Chapter 19
LOGAN
Everything in the kitchen pantry is organized.
Clean nesting blankets are warming up in the dryer, waiting for my scent match.
She’s in Heat.
Maeve is in Heat, and she’s my scent match.
My inner Alpha, which I’ve been able to keep at bay for years—for fucking years—has made his presence known since I’ve met Maeve.
It’s an impulsive, primal, uncomfortable feeling that I’ve tried my best to manage.
But then she licked me in the car.
She…licked…me.
Sitting outside in the freezing air didn’t help as much as I hoped it would.
Her scent still haunts me, still fills this tiny cabin as if to mock me.
I’ve heard her with both Ivan and Fang now, and I’m stuck out here, desperate to find anything to do.
Thankfully, the cabin that Fang rented happened to have enough food to get us by until a grocery delivery can arrive.
I’ve prepared three different soups, made iced tea, and have other drinks on hand.
Technically, I know what to do for a Heat.
Maeve needs a nest, food, water, and comfort.
She needs to be cherished, pampered, and soothed.
She also needs to be knotted, which has been happening in the other room without me.
I place my hands against the kitchen counter and lean over the sink, focusing on my breaths like Fang did earlier.
It’s possible she doesn’t want me with her, and that’s…that will have to be fine.
Even if the rejection stings.
Ivan and Fang can take care of the knotting; they know what to do.
I can at least offer the other comforts.
She’s my friend.
We’re friends.
And if that’s all I can give her—
“Hey.”
Her voice startles me, and I jump. When I turn around, she’s dressed in her sweatshirt and jeans from before, her hair tangled and wild. Glassy warm eyes meet mine, and she’s never been more beautiful.
I forgot how to breathe.
“Hi,” I choke out, frozen.
Scent match. Mine.
I fight a million impulses at once, staring at her beautiful face and flushed cheeks.
“What’s all this?” she asks, motioning to the kitchen island.
Platters of crackers, meats, and cheeses are neatly aligned, made to look as uniform as possible.
“I wanted to make sure you had something to eat,” I mutter, staring intently at the wooden floor. “We also have three different soups.”
I don’t know what the hell I’m doing, and I think she knows it.
“Logan,” she says gently, “look at me, please.”
My eyes shoot up to hers, and what I see there makes my chest ache.
Her gaze is softer and kinder than I could have imagined. Her pupils are huge, blown with lust and arousal, but the tenderness is still there.
She’s smiling. She’s smiling at me, for me.
Mine.
“Where are Ivan and Fang?” I ask, my voice hoarse.
Her nose crinkles. “Did you not notice they’re outside? They gave us time alone, trying not to freeze.”
I didn’t even notice they left. I was so wrapped up in preparing everything I could for her that I didn’t notice two full grown men walk through the cabin.
I shake my head, my face burning.
I want to move.
I want to stay in frozen in place.
“I’m going to be blunt with you, because I’ve got about two more minutes before I lose my mind,” she says evenly. “Before these clothes come off and I need to be back in my nest.”
“I like when you’re blunt,” I whisper.
“You’re my scent match,” she breathes, smiling. “And, because I’ve had like ten orgasms by now, I’m in a great mood. I’m going to assume you think that us scent matching is a good thing.”
I nod. “I do,” I rasp. “I do.”
My heart beats so fast in my chest that the world doesn’t seem real anymore.
All I see is Maeve.
“Then can you tell me why you look so terrified? I’m going to assume it’s not because of me,” she warns.
“I…I…” I swallow, frustrated and ashamed.
I like having a plan. I like knowing how to do things and being prepared for what’s next.
“You can tell me, baby,” she whispers, and my cock throbs at the nickname. “Alpha.”
“I’ve never done this before,” I admit quickly.
She stays rooted in place, but her lip quirks. “Done what?”
I need to just tell her.
But I’m forty years old, and the admission is beyond embarrassing.
If I had known that I would find my scent match, that I would have Maeve, I wouldn’t have come into this blind.
I swallow, and she takes a tiny step closer, her hand outstretched. “You don’t judge me, right?”
I shake my head.
“Then I don’t judge you,” she murmurs.
And in that moment, I believe her.
