“Don’t leave until we’re back,” he murmurs against my mouth, nipping my bottom lip.
I should be sayingdon’t be bossyor putting up some sort of protest, but I’m falling into him, barely holding on again.
When the door starts to close, his foot wedges it open, and then Keegan is being Keegan again, physically manhandling me and the situation. He lifts me up and deposits me safely inside the foyer, pulling the door shut to lock me in and him out.
I get another pointed look through the glass doors. The meaning is as obvious as him telling me to be here when he gets back, and as loose in the head as I currently am, I also get a thrill from teasing Keegan. I dip my head, hiding my eyes, but my small smile is also easy to read as a challenge. Which it is.
Turning around, I press the elevator button and ignore him smacking on the glass for my attention. He could easily unlock the door, but Ronin is also hitting the horn, hurrying him up. I walk into the lift, then pop out and blow a kiss his way, knowing he’d be there watching the doors close properly before walking away.
“What are you doing, you dick?” I murmur, while also running a hand over my hair and fixing the mess Keegan made of my lip gloss.
The doors open, and I get jumped.
Rafferty’s skin is impossibly warm, his yummy sage scent ripened by his heat. He’s all over me. His hands grab, his small whines filling my ears.
“Raff, let her out of the lift.” Tynan pulls him off me.
There’s not one drop of apology in Rafferty’s cheeky grin. “Come on. Hurry up.”
I take his outstretched hand. “What’s the rush?”
“I want, no, I need to be next to you. And this is your chance to make my dream come true, since you won’t be here for the rest of my heat. Not happy, by the way, but I totally relate too.”
He tugs me, making my feet move, and I realize where we are. Seriously, my head is all over the place. Despite watching the numbers telling me what floor I was on, it didn’t register until now. Tynan’s scent in his apartment is as much of a sledgehammer as Rafferty’s is. No one else would be as affected, the magic of scent-matched mates striking again.
I’m pretty sure that Rafferty has made himself at home in the middle of Tynan’s living room. He dragged a mattress from goodness knows where and surrounded it with as many pillows and cushions as he could find, by the looks. His nesting drive is riding him hard, because on top of the bedding he’s made, he’s got quilts, duvets, blankets, throws, and a pile of his Alphas clothes.
“Come on, Tally,” he mumbles, but he also hasn’t let go of my hand, so it’s not like I have a choice.
Rafferty races us past Tynan before he plucks me off my feet and curls around me, pulling us both to the middle of his space. He sweeps us backwards before pulling up all the blankets and plunging us into a warm, woolly darkness.
“Tally, feel this,” he whispers, but Rafferty has a sly edge and a wicked smile.
He takes my hand, then he wraps my fingers under his balls to cup his hard dick. My fingers barely reach around his girth. “See what my heat does? Shit, don’t stop.”
I adjust my hold and start running my hand up and down his length. He shudders, puffing his sage sweet breath in my face.
“Will you watch a movie with me, or maybe we should have a bath?” He talks fast, and small groans follow each word.
I understand, though, that this isn’t about anything but being an Omega. He needs the relief of someone else’s touch. If his heat is anything like mine, the space between these moments will slowly but surely disappear until all he can do is chase the relief of coming.
“Ssh,” I insist, reaching up so we can kiss while I fondle him over his sweats.
It’s important I let him drive his heat. So, if he wants me to jerk him off while he’s still dressed, then that’s what I’ll do.
Even his kisses taste like his mouth and tongue have been painted in liquid sugar, making him sweeter than ever. His skin is warm, his hair down so it hangs like a halo around us.
It takes no time at all until he’s whimpering into my mouth and fighting to free himself at the same time. Our arms and legs go everywhere, but we manage to pull his sweats down to his thighs at the same time he starts to orgasm.
Sitting up a little, I get my first glimpse of a male Omega in heat. All around his groin, he’s swollen, and he’s glistening, as if he’s dipped himself in a jar of honey. A rush of warmth gathers in my own body at the sight, and I kick myself for saying no. But I seriously have to. If I get caught up in Rafferty and his heat, I’ll be forgetting my intentions and begging for bites.
His stomach muscles ripple in the aftermath of his release. His sweats need to be changed because of how slick soaked they are. I sit up and guide his legs out before I fold them up and leave them to the side. His T-shirt goes next, and then Rafferty reclines back, his arm bent behind his head as he stares at me with his hooded, sex-filled eyes.
He definitely doesn’t look like he’s in any discomfort at all. He’s positively glowing, and scenting up a storm.
“How about a bath or a shower?” As I trail my fingers up his leg, he squirms but doesn’t pull away.
“No. I just want to be near you.”
