“Well, that went well.” Tae smirks. “Did it make you feel any better?”
“No.” I kick the chair to relieve my frustration, but unfortunately, it does nothing.
Fuck! Soon I’ll have to deal with the fallout—hire a new manager who isn’t associated with my old label, get someone to manage my social media, find a new producer… Hell, maybe I’ll even self-produce? But before any of that, Delilah is my first priority.
The tires crunching on the gravel outside alerts us to their return. I’m already running before they’re even through the doorway.
“I’m so sorry, Delilah,” I croak as soon as she walks inside.
Instead of being met with anger, she smiles softly. “It wasn’t your fault, Jagger.”
“But if I hadn’t left the band?—”
“You had no way of knowing this would happen.” She reached up to cup my cheek. Her tender touch takes me off guard, centering me and calming some of the anger still scalding my veins after speaking to my douchebag ex-bandmates.
“And the comments?—”
She puts a finger to my lips. “Kady recommended we do a media blackout, and I think that’s a good idea. No screens, no internet, just us—” She winces, clutching her stomach. “Ouch!”
“Delilah?” Nash’s arms wrap around her, cocooning her in his massive biceps. “Are you okay?”
“I…” Her pupils swallow her irises. “Oh, shit! I forgot to take my suppressants this morning.” Her gaze strays to my lips as she inhales deeply, looking like she’s entering a trance. “Wow. Your scent.” She licks her lips. “You smell like marshmallows.” She nuzzles the sides of her face into Nash’s chest. It’s a look that sends all the blood in my body rushing to my groin, a primitive instinct screaming at me to bow down between her legs andmake her feel amazing. “And Jagger? You smell like salted caramel fudge. Mmm.”
Any more thoughts about Brad, Drew, and Valerie are erased from my mind with one sniff of her perfume—now thick in the air between us, the unmistakable pheromones of an omega about to go into heat. “Get her to the nest. Right fucking now.”
Nash’s already one step ahead of me, scooping her up into a fireman’s lift. “You’re coming with me!”
“But I want to feel Jagger’s hair!” I hear her complain as he carries her up to the nest. “It looks so soft!”
All that matters now is taking care of Delilah’s needs. She has my—our—entire focus.
Tae scratches his head in confusion. “Wh?—”
“Grab her bags, fill up the water bottles with those special supplements we bought, then bring them up to the nest,” I instruct him. “Delilah’s going into heat.”
Judging by the sheer intensity of her perfume—which is making it hard for me to string a sentence together—I follow its trail like a bloodhound through the house.
This is no heat spike.
FORTY-THREE
Delilah
I breathe in Nash’s maple and toasted marshmallow scent as he races up the stairs, endorphins streaming through my body. He seems to be worried, but all I can concentrate on is how amazing he smells. And how freaking incredible this entire house smells. The scent of caramel, coffee, and coconut seems to absorb into my skin, giving me the urge to roll around and cover myself in it.
“Mmmm,” I groan. “Did it always smell so good here?”
“It does now.” Jagger’s voice comes from behind me as Nash urgently kicks the door to the nest open. “You’re leaving a pretty strong trail of perfume behind you, rainbow.”
“Shoes off!” I squeal before Nash stomps into my sacred space.
I recoil at the thought of muddy boots treading all over my blankets and lovely, soft carpet.
“You got it.” He gently places me down then bends to undo his laces. My crotch tingles with his head so close to it, and my hand juts out—unable to control my urges—as I grab his head and push his face into my skirt.
“What an impatient omega,” he croons, hoisting the fabric up and inhaling me through it.
His nose pressing against my pussy has me grinding against him, rocking into his face.
