“I do. All I need is your permission, Isabelle.”
If this woman was anything like Willow, I expected her to fight me. But then I saw it, the moment clarity settled in her eyes, making the blue crystal clear. Her body slumped.
“I couldn’t protect her.”
My heart dropped into my stomach.
“He made it so you couldn’t.”
I didn’t know how, but I knew he had something to do withIsabelle’s condition. And I was going to find out. All I needed was her permission. She blinked away a stray tear, resolve glistening in her features.
“Okay.”
“Okay,” I echoed.
Without letting go of her hands, I fished my phone out of my pocket, sending a text. A minute later, a young beta girl appeared, crouching in the grass by Isabelle. The woman was exceedingly gentle, talking Isabelle through every step before sealing the blood sample and packing away her supplies.
“Doctor Sweeney will be in touch soon, Mr. Finnegan.”
“Thank you, dear,” I said, and the girl disappeared the way she came. “Ready?”
After escorting Isabelle back to the dining room, I was pleased to see Willow completely at ease with Aidan and Liam. And I was even happier to see a vein in William’s head about to throb out of his temple.
He jumped to his feet upon our arrival.
“Time to go home.”
I patted Isabelle’s hand, pecking her cheek before she and Willow said their goodbyes. Liam and Aidan offered to drive William and Isabelle home, and I chuckled at the green color rising on William’s face.
Once we were alone again, Willow stepped into my space.
“Alpha,” she whispered, the sound listless and needy.
A coil of hair wrapped around my finger as I tucked it behind her ear. She came to me, her alpha, and I’d take care of her. I slipped an arm under her knees, sweeping her up and against my torso.
“You did such a good job today. Do you want to curl in front of the fire and watch a movie or cuddle in your nest?”
“Nest?”
“Yes, Omega. My good girl. Let’s go to your nest. I need to reward you.”
Twenty-Nine
KAELEN
The first hint of dawn pressed against my eyes, but it wasn’t the light that woke me from a dreamless sleep. A warm pressure glided across my chest, moving lower. I groaned, the sound sleep-roughened. The musky scent of arousal clouded my senses, mixing with overwhelming notes of honey and wildflowers.
With my eyes still closed, I slid my hands into Willow’s silken hair, urging her closer. A gasp brushed over my lips as her fingertips dipped into the waistband of my briefs. I licked my lips, lifting my arse as she slid the tight fabric down my thighs.
Tiny fingers encircled my shaft, making my head fall back into the pillows. The pad of her thumb stroked over the slit, catching the bead of pre-cum there and dragging it down my cock.
“Omega,” I moaned.
Instead of saying anything, she giggled a tantalizing sound that made me harder than stone. Those velvety lips wrapped aroundmy tip, and white-hot pleasure moved like molten liquid through my veins. My nails scratched at the blankets, and I swore I saw God as she took me into the back of her throat.
She swallowed around me, and a string of Gaelic curses hissed through my teeth. My balls tightened, and too quickly I was emptying myself in her hot little mouth.
I finally opened my eyes, the muscles in my abdomen rolling as I emptied the last of my come. Her lips curved as she flicked her tongue over the head, making it twitch.
