CHAPTER SIXTEEN #2
Around five Wednesday evening, I wake up to a sealed bowl of fresh fruit on ice. A smile lifts the corners of my lips. I know Thatcher left this. So thoughtful.
After my shower, I devour the bowl of fruit.
My sock covered feet carry me down the hallway to thank Thatcher.
I peek in his room, he’s not there. Sawyer and Archer aren’t in their bedrooms either.
Dustin’s probably resting. I’ll grab a couple of bottles of water for us.
I head downstairs. The smell of bacon wafts through the air.
“Something smells delicious,” I mutter.
I step into the kitchen and my eyes widen. His inky black hair has been cut closer on the sides and longer on top. A few dark strands hang over one eye.
“Dustin, what are you doing?”
He turns toward me, his chiseled abs fully revealed, jeans slung low on his hips highlighting that flawless V-shape. A dark trail of hair trails down from his navel, vanishing beneath the waistband.
A warm flush gathers deep in my core, moisture slicking over my skin. Damn, I’m already slipping into pre-heat. He’s far too tempting to resist. That’s the heat talking.
He’s injured, Harper.
He smirks. “I’m cooking dinner.”
“You didn’t have to cook. I could’ve cooked.”
“How can I make up for my wrong doings if you cook.”
Arms crossing my chest, I step beside him. “You’re injured. You can go back to proving you’re not an asshole when you’re healed.”
He presses a kiss to my lips. “I’m just about done cooking. If it makes you feel any better, I’m using the air fryer. Cuts down my cooking time.”
“Where is everyone?” I ask moving to his left arm to check his bandage.
“They’re looking for Doug. It appears he’s not dead. Probably injured though.” Dustin flips the chicken.
A grin lifts my cheeks. “You put hot sauce on half the batch.”
He wraps his injured arm around my waist and winces. “I know what you love, Harper.”
“I miss this.” I move away and grab two plates out of the cabinet.
“Harper, I can handle everything. Have a seat.”
“Dustin, as soon as your done cooking go back to bed.”
“Yes ma’am.”
I open the fridge and grab a bottle of white wine. Maybe the wine will calm my body for my upcoming heat.
Dustin prepares our plates.
“Did you tell me the whole story last night?”
“No, because a murder took place. But I’ll tell you about the Wolves.”
I listen intently while I devour my bacon wrapped asparagus, gourmet chicken wings, and twice baked potatoes.
Dustin can cook his ass off. He knows amazing food is the way to my heart. So slick.
“Wait did I hear you correctly? You guys have killed people?”
“Yes. Bad people. Very bad people.” He bites into his chicken dunked in ranch sauce.
“I’m giving you the cliff notes version.”
“I saw you guys last week. The pledges were walking on coals. It looked like hazing.”
“This isn’t a fraternity. They have to prove they’re willing to go to hell and back for the Wolves.”
I had no idea the guys would be involved in such a dangerous secret world.
“Leave the dishes in the sink. I’m going to shower. Come to my room. We’ll watch a movie.”
“Yeah,” I smile. “I’ll be up in a moment.”
While I load the dishwasher, I drink another glass of wine. Will their secret world bleed into our life again down the line?
I go to my room to floss and brush my teeth when my pheromones swirl around the bathroom. “Oh shit.”
As much as I want to go to Dustin’s room to watch a movie I don’t think I can. I need my nest. Climbing into bed, I peel off my socks, jeans, and t-shirt. I toss them on the nearby chair. Damn, I should’ve brought the bottle of wine to my room.
I grab the remote and flip on one of my favorite shows. Grabbing up all my blankets, I lay in them like a cocoon. “Need nest,” I murmur.
The soft fabric brings me some comfort.
“Harper,” Dustin calls out.
“I’m in here,” I whisper.
I feel the bed dip a little under his weight. “What’s wrong?”
He peels back the layers until he finds my face. “Baby, what’s wrong?”
His sexiness is fucking killing me.
“Heat…coming…now.”
“I’m here, little omega.” He caresses my face and purrs sending shockwaves through my body.
His pine and vanilla scent make me see fucking stars.
“You, you, can’t. You’ve been shot.”
“I’ll get through the pain. You need me more.” He purrs again.
“Dustin, are you sure?”