She hasn’t judged me from the first day we met. She gave me a second chance at the restaurant, happily listening to me prattle on about rock doves and any other subject that I was passionate about.
No judging, just pure understanding with Maeve.
I love you, I think. I’m in love with you.
“I’ve never knotted an Omega in Heat.”
The words are low and laced with shame.
I close my eyes, bracing for the blow. Waiting for her laughter, for her disbelief that I could be so inexperienced.
“I know what I’m supposed to do,” I add quickly. “On paper, I know. I…I’ve watched videos, I’ve read up on it. I know it, in here.” I point to my temple, my finger trembling. “But I’ve never actually…done it.”
The room is silent, and I want to die.
Even her mouthwatering scent can’t erase the tension and fear that leave me paralyzed in the kitchen, terrified that I’ve messed this up.
“Logan,” Maeve says sweetly. “Please look at me.”
When I do, it’s not what I expect.
Her smile is brilliant, and her head is slightly tilted as she gazes at me.
“Do you want me to show you?” she asks. “Do you want me to show you how to take care of me?”
“Of course I do,” I breathe. “Of—of course.”
She crosses the room until she’s standing in front of me, and my arm immediately finds her waist, pulling her closer.
She’s warm against me, her lips slightly parted as her eyes meet mine.
“I’ve wanted you since I first scented you,” she admits, and my mouth falls open. “Even when you were a jerk to me.”
“I—I’m sorry about that,” I stammer, tremors racing through me. I sound weak to my own ears, and the shame increases tenfold. “I’m so sorry—”
She silences me with a chaste kiss. It’s a gentle press of her lips against mine, soft and sweet, and her scent blooms across the room.
Her mouth is softer than I dreamt it would be.
I groan, pressing her closer to me. She wraps her arms around my neck and sighs against my lips. We kiss until my shame dissipates and my Alpha instincts return to the surface.
She’s my scent match.
Of course it will be okay.
When she finally pulls away, her pupils are huge, and her lips are pink and swollen from kissing.
I did that, I think.
As she steps back, I fight the urge to growl at the loss of contact, until her fingers intertwine with mine.
“Do you trust me?” she asks softly.
I nod.
“Take me to bed, Alpha. Take care of me.”
Her nest is lovely, but she’s even lovelier spread out on it. Her purple hair fans across the plush pillows like a vibrant halo, and with her flushed face and wide pupils, she’s a fantasy that will play in my mind for years to come.
“I put on my clothes for you,” she says, her voice strained, “but they’re pretty uncomfortable.”
The growl that leaves my throat is involuntary, and she lets out a moan.
She smells like chamomile, syrupy slick, and sex.
“That’s your cue to undress me,” she pants, amused.
I huff out a nervous laugh, high on her Omega scent and the animalistic urge to take. My hands shake as I unbutton her jeans, but she lifts her hips and helps me along the way. She’s not wearing anything underneath, and I freeze when I see her soaked core, pink and slick with arousal.
Oh.
Oh.
“You’re so wet,” I say, observing with wonder as it spills from her and onto a plush lavender blanket.
“It’s all for you, Alpha,” Maeve breathes. “All for you.”
That gets me moving again.
Still trembling, I tug at her sweatshirt, and she sits up to help pull it off, my hands shaky. She notices, and completely naked, takes my hands in hers, squeezing tightly.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper. “There’s a lot happening inside.”
I don’t know how to elaborate. My inner Alpha is there, wanting to take over, but I’m not sure how to relinquish control. I’m still terrified of messing this up, of leaving her with a memory of our first time being less than what it should be.
“I trust you,” she says. “I trust you, Alpha.”
Then, she’s kissing me again, and my trembling subsides.
She tastes like chamomile, like the tea I can’t drink anymore because everything in my life reminds me of her. I swallow her moans in my mouth, drunk on every sound she makes, my heart hammering in my chest.
My cock is hard as steel, angrily demanding attention through my pants. I’ve ignored the strain until now, but all the blood from my brain seems to flowing down there, instead.
“You’re still dressed,” she murmurs, pulling away and lying back down. Her plump breasts are on display, and I marvel at her naked body, still in disbelief at what I’m seeing.
Her skin is flushed and pink for me.
