CHAPTER THIRTEEN
HARPER
I stir awake to the soft hum of purring and the intoxicating blend of sandalwood, cedar, and fresh laundry filling the air. A slow wave of pleasure spreads through me as I gasp, “Thatcher.”
His fingers find my clit, working me expertly. I can’t recall when I slipped out of my pajama bottoms and panties.
“Tell me this pussy is mine,” Thatcher growls close to my ear.
I won’t give him that claim. My pussy doesn’t belong to any of them. Still, they’re working to get on my good side. Waking up to this kind of pleasure is a great way to start my day.
“You smell like mine, Harper,” he murmurs against my skin.
His long, thick dick presses into my side. Without hesitation, I reach inside his boxers and begin stroking him.
“Fuck,” he groans.
His lips crash onto mine in a fierce kiss. I stroke faster as he keeps pleasing me. His shaft twitches in my hand. My body trembles as we climax together. His cum spurts all over my flannel pajama top.
Thatcher’s head sinks into one of the many pillows. He licks my slick from his fingers.
“Damn, you taste good, little omega.”
I lean into him and slide my fingers through his golden strands. “Thatcher, just because you made me come doesn’t mean we’ll bond.”
He kisses the tip of my nose. “I know. I’ll run a bath for you. Dustin will prepare breakfast. But I’ll clean up any slick covering your pussy and thighs first.” He flashes a cocky grin.
He positions himself between my legs and licks my pussy clean until I cum again. Thatcher stands on his knees, unbuttons my soiled top, and removes it. “I’ll wash the bedding too.”
“Who is this Thatcher and what have you done with the asshole?”
He kisses my lips again. “I’m behaving like the Thatcher you remember before you left.”
I notice the hurt in his beautiful expression. He turned into a shell of an alpha when I left Greywood. I caress his handsome face. “I’ll let you get to work.”
He grins and pecks my lips again before he disappears into the bathroom.
A smile lifts my lips as I bask in this moment.
I reach into the nightstand for the scent suppressants. Then decide against taking them. I have to learn how to manage my need. If I’m not careful, I’ll let them knot me. I shake off the thought.
Be strong Harper.
***
“Someone’s scent is getting stronger,” Sawyer says as he climbs behind the steering wheel.
I don’t meet his gaze. Instead, I peer out the SUV passenger window. “I didn’t take the scent suppressants today.”
He cups my chin, turning my gaze to lock with his. “I wouldn’t ever hurt you, little omega. I’ll always keep you safe. I hated that I didn’t reach Lionel before he attacked you.”
My mouth falls open, and I grasp his hand, pressing it to my chest. “Thank you. When he didn't try to break down my door, I thought maybe someone spotted him in the hallway and scared him off.”
“Nope. I dragged his pathetic ass out of the building and beat him nearly to death. I don’t shy away from murder, Harper. I’d kill for you anytime.” He winks.
I laugh softly. “That’s not necessary, Sawyer.”
“It’s necessary if someone tries to hurt you. Doesn’t matter who—they’re all fair game. Even my father’s no exception.” He nibbles at my lips before deepening our kiss. With Sawyer, I feel protected and cherished.
It still baffles me that their fathers don’t want us together.
I pull away, locking eyes with his gray gaze. “Will you sleep in my nest tonight?”
He grins. “Absolutely.”
“Just sleep, Sawyer.”
He presses his lips to mine once more. “Just sleep… after you ride my tongue.”
I collapse back into my seat, laughing. “You’re so damn naughty.”
“Only for you, little omega.”
***
Sawyer squeezes my hand as we step inside the movie theater. Growing up, the guys and I would go to the movies a couple of times a month. Tonight, Sawyer made sure I knew this was a date—movie and dinner.
It’s been ages since I last went on a date. It feels good, to be noticed, to be valued.
We stop at the concession stand. Even though Sawyer knows my favorite snacks, he still asks what I want. It feels like we’ve been given a second chance. Is it just going to be me and Sawyer, or will I find a way to forgive the other alphas and build a pack?
We collect the snacks, popcorn, and soda.
“Theater nine,” Sawyer announces.
I scan the area and see women eyeing Sawyer with longing. He doesn’t even notice them; all his attention is on me.
