She loves whatever game we’re playing together.
Except it feels like she’s winning, and I’m not.
And when my scent match is dangerously close to her Heat in front of me, she doesn’t get to have the upper hand.
Not after I’ve waited so long for her.
“I’ve been patient,” I say quietly, wiping the water stains off the last glass. I place it down and glare at her. “Really,really patient.”
Smoke and ash fill the air, mixing with her sweetness.
Our scents merge, and I know neither of us can wait much longer.
“About what?” she keeps her wide eyes on me as she slowly backs out of the bar and into the backroom, and I follow.
It’s just us back here, now.
The sound of the lock of the front entrance clicking into place tells me that Quincy’s left, too.
The entire building is empty except for Blair and me.
It’s our night to lock the back exit.
“About you,” I murmur, advancing on her.
“Travis—”
“You come here tonight, smelling like the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted, and expect me to just stand there while others paw overmyOmega?”
Another step, and she’s backed against the wall, her breathing heavy. Excitement dances in her eyes, and her arousal mixes with the aroma of her fear.
“You come here, so fucking close to your Heat, when you should be in a nest,” I snarl.
There’s nowhere for her to go. Her lips parted, she looks quickly to the side and dashes into the freshly cleaned bathroom.
I follow her.
Catching up to her easily, I shut the door behind us and lock it.
My Alpha instincts have fully taken over, and I crowd her back against the sink, my chest heaving.
“You wave your scent in my face, knowing I can’t take care of you the way I want to,” I growl. “You know that, and you torture me, constantly. You’ve been doing it for more than a year now.”
She keeps her eyes on me, refusing to back down, her hands trembling.
“All I want to do is take care of you,” I breathe. “I ache for it. Iburnfor it. And it drives me crazy that you haven’t let me yet.”
A little huff of air escapes her, and instead of waiting for her protest, I lean in to silence her with a kiss.
She responds with an agonized moan against my lips and clutches my shoulders, pushing her body against me.
Sweetness explodes around us, making my head spin. I’m drunk on the sugary taste of her tongue in my mouth as I put my hands on her waist, pulling her flush against me.
She’s still clinging to me as I break the kiss, pressing my forehead against hers and panting.
“Your sweatshirt,” she whispers. “Give me your sweatshirt.”
I let go of her to shrug out of my black hoodie and help her put it on, the clothing swallowing her frame and hitting the top of her thighs. She hugs herself in it, and I realize she’s at the beginning signs of nesting.
