“I’ve put a lot of work in here.” He animatedly points out various plants.
The urges caused by my heat swirling with the smells of Ezra and the greenhouse form a heady combination, resulting in me swaying on the spot, a weak whine escaping my lips before I can stop it.
“Kady!” Ezra rushes to my side, peering at my face. His expression turns to horror. “Shit. I never should’ve brought you out here.”
“N-n-no.” I struggle to catch my breath. “I asked you to. I?—”
“We need to get you back to your nest. Now.”
But it’s too late for that. I’ve scented him, and now I won’t be satiated until I have him. I tug at his clothes, instincts taking over, my body acting of its own accord. I eagerly rub his enticing bulge through his pants, blinded by sheer want.
“Knot, alpha.” I hook my knee around his waist. “I need you. Now.”
“You should be somewhere more comfortable.” His eyes widen with utter panic. “You need pillows and blankets, not a mound of compost.”
I slide off the bench, my bare feet touching the warm earth beneath me. To my surprise, I like the feel of it. Usually, I wouldn’t be caught dead without a perfect French manicure or a freshly pressed outfit, but the feeling of the soil between my toes is almost calming.
“What I need is you.” I snake my hands underneath his T-shirt, eager to feel the muscles in his back. “Right now, alpha.”
I expect him to object again, to halt my hands, but he doesn’t, his lips meeting mine with a frenzied urgency. His mouth is firm as it presses against mine, demanding, as if a flood of everything he’s been holding back is coming out at once.
“Fuck, omega,” he groans, bumping against my hips. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do this all weekend.”
“More, alpha.” I battle to slide my hand down his pants, but there’s not a lot of room. I huff in annoyance when all I can feel is the silky head of his dick. “More!”
The embers that were previously fluttering in my core have ignited instantly spreading through me like a wild forest fire, burning through my veins at an uncontrollable rate. I claw at Ezra’s back, yowling.
Ezra steers me over to a patch of ground covered in dainty purple flowers. “Lie down, omega.”
The flowers are surprisingly soft. While it’s not a mattress, it’s certainly up for the task. Next to us, a pretty jasmine plant catches my attention, letting off a subtle scent that smells just like me.
“I’ve got you, baby girl.” Ezra hurls his T-shirt off, landing on a branch of a nearby fig tree. I get a perfect view of the detailed tattoo over his chest: an inked black and gray tree of life with branches that wrap over his shoulders. “This is everything I’ve ever fantasized about.”
He undoes the buttons on the shirt I’m wearing, letting it fall open, then tugs it up.
“The smell of your slick mixed with these flowers.” He lets out a primal groan as he surveys my bare pussy, licking his lips. “It’s the best thing I’ve ever smelled.”
I wriggle my hips, hooking one leg around his torso to draw him closer, but he pulls back.
“Alpha!” Rising panic slips into my voice as my arms fly up to grab him. “Don’t leave!”
“I’m not going anywhere.” His tone is reassuring, but I doubt my heart will return to a normal rate until I’m sure he isn’t going anywhere. My fingers twitch, wanting to help as I watch him remove his pants, underwear, and shoes.
He spreads my legs wide before lying on top of me, the weight of his body like a soothing blanket.
“You’re so fucking perfect, omega.” He feathers his finger down the side of my face.
“Give me what I need, alpha.”
I wrap both my legs around his torso, causing his cock to rub teasingly over my wet slit.
“Your pussy is all I’ve been thinking about since we first fucked.” His cock circles my entrance. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to be inside you again. How bad I’ve wanted to rut and lock into you until you scream my name.”
“Please, alpha.” Lust overtakes my entire body, every sweep of his cock scorching my skin and making me tremble. I don’t need any foreplay. I’m already dripping. “I need you to fill me.”
He thrusts inside me in one harsh push, pressing my back into the soft petals and damp earth below, then breathes, “Holy shit.”
As soon as he enters me, my eyes cross. All the colors of the greenhouse plants blur as he bucks into me, his hips moving in relentless, purposeful strokes.