She’s aroused and soaked for me.
“Knot me, Logan,” she whispers, running a hand down her stomach and to her slit. “Please.”
Something inside me snaps when she begins to slowly rub her clit. I undress, folding my clothes quickly and placing them on the floor. Then, I slowly crawl on top of her, my tongue in her mouth again. My cock brushes against her entrance and she lets out a startled cry.
“Was that okay?” I ask quickly. “Did I hurt you?”
“No,” she breathes. “No, I need more.”
I let out a shaky breath.
Slowly, I line myself up with her entrance, shuddering at the slickness there.
I still for a moment, holding my breath.
Then, I slowly push in, watching her face carefully.
“You have to tell me if it’s too much,” I beg. “Please.”
“I trust you,” she whispers, face scrunching in pleasure. “I trust you, Alpha.”
Inch by inch, I fill her, holding myself up with my hands while her cunt swallows my cock.
There’s a slight resistance, and I still, unsure whether to go further.
“Oh,” she gasps against my lips. “Oh, you’re huge.”
I groan and close my eyes, pained.
“That doesn’t mean stop moving,” she chuckles breathlessly. “It means give me more. I can take it. We’re meant for each other, remember?”
My throat rumbles with a growl, and I gently push in all the way until I bottom out inside her.
It steals the breath from my lungs, and I struggle to stay upright and not collapse on top of her.
Her moan echoes throughout the room, and her cunt walls flutter around me, tight and torturous.
“We’re meant for each other,” I repeat, moving my hips slowly. “You’re…you’re mine.”
It’s the first time I’ve said those words to anyone. The first time I’ve accepted the truth about who Maeve is to me.
She’s my Omega.
I’m her Alpha.
Mine.
“I’m yours,” she confirms breathlessly. “I’m yours, and I can take it.”
I cautiously increase my pace, and her cunt only squeezes me harder, making me groan into her ear. My lips find her mating gland, and I suck gently.
Her scent is the most concentrated there.
She tastes like the tea I never get to drink anymore, and I suck and lick the spot until she arches her back. Her scent floods the room, and her cunt grips me tighter as she falls apart on my cock.
“Alpha!” she screams, and my vision turns white.
There’s only her, only this perfect creature that was made for me. My balls ache as I slam my hips against hers, trying to fuck her as deeply as I can.
“You’re so beautiful,” I groan into her neck. “I can’t last, I can’t last—”
“Knot me,” she begs. “Please, you’re doing so good, Alpha, you’re so good for me!”
Her praise mixed with her taste has me tilting my head back and roaring. It’s a sound I’ve never made before, primal, animalistic, and fucking feral. Fire consumes me as my release hits, my balls emptying in a violent surge.
“That’s it,” she encourages. “You’re doing so good, being so good to me, doing such a good job.”
Ropes of cum shoot into her womb as I rut against her.
I want to give her everything.
I want to fill her with my cum, give her a family, and have her live in my home forever.
“I want that too, Logan,” she moans, and I realize I spoke out loud.
Her assurance only makes my knot engorge quicker, and with a savage growl, I inflate inside her fully, locking us together.
“Mine,” I groan into her ear.
“Yours,” she agrees, her cunt walls still fluttering.
She’s still coming because of me.
It’s impossible to move my hips anymore; she’s filled to the brim with my knot and cum. Every little flutter on my knot makes my balls ache, and she continues to let out tiny moans until she sighs in relief.
“Can I move us?” I whisper, and she sighs happily in response.
Carefully, I roll us onto our sides, so her back is pressed against my front. We both breathe deeply, our ragged breaths filling the room.
“Are you feeling okay?” I ask after a moment. “Are you alright?”
“I’m right where I need to be,” she says, and I lean down to press a kiss to her mating gland again. “I’ve never been happier than I am now.”
I hold her close to me, just breathing in her scent. My scent match is in my arms, content, and our bodies are joined together.
After all these years…
I never thought it would happen to me.
Yet Maeve is here, this beautiful Omega made of kindness and passion.
“I’ve never been happier, either,” I admit. She covers the hand that I have on her stomach with her own, and our fingers intertwine.
My purr vibrates in my chest, and it lulls the both of us to sleep.