I had a choice to make. I could reach out to Lily and ask her advice, knowing full well my brother would know about it, or I could text the guys. And that’s what I opted for.
Pulling up the group chat, I typed,I need to see you. I need to figure out what’s going on with me.
Dax replied, I’m the only one around. I can come and get you.
Yes. Do that.
I hadn’t mentioned the heat and felt a little guilty while pulling on my clothes. Should I have done thiswithout explaining? Was that fair to them? Probably not—but I couldn’t help myself.
And even if I had a do-over, I didn’t think I could have done it any differently. I needed my mates. Full stop. And Dax was on his way to help.
Chapter Eighteen
Dax
Sylvia was already on the porch, a bag in her hands, when I arrived at her home. An overnight bag. I got out and she practically sprinted toward me, one of her hands pressed to her stomach.
“Tell me what you need, omega.” Archer would be so much better at this but I knew my gift was comfort, and so I intended to use that to the best of my ability. She flung herself at me, pressing her nose into the crook of my neck and inhaling deeply. I had to brace myself on the car as her scent slammed into me. Cinnamon rolls times infinity. It was so strong and powerful that I nearly blacked out from it. No, now wasn’t the time to be weak. I had to take care of her. “Oh, Sylvia. It’s a heat spike. We can’t do this here. I can’t help you here, in your brother’s house.” I pulled her away and made sure I had eye contact. “Baby, can I take you to our home? We’ll take good care of you, I swear it.”
She nodded and crawled through the driver’s side and into the passenger seat.
That was a yes.
I drove home as fast as I could while Sylvia curled up in the other seat. Her smell took over the cab of the car and I had to steel myself to make it home. By the time we got there, she was clawing at me.
“Come here. Let’s get you inside. We have your nest all ready.”
I carried her inside. Along the way, she managed to take my T-shirt off and unbutton the front of her flannel. How she did that was beyond me.
“Sylvia, I know you’re hurting but look at me. I need to know you consent to me taking care of your needs. Are you lucid enough to consent?”
My female’s chest heaved with forced breaths as she bit down on her lip and typed something in her phone before showing me.
I am of sound mind and clear head for now. Please, please, alpha, help me.
“I’ve got you, baby. I’ll make the pain go away.”
She pulled off her shirt and then her bra before another wave of hurt hit her. I wished we could go slower, that I could take my time, but this wasn’t about me, not by a long shot. Still, as I kneeled in front of her and took in her soft skin, her round tits, her needy expression, it was a little about me. Goddess, what a gift Fate had given me.
“I’m going to take off your jeans now, okay?” She nodded, lifting her hips to let me pull off her jeans, revealing a tiny pair of white panties soaked with slick. I took her in, head to toe. “You’re so damned perfect, Sylvia. All of you. Show me what you need? My fingers? My mouth?”
She sat up a bit and pressed her fingers to my mouth and then to her core.
The thing was, I hadn’t even kissed her, so I started there. I had to do this right. The others would kill me if I didn’t do this right, and my alpha demanded I treat her like the queen she was. I laid my body over hers and kissed her. She tugged at my back, pressing me tighter against her body, rocking her hips into me, her movements getting more frantic by the second.Soon, she shoved at my shoulders. She needed to take the edge off. I knew just how to do that.
I pulled her soaked panties down as she knotted her fingers in my hair. No time for romantic words or promises. My omega needed me, needed what her alpha could give her.
The first taste of her, as I dragged my tongue across her clit, well, I almost came before my omega and that just wouldn’t do. Like her scent, she tasted like a frosted cinnamon roll. “Baby, you taste so good. Made for me.” I lapped at her clit, watching her reactions, trying to see what made her tick without being able to use her words. She squirmed. My tongue wasn’t enough. “Can I use my fingers?” I asked. She nodded so hard, I thought she might hurt herself. When I pressed a finger into her pussy, her hips jolted off the bed. She fisted the blankets at her sides and after only a few seconds of licking and pumping my fingers inside her, she began to pulse and convulse in waves of pleasure. Her core fluttered around my fingers. A sheen of sweat covered her forehead.
“Is that better?” I asked, climbing up to lie beside her. I expected a yes. She’d come so hard and even without any sounds coming from her, I knew.
Until she shook her head no and scrambled, reaching for that phone.
Not enough. Not even close. Need your knot, alpha. Now.
Chapter Nineteen
Sylvia