There’s a killer on the loose, yet Sawyer still carved out time to take me on this date.
***
After an incredible date with Sawyer, we stand together at the foot of my bed. It feels so odd calling this my nest. But that’s what it is. Tomorrow, Dustin, Thatcher, and Archer will be painting the room, and Sawyer has arranged for a cozy sofa and rug to arrive on Monday.
“Sawyer, I’m supposed to live in my dorm room.”
His teeth brush against my neck while his large hands settle firmly on my hips. The heat between us ignites, and I ache to climb his body and take his knot. This is exactly what I feared—losing myself in the swirling mix of our scents, driving us both wild.
“I want to bond with you, omega.”
I lift his t-shirt up his back and pull it over his head. His hands immediately seek my breasts beneath my sweater.
“Rut now,” he growls.
“Sawyer, I don’t know if that’s what I want,” I whisper, though it’s a lie.
Deep inside, I long to mate with my scent matches, my fated mates, my pack.
My fingers graze his muscled chest and slick pools in my panties. I push him back.
“Not taking the scent suppressants are dangerous because now I just want to fuck and bond.”
His chest rises and falls as he grips my face. “I’ll control myself. I need you to sit on my face though.”
I grin up at him. “Yes, I want that so badly.”
We slipped out of the last of our clothes. Sawyer lifted me into his arms and moved across the bed. I wrapped my arms and legs tightly around him, pressing myself against his rigid length.
“Sawyer, you’re so big.”
“Don’t worry,” he says as he flips onto his back. “You’ll be able to take my cock.”
I sit up and circle my pussy on his dick and knot.
“Fuck, baby,” he growls.
Sawyer leans in, his hands cupping my breasts as his lips close over one nipple. A wave of pleasure makes my head fall back, savoring the warmth of his mouth against me.
“Your mouth feels incredible.”
He shifts to my other breast, his tongue tracing slow circles around my areola, igniting a fire within me.
He sinks back onto the bed, gripping my thighs and pulling me closer. My wetness slicks his chest.
“I want your scent on me always—lavender, jasmine, and apples.”
I take his hand, guiding it across my face and breasts. “I want your scent all over me too. Musk, vanilla, and caramel. So addictive,” I murmur through clenched teeth, fighting the urge to slide down his body and drive my pussy onto his knot.
“I’ll never let you go, Harper. Never,” he vows, sliding me over his mouth.
Sawyer’s tongue swirls around my clit, sending a delicious shiver racing up my spine.
“Oh fuck,” I gasp.
This man’s tongue is made for me. These alphas have ruined me for anyone else. I only want them. I’d only ever wanted my fated mates.
My fingers thread his brown locks and I stare into his beautiful gray eyes. His hands grip my thighs holding me in place.
“Come down my throat, little omega,” he orders.
A jolt of electricity surges through my body as I reach my peak. “Sawyer,” I cry out.
He lets go of my shaking legs, and I collapse against his broad chest. Sawyer presses a gentle kiss to my ankle. “You’re my favorite dessert. Remember that.”
I grin, my southern drawl thick as I say, “I will.”
Before he can react, I drop to my knees between his legs, wrapping my hand around his length and taking him into my mouth.
He grips my coils, guiding my head downward until he rests deep in my throat. Panic flares as I struggle to breathe, but steadying myself, I inhale and exhale through my nose.
“Fuck,” he growls, then pulls free.
“Sawyer, I want to taste your cum,” I murmur, stroking him gently.
Without protest, he offers that wicked smirk.
I press my lips to the head, humming softly before bobbing my head rapidly, sucking eagerly.
“Harper,” he bellows, releasing hot ropes of cum down my throat.
His gaze locks with mine. “Such a good little omega.”
I press a tender kiss to his abs.
“Who taught you how to suck dick?”
I chuckle. “You know who. Dustin.”
“I have to thank him.” He grins pulling me up his chest.
Sawyer grabs one of the many soft blankets and pulls it over our bodies.
“We’re a pack,” he says brushing my hair out of my face. “We’re meant to bond.”
My fingers roam his chest as he purrs bringing me security and comfort.
“I love you, Harper,” Sawyer whispers.