I adored her. Jason mentioned she’d had a heat spike yesterday. While he hadn’t gone into details, he suspected it might happen more frequently, and Shane and I should be prepared to help her through it.

I’d drop to my knees and worship our omega if she wished it.

“Morning, Ty,” she said, her hair still damp as she reached for her keys.

“Morning, sweetheart. Come here.”

“I’m going to be late.”

“It will only take a sec.”

My empty mug clinked on the granite. Mia settled beside me, the top of her head grazing my chin. We stared at each other for an extended breath. Something flashed in her eyes before she rocked up onto her tiptoes.

Slowly, she leaned forward, and I forgot how to breathe. She pressed her lips to mine, the motion tentative. I smiled into the kiss, reassuring her. A hum stirred to life in her chest. My hands fell to her hips, fusing her delicate body with mine.

“Mia,” I whispered into the kiss.

“Mine,” she hummed back.

My tongue tangled with hers. Something between a moan and a whimper rumbled in her chest. I could die here, but if we didn’t stop soon, I’d beg her to drag me into her bed and have her way with me.

Reluctantly, I pecked the corner of her mouth before anything more could escalate. My dick already ached in my jeans, and I didn’t want to make it worse.

Granted, it was beyond repair at this point.

She huffed a breathless laugh. Shaking her head, she made to leave. My palm connected in a light swat with her ass.

“Ty!”

“Oops. Sorry. My hand slipped. Naughty hand.”

I slapped it playfully. She glared at me, but no real anger ignited in her irises. Fuck. I really wanted to take my little omega to my room. I wanted to let her fangs pierce my throat and bond me.

“You really are a brat, Ty.” The tip of her tongue licked over her lip. Her chin lifted slightly before she spoke. “Maybe I should tell our daddy.”

My mouth fell open. She wiggled her fingers in a knowing wave as she left me standing there like a stunned fish.

Not my daddy.

Our daddy.

I stood there reciting the periodic table of elements, waiting for my erection to go down.

Once blood returned to my limbs, I rushed to the back of the house. I had to tell Jason what happened. Did he know that Mia thought of him as her daddy? When I reached his office, I heard his deep voice echo on the other side of the ajar door.

“Monday at ten would be perfect. I look forward to it.”

Silence followed. I waited an extra beat before slowly stepping inside.

The vision that greeted me was practically indecent.

An elbow rested on the desk as he held his face in his hand. A pair of glasses Jason rarely wore made his blue eyes glitter like sapphires. I sucked in a breath, appreciating how the tight black T-shirt spread across his torso.

“Are you just going to stand there and stare? Or are you going to come here?”

He chuckled, leaning back and patting his muscled thigh. I moved in a daze, settling onto Jason’s lap.

For a beta, I was large. Most people confused me as an alpha at first. But Jason—and Shane—had this way of making me feel small and safe and loved.