Chapter 10
MAEVE
I’m high off adrenaline as I head back into the restaurant, meeting Ivan’s pleased expression.
“So?” he asks.
“Follow me home,” I say simply, breathless.
He raises an eyebrow. “Yes, ma’am.”
I’ve been soaked with slick since Logan joined our table, his Alpha scent mixing with Ivan’s perfectly.
I’ve been crawling out of my skin since Logan started opening up to me, clenching my hands into fists to keep from leaning over the table and kissing both Alphas.
Logan is a good man.
He’s kind, smart, and shy in a way that makes me swoon.
Ivan was right—Logan likes me; it’s evident in the way his eyes kept falling to my lips.
I’m not sure he realized he was doing it.
It was supposed to just be a quick hug outside, but I wasn’t able to leave his arms, especially after he purred for me.
“He purred,” I excitedly say to Ivan, who stands and takes my hand. I didn’t expect him to be so supportive of my attraction to Logan, but he was the one that encouraged me to talk to him in the parking lot.
It was a great idea. I’m giddy from the hug, but I’m also aroused beyond belief now that I know Ivan is coming home with me.
He walks me—more like I pull him—to my car, and he chuckles when I whine as he releases my hand.
“Let me grab a change of clothes, and I’ll be over,” he says, laughing when I pout.
My Omega needs him now.
I need him now.
“But wait,” he says softly, his pupils blown with lust. “Before I go…” He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me close. “May I kiss you? This is the way I imagined it. After our first date.”
I grin, his spicy caramel apple scent dancing over me. “What took you so long?” I ask simply.
He leans in, his mouth inches from mine. “Overthinking. But I’m done doing that.”
I stand on my tiptoes, and he angles his head down. Our lips touch briefly, and I’m pleased to discover they’re as soft as I imagined them to be.
It’s chaste, sweet, and not too long.
A perfect first kiss.
I smile against his lips, and he kisses me again, huffing a laugh against my mouth.
I wrap my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss, and he grips my waist tightly, pulling me flush to him. His hardness presses against my stomach, and I whine into his mouth.
He groans while his tongue licks mine, then he pulls away quickly, leaving me panting.
“No,” he breathes, his lips swollen from kissing. “I need to get you into a bed. I won’t do this to you in a parking lot our first time.”
My body burns and my womb aches, my cunt fluttering on nothing.
Despite my agony, he’s right.
“I want to be in a nest,” I agree, my voice shaky.
“Yes, baby, fuck,” he hisses, running a hand through his hair and taking a step back. “You deserve all of that, we just have to get you home. Are you okay to drive, still?”
I make a face. “I’m horny, not impaired.” I look pointedly at the obvious erection in his jeans, and he lets out a weak chuckle.
“Fair enough. I’ll see you soon, sweetheart.”
Sweetheart.
Another pet name to add to the list.
I’m collecting them like trading cards.
“Wait!” I call out shakily, my limbs feeling like jelly. “Do you know where I live?”
He grins as he heads to his car. “Of course, babe.”
I don’t have time to ponder on that, not with the way my pussy aches for him.
I just need to get home.
The drive is tortuous, with me gritting my teeth and gripping the wheel too hard the entire ride.
These clothes are too constraining.
I need to be naked with soft fabrics dancing along my body and writhing around in a nest while Ivan joins me.
I shoot him a quick text once I stumble inside my apartment on shaky legs, my womb cramping with every movement.
Got home. Hurry.
I contemplate leaving the door unlocked but know there is a long list of people who would kill me for doing that.
My apartment complex is nice and tucked away in a quiet part of town, but I’m still an unmated Omega living alone.
Though, it would be nice to just wait for Ivan to find me in my nest, wet with anticipation.
I can barely get through the shower, my nipples hard and aching, my clit just as desperate for attention.
Slick spills out of me, and I frantically try to wash it away before giving up.
My Heat isn’t due for a bit, yet my body is already acting like it’s in the throes of one.
It’s torture.
Slipping on a black cotton nightgown and panties, I wait for Ivan in my bedroom, pacing across the carpet and yanking out all the nesting blankets I have from the closet.
By the time I’m satisfied, there are mountains of memory foam pillows, silk blankets, soft comforters, and enough comfy materials on my bed to make the perfect nest.
My heartbeat hammers in my chest, and I end up perched on the edge of the mattress, waiting for him.
Insecurities slam into me, my mind suddenly racing with negative thoughts.
What if he changed his mind?
What if—
But a knock startles the thoughts out of me, and I’m yanking open the front door before I can think.
Ivan stands there, a smile on his face, until he sees what I’m wearing.
“Holy shit,” he murmurs.
