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“Do you need my help?” he asks as he unlocks the door, pushing it open wide.
I shake my head, fighting a throb of pain moving through my stomach. A bead of sweat drips down my forehead, and the sickly-sweet smell of pineapple and coconut explodes around me in a thick cloud.
I’ll lose myself to the frenzy of my heat shortly, but for now, I can at least walk on my own. I’m not going to give in and ask for help. Heat or not, I don’t want him to think I’m a helpless omega.
“No, I’m fine,” I assure him, stepping through the front door with a hand pressed against my abdomen. Only a few more steps. Then, I can crawl into a comfortable nest, bury myself in a mountain of pillows and blankets, and wait for Alessandro to rut me.
The way his mouth and hands will feel on my body…his knot locked inside me…
At the thought of Alessandro’s cock, slick gushes from my pussy, drenching my work pants and dripping down the inside of my thighs. I hurry for the steps, walking as fast as I can while the pain in my stomach gets sharper and hotter, but I only make it halfway up the stairs when I stumble, barely catching myself before my face hits the edge of a step.
“Jessa,” Alessandro calls, his feet pounding up the stairs after me. A moment later, he’s lifting me, cradling me in his arms and carrying me the rest of the way to the second floor.
“I don’t need help,” I argue, even though I’m already nuzzling my face into the side of his neck. The feel of his arms wrapped around me, his hard chest pressing against mine, has my pussy throbbing and my thoughts spinning.
I want us both naked, his strong body pinning me down and fucking me until I’m breathless.
“I know you don’t,” he smirks, humoring me.
He carries me like I’m weightless all the way to his room, and when my eyes land on the bed, my omega instinct to crawl into it and bury myself amidst the comfortable, fluffy linens has a whine slipping from my lips.
Alessandro sets me down, and I kick off my shoes hastily, scrambling into the bed a second later. For the first time since leaving my old pack’s house, I succumb to my urge to nest, dragging the blankets and sheets up, positioning them just so around the edge of the bed.
Then, I grab the pillows, moving them into just the right places, but it’s not enough.
“I need more blankets,” I practically cry, my eyes swinging to Alessandro’s form a few feet away.
“Of course, babydoll. Whatever you need.” With a nod, he disappears down the hall and returns a few minutes later with an armful of bed linens. I could almost weep when he dumps them on the bed, and I draw them up, reveling in the buttery liquor and smoke scent permeating everything in this house.
I move to add them along the edge of the bed, building the walls up as high as they’ll go. It’s been so long since I’ve nested, and finally having one is like finding water after a drought. The intense relief sinks into my bones, making them feel heavy.
Alessandro shakes out of his clothes while I work, letting the garments fall abandoned on the floor. When he’s done, he stands at the edge of the bed, waiting patiently until the nest is perfectly to my liking.
Without warning, another hot throb of pain moves through me, and I double over, clutching my middle.
“Alessandro,” I whine, my voice sounding far away. I need him to take away the discomfort, to give me a little bit of relief.
“I’m here, Jessa.” He climbs into the bed next to me and immediately reaches for the hem of my shirt. “Let’s get you out of these clothes.”
Heat sears through me, making me whimper as my core beats in time with my heart, and I squeeze my eyes closed tight. The room is sweltering, the heat beating down on me, and I’m exhausted from fighting against this heat.
Alessandro makes quick work of my bra before shoving my pants down over my hips, and every time he touches my skin, it sends a jolt of need straight to my pussy.
I help as much as I’m able, struggling to get the rest of my clothes off as my thoughts become even hazier. By the time I’m completely naked, it feels like hours have passed, and my mounting need has become too much to fight anymore.
“Please,” I gasp, grabbing for Alessandro and trying to pull him on top of me. “Make it stop. Please.”
“I’ve got you, babydoll.” Alessandro moves to slide between my thighs, and the edges of my vision blur. My breaths are quick, haggard, and if I don’t get Alessandro inside me right now, I feel like I’ll be torn apart.
A second later, he closes the distance between us, pressing his mouth against mine and cutting off a whine.
“Fuck me, Daddy,” I manage between kisses, bucking my hips up to grind against him. My core is throbbing painfully, the ache growing stronger as seconds fly by.
I need his cock.
I need his knot.
“Please,” I beg as my head swims.
