Okay, so I should be working on my next assignment. Luckily, I still have two more days to finish it. I mean, how am I supposed to work when my muse is so distracted? Cole will never understand that. He thinks in logic and figures. Although it’s actually his fault I’m on my way.
He left his laptop open, and I may have seen photos of the beach house he and Faye are viewing. The images sparked a flood of inspiration, my brain working overtime, thinking up color schemes and furniture combinations. Cole will only cover the features of the house, but I’ll do a better job of bringing the place to life by describing how we can style it. I know exactly what paintings I’d hang where and how we can make Faye her dream nest.
I hum to myself as I skip along the beach, tablet tucked under my arm, packed with some quick sketches. Hopefully, Cole hasn’t bored her to tears, talking about air-conditioning before I get there because I have a good feeling about this. A feeling that it is meant to be ours.
“This is it.” I press my face against the window in the door when I reach it. Spotting Cole’s shoes, I enter without knocking as it’s already unlocked.
As soon as I step inside, Faye’s scent hits me harder than a wrecking ball. Damn, if I drowned in it, I would die a happy man. Her scent floods all my senses until all I can focus on is my desire for her.
Where is she?
My heart pounds loudly in my ears. With her scent calling to me, I need her. Now.
I stalk into the kitchen like a hunter tracking its prey. “Faye?”
My cock presses against my zipperwhen I find a pool of slick glistening on the counter, calling my name. Gazing around, there are also a few drops on the floor. How dare Cole waste her precious slick? I slide my finger into the puddle then put it to my mouth. It tastes like heaven. I coat my hand in it then lick my fingers clean. So delicious, but a small taste that only whets my appetite.
That’s when I hear their voices. I head through the open patio doors onto the private beach, where Cole and Faye are looking out over the ocean.
“Laz?” Cole spins in surprise. He’s only wearing pants, and Faye is wrapped up in his T-shirt. “What’re you doing here?”
WhatamI doing here? I can’t remember. Any thought about cushions, coordination, or artwork is a distant memory.
The sun shines down on Faye’s flawless skin, highlighting her beauty. She’s so perfect. Her long, golden hair looks almost auburn in the light and is messy, rippling in the gentle breeze, and her creamy thighs call out for my face to be buried between them. Her nipples harden against the thin fabric, begging for my attention.
“Laz?” Her gorgeous pink lips will look even better with my cock sandwiched between them. “Are you okay?”
My hands curl into fists. I don’t know what’s happening to me. My need to have her, to claim her is, is uncontrollable.
“Fuck.” Cole sounds distant. “He’s going into a rut.”
I need my omega.
I march over to Faye. When Cole tries to block my path, I push him out of the way with a strength that I didn’t know I had. I’ve never even won against him in an arm wrestling match.
“It must have been your scent,” Cole says to Faye as he stumbles a little, eyes widening. “I’ll get him out of here.”
“No!” Faye objects. She clears her throat then asks Cole in a much softer voice, “Tell me what to do. How can I help him?”
My breathing is ragged, coming in sharp bursts. It feels like a wild animal is prowling under my skin, primed to take over.
“The same way we help you get through your heat. He needs relief.” Cole stands mere inches from me, like he can sense the beast inside of me waiting to pounce. “But this could be dangerous. Alphas in a rut are unpredictable.”
I let out a primal roar, forgetting where I am and furious that another alpha is encroaching on my territory. If someone asked me my name, I wouldn’t be able to tell them because all I can focus on is the beautiful omega in front of me. An omega who I want more than anything.
“Laz would never hurt me.” She beckons me over. “Let me take care of you.”
I quickly comply, stalking over to her then leaning down, breathing her in. My knees wobble the moment she strokes my cock through my pants, and I seem to have forgotten how to breathe when she drops to her knees on the sand. Lacing my fingers through her hair, I wrap it around my knuckles as she releases my cock, and I guide her mouth over to it.
Her mouth feels incredible unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. Moaning, I let go of her hair to grab her head, forcing her down deeper. My balls rise when she gags, an alpha from behind growls in a warning.
My omega!I turn and snap my teeth at him.Mine!
“It’s okay, Cole,” she murmurs. “I’ve got this.”
Her tongue gets to work, teasing my shaft. The velvety warmth accelerates my already racing heartbeat, whipping me into a frenzy. My knot feels like it’ll explode. The skin is stretched so taut that my need to lock is almost painful.
She pulls away again, looking up at me. Fuck, if it isn’t the most perfect sight I’ve ever seen.