“Come in,” I whisper, my cunt aching at the hungry look on his face. “I’m so sick of waiting—”
The moment he’s inside my apartment, he nudges the door closed and spins me around so my back is against it. His mouth is on mine, his breath minty and sweet, and I let out a strangled moan.
“You…look…incredible,” he pants against my neck. His lips reach my mating gland, and I cry out, running a hand through his messy dark hair and pulling.
“Too sensitive?” he murmurs against my skin, amused.
“Don’t tease me,” I beg. “Just kiss me, Ivan.”
His mouth is back at mine, and my head spins.
I don’t know how long we stand there, tasting each other. I giggle delightedly, but something starts to change.
His delicious scent, apple and caramel, suddenly becomes more.
He’s always smelled irresistible, but my body grows taut as he flicks his tongue into my mouth.
He grips my waist and freezes, letting out an almost pained groan.
My inner Omega begins to scream, a pressure in my chest building until it’s unbearable.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
“What’s happening?” I gasp, my cunt clenching painfully. My panties are soaked, and I’m dangerously close to an orgasm just from kissing him.
He presses his forehead to mine, panting. “Oh,” he breathes. “Baby, I think it’s happening.”
“What’s happening?” Goosebumps pebble on my skin, and I’m drunk on his scent, my clit throbbing and desperate for attention.
Alpha Alpha Alpha
Ivan groans again, pressing me into the door, the outline of his erection through his jeans pushing against my stomach.
“Mine,” he growls. “Mine.”
His voice has never been that deep before, never so full of possession.
“Yours,” I agree, because nothing has ever felt so right.
It’s a universal truth that I sense deep inside of me.
It’s a scent match.
“Oh my god,” I breathe. “Oh…”
“Shit,” he hisses. “I knew it. I fucking knew it was you.”
We haven’t been alone like this before, the room charged with arousal.
I’ve never just scented Ivan. It’s always been around other people and when my body wasn’t aching for him.
He’s my scent match!
“We were right,” I giggle, half delirious. “Ivan, we were right.”
His pheromones, his biology was made specifically for me.
“Holy shit, where’s your bedroom?” he asks, his voice strangled. “Baby, where’s your bedroom?” He grabs my ass to lift me, and I wrap my legs around him. He holds me close, purring loudly.
“Down the hall, first room on the left,” I moan, burying my face in his neck. I lick his Adam’s apple then suck on his skin, sinking my teeth in gently.
“Oh, sweet fuck,” he moans, spinning us around and leading me through the apartment, the front door growing further away. “Maeve—Omega—”
I hum, tasting the tart apple flavor of him.
When we reach my bedroom, he sucks in a breath and deposits me gently on the blankets, and I smile warmly up at him. His eyes are glassy, and despite the hunger in his gaze, he regards me tenderly. “Your nest is beautiful,” he says, and I beam at the praise. “May I join you, sweetheart?”
I laugh softly and spread my legs. The camisole has ridden up my thighs, and my soaked black panties are on display for him. “Of course, Alpha.”
He groans. “I’ll never get tired of hearing that,” he promises, kicking off his shoes.
“Pants and shirt off,” I demand. “Let me see you.”
He smirks as he pulls at his belt. “You don’t need to ask me twice, darling.”
Darling.
Another pet name.
By the time he’s stepped out of his shirt and pants, I’m staring at him in shock, all playful retorts gone.
He stands over the bed with his lean and defined chest, a dark dusting of hair leading up from the top of his boxers to his stomach. The V of his hips is deliciously defined, and his thick cock juts out from his boxers, hard and leaking.
He’s perfect, and all mine.
“Touch me,” I whisper.
He’s on me immediately, crawling over me and bringing his mouth to mine. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited,” he whispers against my lips. “I thought—I thought it would never happen. But I was just waiting for you.”
His hand reaches between my legs, and when he feels how soaked my panties are, he hisses.
“This all for me, sweetheart?” he whispers, tugging at the fabric. I lift my hips and he helps me tug them off, the cool air hitting my bare cunt.
I can only moan in reply, my head spinning with the knowledge that I have a scent match, and it’s Ivan.
Ivan, whom I’ve adored since the first day I met him.
Who treats animals with compassion and is the first to lend a hand when someone needs it.
And who knows exactly how to find my clit without even looking.
When his thumb brushes the spot, I arch my back and cry out while he chuckles weakly. “Right there?” he confirms, rubbing slow circles with his thumb, keeping his focus on my face.
My nipples ache against the fabric of my nightgown, sticking out through the dark fabric. His eyes fall to my breasts, and with a pleased hum, he takes one into his mouth.