Chapter Six
“She’s not coming!” I pout, taking another sip of hot mulled cider. The taste of spiced apples only makes me think of my absent Omega more. I flick a bauble hanging from the nearby Christmas tree and watch it skitter across the floor.
Mike clips me up the back of the head with the hand that’s not cupping Jenny’s ass inappropriately. “Would you quit it? She’s running five minutes late to a Christmas party. She’ll be here.”
“She better be here,” Jenny mumbles under her breath, leaning into Mike’s side. “I threw this whole damn party for her.”
I smile innocently and shoot her a wink. She rolls her eyes with a good-natured laugh.
Oscar is busy being coddled by Martha and Mabel, the two elderly Betas who live next door. They adore him and have taken a grandparent role in his young life. He’s wearing a cute Christmas sweater knitted by Mabel featuring tiny wolves swirling within a snow globe. I can hear him recountingyesterday’s concert in agonizing detail, and they’re hanging on his every word.
“I need another drink.” I sigh forlornly and shuffle into the kitchen. If she doesn’t come tonight, I don’t know what I’ll do. I can’t walk away from her, but I also don’t want to be rejected continually. Maybe she needs more of a possessive Alpha who asserts his dominance? I know plenty of Alphas who would’ve staked their claim already. But that’s not me. I’m a little selfish. I want to know she chooses me because she likes me as a person, not just because her Omega calls for my Alpha.
The steaming pot of hot apple cider warming on the stove smells so much like her and it makes my heart ache. I scoop another ladle into my glass, careful to avoid the whole cinnamon sticks floating on top, and take an immediate swig. I hiss and spit it back into my glass.
“Hot, hot, hot,” I say while sucking cooling air through my teeth and hopping from foot to foot.
A soft giggle snaps my eyes to the kitchen door, and I freeze.
“Do I have to teach you to blow on it before putting it in your mouth?”
Nevaeh stands in the doorway. She’s breathtaking in a figure-hugging emerald dress and ruby red shoes. Her hair is styled in soft waves with one side braided away from her face. She’s holding a bottle of red wine and has an amused glint in her eyes.
And she’s wearing the leather jacket I gifted her. It wasn’t an overly altruistic gift. I wanted her draped in my scent and to see her in my clothes. And fuck me, does she pull it off. And the dress. The dress! It hugs her curvaceous figure yet remains tasteful, and it has me utterly captivated. I’m staring. I know I’m staring.
She twirls the bottle of wine in her hands, blushing slightly as I take her in, swallowing my spit thickly to suppress my desire.The sweet, innocent first-grade teacher I’ve been creaming over for weeks has a killer body.
Without her usual knee-length polka dot skirt and wool cardigan, it’s never been more apparent she’s an Omega. Her lush hips and soft round belly make my dick twitch just by looking. Is it wrong that all I can think isbreedable?
“Are you okay, Alpha?” she asks with a knowing tilt of her head.
No. Nope. I’m not okay. I’m losing a lot of blood. To my dick. It has all my blood throbbing painfully between my thighs. She knows exactly what saying ‘blowing on it’ and ‘putting it in your mouth’ would do to me.
I clear my throat, shake my head, and rub my eyes comically. “I’m very unprepared for how sexy you look in my jacket.”
“Sexy!” a small voice parrots.
“Yeah,” I agree and then blanch. “Wait, what? Oscar!”
I reach to grab the giggling pup but he slips through my fingers and begins marching around the kitchen island, declaring at the top of his little lungs, “Sexy, sexy, sexy! Uncle Special Case said Miss Shields is sexy!”
I look back at Nevaeh and she’s sporting a full body blush, and I immediately forgive Oscar because it looks so delicious. I just want to lick that blooming pink and see how far it dips below the neckline of her dress.
“Oh no,” she splutters, her eyebrows raised. “If that makes it back to the classroom, I’m going to get hauled into the principal’s office.”
I chuckle mostly because a flustered Omega is adorable, but also because I’m imagining how I’d punish her if I were the principal.
Spanking and orgasm denial. I’d love to make her beg me to come.
The haze of my arousal descends again and I have to squash my instinctual Alpha need to drag her over the kitchen counter and rut her. I suddenly understand Mike and Jenny’s lack of control. If I had Nevaeh wet and willing living in my house, I’d never get anything done. I’d have her locked on my knot constantly.
She pouts, genuine concern etched into the lines around her mouth. I take mercy on her, rein in my horny thoughts, and extend my hand for her to take.
“Come here. It’s fine, you’ve done nothing wrong,” I say, and she slips her small hand into mine and I tug her into my side. She releases a shaky breath and we both revel in the delightful sparks that echo in from our touch.
Jenny and Mike enter the kitchen and are immediately accosted by their son, who declares both of them ‘sexy.’ The two look flummoxed before Jenny spikes me with a perturbed look and asks dead panned, “Do I want to know why my pup thinks I’m sexy?”
“Probably not.”
