My body goes straight back into full need.
Silas crawls down my body and pushes my legs wider. He rubs his palm over my swollen sex before tugging hard at my panties until they pull apart at the seams.
I lift my head and watch him. The look in his eyes is almost feral.
“Do you like caramel, daddy?” I tease.
He growls, then dips his mouth to me. He licks and sucks until I’m screaming. I pull at the bindings, legs tight against his head. After that, everything blurs.
At some point sleep finally drags me under. When I wake several hours later, my wrists have been released, and I’m tucked into Silas’warm body. His arm is heavy across my waist. His beard is against my hair. The bird earrings are still in my ears.
I don't move. I don't want to.
Saint
I pull into the driveway earlier than usual, the engine ticking quietly as I shut the Jeep off. The appointment with Dr. Alvarez went better than expected. She twisted my arm into positions that I’m not convinced shoulders should go, studied the scans, then leaned back in her chair.
Cleared for full duty.
Starting next week, I’m back on the regular rotation. Twenty-four hours on shift, forty-eight off. The same schedule I ran before the injury. Which means I’ll be spending a lot more time at the house. With Lark.
I've been waiting for this for months. Now it's here and I don't know what to do with it.
My alpha is thrilled.Me, not so much.
I stay in the Jeep longer than I should, forearms braced on the steering wheel. A massive work truck is parked crooked in front of the garage, preventing me from pulling into my normal spot.
Carol’s Glass and Mirrorsis painted across the side in bold red letters. I squint at it for a second. What the hell does Lark need with custom mirrors?
I ease the Jeep forward and pull to the side of the drive, letting my two passenger side tires edge onto the lawn so whoever owns the monstrosity can get out later.
When I step inside, Silas is standing in the kitchen with two bottles of water in one hand.
I jerk my thumb toward the driveway. “What’s up with the mirrors and glass truck?”
Silas glances toward the window like he’d forgotten it was there. “Something for the nest. Lark’s been secretive about it. I’ve been trying to sneak waters into the workers, but she won’t let me see anything.”
My alpha roars to life. “She has men up there? In her nest?”
Silas growls at the suggestion. “Fuck no. It’s a mixed crew of omega and beta women.”
That knowledge appeases my alpha, if only just a little. But his interest is piqued at the idea of something happening in the nest.
What is she doing? Is it a surprise for us?
I roll my eyes internally. This asshole goes days on end without speaking to me, and then when he does it’s only ever about Lark. I shut him down quick, though. What the hell an omega needs with custom mirrors or glass in a nest is beyond me. But if it keeps her busy upstairs and out of my space, I’m not complaining.
Lark being upstairs keeps her scent mostly contained to the third floor and leaves me in relative peace down here. Because even her diluted scent drifting through the house crawls through my skin.
Caramel. Warm. Sweet. It’s a fucking tracking beacon.
It’s different now. Muddled with Graham’s chocolate and hazelnut. Her scent clings to Silas’s whiskey and honey too, though his doesn’t seem to linger on her quite as strongly.
The mixing of their scents should make this easier. Dull the edge. Make the pull toward her less potent. It doesn’t. If anything, it makes it worse. Because now she doesn't just smell like her. She smells like them. She smells like pack.
My alpha’s out of his mind with it.
Silas studies me for a moment before taking a drink. “Don’t forget,” he says. “You’ve got your date with our omega tonight.”
