I turn and get an eyeful of my alpha, fresh out of the shower, wearing absolutely nothing but a towel slung low on his hips. Water droplets sliding down his massive chest, over his abs, disappearing into the dark hair that barely peeks there. His tattoos gleaming, his amber eyes warm with amusement. My mouth goes dry.
On the phone, I hear Keke make a sound like a dying animal.
“Babe.” My voice comes out strangled. “I’m on FaceTime with Keke.”
He glances at my phone, sees my girl’s face, and grins. So. Freaking. Hot.
“Hi, Keke.”
“I… a… hello…”
I laugh.
Rahel raises a hand. “Sorry about the door. Already arranged for a replacement.”
“That’s… it’s… you’re… okay… thanks,” she squeaks.
Then Rahel winks at the camera, and I watch my best friend lose her entire damn mind.
“Baby.” I’m trying really hard not to dissolve into laughter. “Put some damn clothes on.”
He raises an eyebrow, giving methelook. The one that makes my thighs clench. Then his grin turns predatory. And he moves. One second he’s standing behind me all deliciously wet and half-naked. The next, my phone is plucked from my hand and I’m over his shoulder, the world flipping upside down as he carries me like I weigh nothing.
“RAHEL!”
“Sorry, Keke.” He chuckles as he talks into my phone. “Destiny’s gonna be busy for a while.”
I hear Keke screaming, “BITCH, YOU BETTER CALL ME BACK…” before the phone drops, landing somewhere…
“Rahel! Put me down! I was having a conversation!”
He rumbles, “And now you’re having a different one.” He carries me through the penthouse like I’m a sack of potatoes.
“You can’t just… oh…” His shadows are already sliding up my thighs.
“Can’t just what, little one?”
“I…” The rest of my sentence is an unintelligible moan.
His deep chuckle vibrates through my chest as he tosses me on our bed. Then he’s on me. Caging me with his massive body, the towel gone, his hard cock pressing against my thigh.
“You made a nest,” he murmurs, nuzzling my neck. “In our bed. With my clothes.”
“I didn’t mean to…”
“Even better.” He drags his tongue over my bond mark and I shudder. “Your omega is preparing for your heat.”
“Rahel…”
He pulls back to look at me, his eyes starting to glow. “I fucking love seeing you surrounded by my scent, my things. Knowing your body is getting ready for me to breed you.”
Oh God. The way he says that word.
“My heat isn’t until…” I start, but before I can finish, a wave crashes through me. Hot and desperate, flooding my system, making me gasp. My body goes tight, slick spilling between my thighs.
“There it is.” Rahel’s voice drops to a impossibly low register. “There’s my girl.” I’m panting, unable to keep a coherent conversation. “You’re with your mate now. No more suppressants. No more fighting it.” He slides down my body, pushing up the Henley I’m wearing … his … and presses his face against my stomach. Inhaling deep. “Your body knows it’s safe to let go.”
Another wave crashes through me, and I cry out, my back arching. I feel more slick come out of me. It’s so much. Embarrassingly so.