“Yes.” His soft pink lips take mine in a hungry kiss that says we’ve been apart way too long.
“Remember what we promised each other years ago?”
“Yes. When I awakened, we’d make love.”
“That’s right,” he whispers, pressing his cheek to mine, calming me.
“I need you, Dustin.”
“Harper, I need you too.”
He stands briefly and releases the towel that hugs his waist carved of stone.
It falls to the floor revealing everything I need. His dick and knot.
“Knot,” I whine.
Dustin climbs onto the bed and unclasps my bra, freeing my breasts. I snatch the bra from him and toss it across the room.
“Do you have your Glock close by?” he asks.
“Yeah, it’s in the nightstand drawer.”
He leans over, pulls the gun out, and sets it on the nightstand.
I reach to tear off my panties.
“Harper, I’ve got them.” His strong body covers mine.
He trails kisses along my neck while his large hand cups my breast.
The warmth of our skin against skin sends a thrill through me.
I’m glad I started birth control after coming back to Greywood—there was no way I was going to the heat clinic and ending up pregnant. Now that I’m with my pack, I know I want a family with them—but not just yet.
I wrap my legs around his waist. “Feels good,” I whisper.
His eyes lock on mine. “I’m going to give you what you need.”
I nod as he kisses a path down my belly. Dustin slips his fingers into my waistband and slides my soaked panties down my legs. His lips brush the delicate hair covering my mound.
“Dustin,” I cry out, arching my back and pressing my pussy against his mouth.
“You’re such a greedy little omega. Is all this slick for your alpha?” He grins cockily.
“Yes, all yours,” I shout.
He tosses my panties aside. Dustin drapes my legs over his shoulders. “So damn slick,” he murmurs against my labia.
“Fuck,” I cry out.
His lips on my pussy are driving me crazy, I grip his hair and grind against his face. Not sure how he keeps up with my rhythm.
“I’m coming, Dustin.”
“That’s a good omega. Come for your alpha.” His deep vocals sends me spiraling out of control. I scream at the top of my lungs as Dustin licks up my slick. He looks intoxicated.
“You don’t know what you do to me, baby. You drive me fucking crazy.”
He climbs over my body and takes my lips. Our tongues tangle. His hand dives into my coils as my fingers grip his hair.
“I have a confession to make,” he breathes between kisses.
“What?”
“I kidnapped Lionel.”
I try to sit up. “What?”
“Yeah, he’s in a cell underground. I told you I will kill for you. And he’s got to fucking go,” he growls.
Great, my pack are jealous murderers.
A part of me doesn’t feel bad for that asshole.
“You all are crazy,” I say.
“Yes, for our omega.”
I lick his neck and inhale his scent. My hand reaches between our sweaty bodies. I grip his hard dick.
“Give me what I need,” I bite out.
“Knot right now,” I growl.
Dustin pushes me against the bed and lightly bites my neck as he pushes inside of me.
Slick pours out of me allowing me to take his dick.
He meets my gaze. “Are you okay?” He asks as he pushes in inch by inch.
“Yes, more please,” I beg.
I throw my hips as he strokes faster inside of me.
“Fuck, Harper, it’s better than I dreamed.”
Dustin and I fooled around a lot before we broke up. This is our first time.
“I love you, Dustin.”
“I love you, too, little omega.”
I’ve always loved when he called me little omega.
“Knot me, Dustin.”
He pays no heed to my words, focusing instead on delivering more pleasure, careful not to strain his injured arm. Gently, he pushes my leg back, planting a kiss on my calf as he thrusts deep into me.
“I’m going to knot you now,” he growls through clenched teeth.
The mixture of pain and satisfaction on his face sparks a smile on mine, especially as he hits that spot inside me, pulling me over the edge.
He looks utterly fucking irresistible.
Our lips meet as his knot locks inside me. “Alpha, it feels so good,” I murmur, a satisfied grin spreading across my cheeks.
Dustin’s body covers mine once more. Careful not to add all his weight on my body. Our scents mingle perfectly.
My fated mate,” he whispers in my ear.
“Scent match too,” I reply.
We exchange a tender smile.
I wrap my legs around his back as we lie entwined. Safe and comforted beneath his powerful frame, I feel completely at ease.
Dustin purrs softly, and my eyes gently close.