“Just because you can’t cook at all doesn’t mean I will love you any less. You can burn my kitchen down, but nothing is going to change the way I feel about you. Although, that mouth? Fuck me, sweetheart, those lips of yours are begging to be wrapped around my cock.”
The scent of her sadness vanishes, replaced by her arousal. Her pout dissolves into a smile that sends more blood to my already thickening dick. I lift her up, setting her on the edge of the island bench before I jump up behind her, switching the shrill smoke alarm off.
Resetting it for her next attempt at cooking.
I hop off the kitchen bench, ready to show Simona thekitchen isn’t just a place for cooking, but the sound of her phone interrupts my plans.
“Sit there and keep pouting,” I bark, pointing unnecessarily to where she’s already sitting.
I back out of the kitchen, watching her cheeks start to glow a soft pink. Jesus, I need to see a cardiologist the way my chest pounds watching her.
Scooping her phone off the sofa where she left it, it starts ringing again as soon as it stops.
“Who is it, Hen?”
I hold the screen up so she can see for herself, and the smile that graces her face when she answers Heidi’s call gets even brighter.
“Hey, Ho,” Simona talks softly, her smile firmly in place. Her scent is full of sweet happiness, making me think I need to send Heidi a bunch of flowers for being such an important person in my Omega’s life.
I turn to the coffee machine, and I feel her focus. It does nothing to help my dick go down at all. Honestly, people talk about scent matching with your Omega and the power your compatible match wields but, in my opinion, they need to use a fuck tonne more descriptors. It’s staggering what she does to me. One look, and without pause or question I’d do whatever she asks.
I hear her voice, and the noise in my head quietens. And her scent is like giving catnip to the king of the jungle… I’m constantly on the prowl, and ready to devour my mate.
I pour her tea, and get everything ready for my coffee then return to my place between her legs, settling so close that I can feel her breath fan over my skin as she talks.
It sounds like we’re taking a trip. Very soon too. Reaching past her, I grab my phone and shoot out a group message, asking Ryder to alert the private charter company that we will soon have a booking for them. Dominic was only working inthe ugly room, so he appears before she’s even finished her call.
“How? How do you know?” she asks, catching me by the shirt.
Her uniquely coloured eyes are peaceful today. I adore them in all their contrasting shades. I also adore when she glares at me. But not as much when her eyes dilate.
I catch her by the throat, squeezing her until I feel her pulse exploding under my thumb. I fight myself not to lean in and kiss those fucking lips of hers.
I get close to them though, barkingMinewith as much inflection as I can muster, without my Alpha losing his shit.
My Omega responds exactly like planned, falling instantly into complete submission with such a speed her eyes roll back in her head. When she stops floating and comes back to me, I find another piece of my soul in her eyes.
“Thank you, Alpha.” Her voice is barely a whisper, and much like my bark of ownership—my protective control over her—it’s unnecessary in the sense that we already share an unwavering bond.
Our brave Omega asking us to each control her nearly broke us, but at the same time it strengthened her, solidifying our bond. Overriding his hold on her wasn’t needed because of our packing, but Simona herself needed the comfort. Now our claim was on full display, while her Alphas also owned her body, mind and soul.
The joy burning bright in her eyes as she leans into my hold around her throat confirms to me that we did the right thing.
“Where are we going, sweetheart?” I ask, bringing her lips to mine.
“Heidi has to talk in front of all her staff along with the shareholders and board members at Verdune. It’s time for her to take control. I’m so proud of her, Hen, and I want to helpher get ready. She doesn’t want us there when she speaks because she’s worried about security. I trust her to keep me safe, but I want to be there, even if it’s for only a few minutes.”
“Easy,” I answer without a beat of hesitation.
She growls, baring her teeth at me. And fuck me just like that I am back to having a cock so hard it could punch through my pants.
Dominic finds us in the kitchen, his scent rolling through the space, so thick with desire, I didn’t need to turn around to know he was watching. He sees her blossoming into our brat as clearly as I do. He closes the distance between us—her pull is too magnetic to ignore. He looks at her, his eyes devouring her really. And then he takes a step back and focuses his attention on making coffee. “Ryder should see if the Gulf Stream is available.”
I understand why he puts distance between himself and her, but I can’t do that. She is like a drug, and my addiction is getting worse every day.
She looks at me for answers, questions darkening the blue of her eyes, but I’m not going to be the one to ruin Dominic’s plans. Simona’s throat bobs, the movement echoing through my palm as she finds her voice.
“Why, Dom?”
