I don’t hear anything past ‘my heat is due’. The words slam through me as I’m suddenly drenched in need.
Even hearing the word ‘heat’ come out of her mouth has my mind warping as my alpha side rears its head with a vengeance.
“And Timber… are you… what are you going to do?” I stutter. My hands shake as my heart picks up, and I clench my jaw to stop my growl.
Whether she’s with me or without me, the sound of Ollie’s cries when she’s in heat must be the sexiest thing in the world.
Ollie looks up, the corner of her lip hitching. “I'm using suppressants, so this cycle isn’t exactly regular, especially now that you two are here. I was going to come off them when you were away.”
“I think the fuck not. There is not a single chance my omega is going through her heat without me.”
She chuckles as she nuzzles me again. “Why do you think I’m telling you?”
I feel like an idiot for getting all possessive and growly, but she takes it in stride.
“But you just said we’re going to be away.”
“Maybe I’m teasing you because I wanted to see how my alpha will react.”
I nearly tumble forward at her admission. If she’s calling me her alpha now, how will she scream it when she’s demanding my knot?
“Can I see you before then?” I groan as I squeeze her. “I feel like I’m going to go into rut every time I smell you on Timber. Aren’t you as touch-starved as I am?”
She pauses as she watches me. I’m going to beg her for a morsel of her maple syrup if she doesn’t reply.
“At least promise me you’ll still come on the date,” I say. “I’ll send you all the details. If you’re a foodie, you’ll love La Vie Bleue, I swear.”
There’s nothing I need more than to see my omega smile. And the wicked grin that crosses her lips makes me weak at my knees.
“Are you going to soften me up with good food and make me all agreeable so you can whisk me away to your bed?”
I lean in, my lips brushing over hers. “Do I need good food to do that?” I ask. “Because I’m pretty sure there are other ways to make you more agreeable.”
A laugh cracks from her, followed by a growl that makes me want to get on my knees. I miss her taste so much, and I ache being next to her and not being able to give her a lick.
I lean down, testing her boundaries. No one has come down the corridor for a good five minutes. I can press her against the wall and cover her with my body if she wants to go further.
Ollie’s face is at exactly the right angle for me to draw nearer. My hands wrap around her, sliding down to her waist. My thumbs rest on her hip bones so I can keep her steady as I take her.
I’m so close I can already feel her maple syrup filling me up. Her eyelids flutter as she gives in to the moment, and I’m seconds from her when my phone blares between us, like a literal warning sign.
I groan in frustration. There’s only one person who has that ringtone, and I have to answer it on pain of death.
“One second,” I say as she leans back, but I keep my left hand glued to her as I pull out my phone with my right, and swipe to answer.
“Moretti, where the fuck are you?” Miles’s voice bursts through the speaker. “You need to be back at the rink. Now!” I cringe as I hold my phone away from my ear, and Ollie folds her arms.
The way her eyebrow arches is so freaking sexy that I pull her to my chest again. Even though she yelps, she doesn’t pull away, and I rub my cheek against hers to get a hit of her sugary scent.
“Sorry, I got held up,” I say.
“Well fucking unhold up and get your ass back here.”
“Yes, Coach,” I say, and she snorts against my chest.
My eyes shutter as I imagine how good it would feel to be wrapped up in bed with her as she laughs like that, especially if Timber is there with us.
I click my phone off and stuff it back in my pocket, giving her a sheepish look.
