“We need to get you out of here, now,” I say through gritted teeth. “I’m not taking you on the bathroom floor our first time.”
Maybe one day. I plan to have her everywhere and on every surface.
But her first Heat with me willnotbe like this.
She stands on her tiptoes to give me another desperate kiss. “I want you there,” she murmurs. “I want you there during my Heat. I don’t want to do it alone anymore.”
“Never. You will never go through it alone again.”
I know I need to get her out of the bathroom, but I move my mouth to her neck, nipping and sucking at the skin there. Her cries echo against the tile walls, and I mark her with my teeth, branding her as mine. Her fingers card through my hair as I grab her by her ass and lift her up onto the sink counter, continuing to mouth at her.
Moving the collar of the sweatshirt out of the way, I find her mating gland and suck, hard. Her scent is concentrated there, all violets and honey, and I tease it just like I played with her clit.
Her cries of pleasure are delicious.
“There you go,” I whisper in her ear. “Could you come like this? Something to get you by until I can get you into your nest?”
She hisses at my question and scrunches her eyes shut. “The cramps…” she breathes. “It’ll help the cramps.”
Fuck. She waited too long.
“You’re never pulling this shit again,” I say into her skin. “Ever. You understand me,Omega?”
“Mmm…yes…”
“Yes what?” I snarl, nipping hard at her throat. “You know what to call me.”
“Yes,Alpha.”
With one more swipe of my tongue against that sensitive gland, she tilts her head back and shudders as her orgasm hits her. She lets out a strangled cry while I taste her, the air potent with the scent of her slick.
“Oh…fuck,” she pants when I pull away from her. She trembles as she sits on the sink, her face flushed pink.
My inner Alpha tries to take over.
Take her. Bite her. Claim her.
But I won’t do it like this.
I scoop her into my arms, keeping a hand under her knees while she wraps her arms around my shoulders.
“Hold on,Omega,” I murmur. “Let’s get you home.”
By home, I mean my packhouse.
Hopefully, she’ll realize that’s her home, too.
I swing open the door with my free hand, and Rylee is standing in the back room, dumbfounded as she looks at us with wide, surprised eyes.
“I…I forgot my purse,” she stammers.
“Grab it and leave,” I snarl. Omega or not, Rylee doesn’t deserve to scent my mate when she’s at her most vulnerable.
“Hey, Rylee!” Blair says cheerily. “Looks like you were right, huh?”
Rylee doesn’t move.
“Go,” I order, and she grabs her bag and rushes out the back door, shutting it behind her.
