“You’re paying for the therapy.”
“His or yours?”
Instead of responding, she leans down and firmly explains to her child why calling someone sexy is for grown-ups and not appropriate for children to say.
Oscar dejectedly agrees. He pouts until Jenny tells him there are pigs in blankets on the dining room table, and the little guy sprints off excitedly, shouting a battle cry of “Sausage!”
Mike steps forward, smiling kindly at Nevaeh, and says, “It’s a pleasure to meet you outside of school, Nevaeh. Casey hasn’t stopped talking about you forweeks.”
He doesn’t extend his hand to shake, instead he takes the bottle of red wine from her with a warm thank you. It’s an unspoken rule between Alphas. Don’t touch what isn’tyours, especially when it comes to Omegas. I’m glad for his consideration. I’m feeling particularly possessive tonight.
“Thanks for tattling on me, brother,” I say, faking outrage. I don’t think I’ve left a doubt in anyone’s mind that I’m extremely interested in the Omega tucked into my side.
“You haven’t exactly been subtle,” Nevaeh says softly, looking up through her lashes and pursing her lips to hide an amused grin. I really like the change in her wardrobe. It separates her from her first-grade teacher persona, and I can already picture her perched on the back of my bike.
“I’ll have you know that I’m the king of subterfuge!” I declare.
Jenny snorts, quirking her eyebrow at Nevaeh. “Oh, please. I bet he hit on you the first time you met.”
Nevaeh smothers a laugh before nodding.
“Can you blame me? Look at her! I was helpless, I tell you.”
A loud crash sounds from the dining room, and a lone sausage wrapped in pastry tumbles into the kitchen.
Oscar pokes his head around the doorframe and whispers loudly at his parents, “The pigs have escaped their blankets. Help!”
Jenny and Mike groan in unison before trailing after their son.
I place my cooling glass of cider on the kitchen counter and tug Nevaeh closer. The buzzing sound of conversation and laughter coming from the living room makes the house feel alive, and our quiet space in the kitchen feels all the more intimate.
“I’m glad you could make it,” I say lowly, letting the rumble rattle through me so she can feel it vibrate through her body.
“So am I,” Nevaeh says, leaning into me, and I swear I nearly swallow my tongue.
I slip my finger under her chin and angle her face towards me. Slowly, giving her time to retreat, I lean down and press my lips to hers.
Nevaeh melts into the kiss, her soft lips parting to allow my tongue to explore hers. I wrap my arms around her waist as our mouths move in a heated rhythm. Our bodies press against each other, the heat between us building with each passing moment.
I scoop her up and place her on the edge of the kitchen counter, and her legs instinctively wrap around my hips. I can feel the heat from her core on my throbbing cock, and I groan deeply into her mouth.
The sound drags her back to reality, and she breaks the kiss with wide eyes.
Reluctantly, I move my hips back but don’t step out of her space. Instead, I place my hands on either side of her on the counter, crowding her in. I want her intoxicated with my scent.
“I – um – Sorry I’m a bit late. I got nervous at the front door and had to work up the courage to come in.” She licks her lips, and her eyelashes flutter as she tastes me.
“Nervous about what?”
“You?” she says, waving her hand. “This? Us?”
I frown. “What’s there to be nervous about? You’re my Omega and I’m your Alpha. Our wolves know it.”
She stiffens.
“What’s wrong?” I cup her heated cheek, my possessive need to protect flaring abruptly.
She tries to avoid my gaze, but I hold her face steady until she concedes and meets my eyes.
