My pussy aches with each step down the hallway, aching for another knot. My inner Omega doesn’t want to stray far from my nest, so hopefully?—
I crash into a broad, strong chest that smells like expensive bourbon, and strong arms wrap around me.
Licking my lips, I look up to see Logan, gazing at me with warm eyes.
“Hey,” he says gently, his lips pulled into a soft smile. “I’ve been waiting.”
The confidence in his tone makes my stomach flutter. “Oh, yeah?” I breathe. “Waiting for what?”
To my surprise, he backs me down the hallway, and a chill runs down my spine at his movements. He presses me against the wall next to the nesting room gently but firmly.
“Waiting for you to wake up,” he says, and then, his mouth is at my mating gland. I gasp in surprise, then moan loudly, closing my eyes.
Logan has never been this bold, but I love it.
I didn’t have to seek him out—he found me.
“Turns out, I can be jealous,” he whispers against the raised, sensitive bump of skin. He runs his tongue along the bite marks left by Fang, making my womb clench on nothing. “You…you said you might let me bite you first. And then you didn’t.”
Slick trickles down my upper thighs while he gently sucks on my skin.
“I didn’t know I was the jealous type,” he huffs, blowing cool air on my gland, making me squeak. “I didn’t know that, until now.”
Logan,myLogan, is suddenly possessive, and I hang on to every word he says.
“I’m not mad,” he promises me, voice tender. “I’m never mad at you, Maeve. Just impatient.”
I whimper. “Alpha…”
“I didn’t know I could want the things I want with you,” he breathes, sounding dizzy. “I’m finally starting to understand.”
He smells like bourbon and vanilla, like kindness and strength.
“Understand what?” I’m gasping in his hold, my head spinning with the warmth of his aroma.
“That I can have you forever. That you’re made for me.”
The words are stuttered against my skin, his vulnerability shining through.
My sweet, unsure Logan finally knows that he’ll never be alone again.
That he’s mine, all mine, that he’s seen and understood andloved.
But I can’t get any of those words out. I can only choke out moans, since his hand his found his way under my sleep shirt and his fingers stroke my upper thighs.
“May I take you to your nest?” he whispers, and I whimper and nod.
“May I carry you again?”
So polite, even when I can tell he’s more Alpha than man.
Always gentle, always caring, always cautious.
I love that about him.
“I love you,” I whisper into his ear, and he freezes his movements. He sucks in a ragged breath as he stills against me.
Finally, he pulls back to look at me, his pupils huge, his eyes glassy. His chest heaves as he breathes rapidly, staring at me in disbelief.
