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“No, this just seems like a completely unlikely scenario or a nerve-wracking one, I dunno.”
“Doesn’t seem so out of character for me. I’ve always kind of walked to the beat of my own tune. Nothing much surprises me about what interests me,” I say with a shrug, snuggling down in my seat and getting comfortable.
Micah shakes his head, resting his elbows on his knees and clasping his hands together.
“Hope it all works out, Shade,” he tells me sincerely.
We spend the rest of our time together in silence, watching the documentary and snacking. It’s not too uncomfortable or awkward, and eventually I kind of zone out, getting lost in my thoughts. It’s nice to have a safety net here in case something should happen, and that I feel comfortable enough with Micah to let my mind wander.
For the next forty-five minutes, I work on tempering my perfume as I’m plagued with thoughts of Gabriel and his alpha, nearly sweating through my shirt the longer I sit. Eventually, I can’t stop squirming in my seat, the urge to be naked and in my nest overwhelming. My teeth grind together as I try to force the whines that want to crawl up my throat back and frustration takes hold.
“Maybe you should go to your nest. I’ll, uh, send them back when they get here,” Micah coughs, pulling me from the fog.
My eyes snap to him, grimacing at the sight of him covering his nose and mouth with his hand. His muscles are bunched, pupils blown, and I know he’s right. It’s best not to test an alpha too much.
Most of them have decent enough control, but that control can only be stretched so thin.
Scrambling up, I scurry to my nest and slam my door shut. A bead of sweat slides down my back, and I groan. Slick coats my thighs and my core throbs, begging to be filled.
I crawl into my nest and curl up in the center, wrapping my arms around my legs. A whine slips from my lips when a cramp seizes control of my belly, making me whimper as my walls flutter and pain wracks my middle. I don’t know how long I lay there curled in on myself. Seconds maybe? Minutes? Hours?
My eyes are closed, my breath seizing in my lungs the longer I sit alone, unattended. My thoughts turn incoherent as my hindbrain begs for anything to make this stop.
Need.
Omega.
Apple Pie.
Want.
Knots.
A knock sounds at the door to my nest and my eyes blink open. I stare at it for so long that another knock sounds. I sit up on my knees, watching and waiting, my eyes trained on the door.
“Shade? It’s me, Gabriel? Can I open the door?”
Gabriel’s voice is muffled, but just the sound of it has me clenching and my slick sliding out of me and down my thigh.
“Yes,” I eventually call out, my belly fluttering as I wait anxiously to see him again.
When the door swings open and Gabriel’s green eyes are trained on me, I nearly purr with pleasure. His nostrils flare as my perfume hits him full force, and his knees almost give out. A groan slips past his lips as his eyes narrow on me while he grips the door frame, his knuckles turning white with the force. His breathing deepens, and his scent gets stronger, intermingling with mine the longer he stands there holding himself back, and I greedily inhale. The outline of his cock is evident even from where I’m sitting on my knees, and it makes my mouth water as I think about taking him all the way to the back of my throat while swallowing him down.
“Won’t you come in and help me, Omega? I’m so empty,” I whisper huskily, parting my knees and running my fingers up my thighs. With my thighs spread, I know he can see them glistening with my slick, and I watch his throat bob as he swallows thickly. I stop my ascent when I reach the hem of my baggy shirt and watch Gabriel with hungry eyes.
Another groan and he drops whatever’s in his arms, striding to me in an instant and throwing me onto my back. He wraps his arms around my legs and rests them on his shoulders, bending me in half as he grinds his hard length against my soaked center.
“You smell like candy,” Gabriel growls, looking into my eyes as he nips my ankle. “I wonder, Doe. Do you taste just as sweet?”
My breath rushes from my lungs, and I stare up at him with wide eyes.
“You should see for yourself.”
“I think you’re right.”
He kisses his way down my right leg, nipping the bend of my knee when he reaches the halfway point. I’m needy, desperate for him to stop moving so slowly, but also wanting him to go slower so I can enjoy every delectable second.
Just as he reaches the bottom of my shorts, a throat clears at the doorway and my eyes flash to who’s there, taco blocking the fuck out of me. And then they widen at the tall as fuck God of darkness that’s standing there quirking an amused brow at the two of us and smirking. My mouth dries up, making it hard to swallow, so I end up with a lump in my throat.
