Chapter Twenty Six
“Do you feel better?” I ask Lennon as we lay curled together in her new nest, still fully clothed.
Her sobs had abated some time ago and we’d fallen into a comfortable silence that I didn’t mind sitting in for as long as she needed…
except for the uptick of need that had slowly started to ebb down our shared bond over the past few minutes.
Zeke and Brooks had left pretty quickly after she’d started crying to prepare for the next swell of her heat and to find Dallas who had disappeared from the room entirely after being the one to cause her to cry in the first place.
I didn’t know what was going on with him, but he needed to figure out what he wanted and quickly because I was pretty sure there weren’t going to be any more lulls in Lennon’s heats soon and I was going to kick his ass myself soon.
“Yes,” Lennon answered pitifully as she lifted her face and rested her chin on my chest. “Sorry for crying like that. I don’t know what came over me.”
“You’re in the middle of your heat and your grandparents designed a house just for you?” I pointed out with a grin like it was obvious. “If someone did that for me I might’ve cried just a little bit too.”
“Seriously?” she asked, her cheeks dimpling as she smiled back at me. “A big tough alpha like you?”
“I’ll have you know, alphas cry too, Lennon,” I fake-sniffed before leaning down and pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose. “Now, what do you say we christen this nest of yours?”
Lennon’s expression flashed hungrily as she nodded. “I say yes, but we have to do it the right way.”
“The right way?”
She nodded. “Uh-huh, we’ve never had a nest to do it in before.”
Lennon gave my chest a little shove. “You have to get out of my nest, alpha, and get undressed.”
I complied easily, my inner alpha pressing on the inside of my brain like it was imperative that I listened, clambering to take control of all rational thought as Lennon’s scent filled my lungs.
“And give me your clothes when you’re done,” she called as she stripped out of the sweatpants and t-shirt we’d put her in after her dalliance in the bathroom with Zeke.
The last thing I saw before she pressed a couple of buttons on the panel on the headboard was the moon of her bare ass before the curtains zipped shut.
“Was that really necessary, omega?” I growled, disappointed that I couldn’t see her naked body while I stripped.
“Yes,” she called in a sing-songy voice as her hand slipped in between the curtains to snatch the basket of nesting materials that had been left next to the bed and pulled it inside.
I stopped undressing for a moment to feel her contentment through the bond.
If someone had told me six months ago that I would be standing in the middle of my omega’s room in Cape Cod getting ready to help her through our first heat together, then I would have told them that they were nuts.
Especially since I’d never planned on having an omega in the first place.
Not because I had anything against it.
I just liked working abroad with the state department so much and no one I’d met had ever made me consider a life other than that before. I was a work-a-holic through and through with no desire to have any kind of life outside of that…
Then a bratty blonde omega had walked into the Oval Office and everything had changed.
I wasn’t sure when I’d gone from just being the head of her security team to being… more. I think I might have liked her from the moment she’d made that seal team six joke that I couldn’t laugh at.
Or maybe it was when she walked all four of us like a pack of dogs down the street in that small town in Missouri so she could have pancakes and we were helpless to stop her.
“Your jacket, Maverick?” Lennon asked, her hand poking through the curtain expectantly.
I dutifully handed her my rumpled suit jacket and she pulled it quickly inside.
The sound of her deep inhalation, telling me she was probably pressing it to her face, went straight to my cock and I let out a growl. “Can I come in yet?”
“Nope,” she sang cheerfully. “Now get your pants off and hurry, alpha.”
Scrambling out of my slacks and boxers, I dutifully handed them off to her and had to wait as she tortured me with her humming.
“I thought omegas in heat were supposed to be uncontrollably ravenous,” I grumbled, mostly to myself.
“We are, I’m just a perfectionist,” she replied, clearly also having the hearing of a bat during her heat. “I also can’t wait to lose control and feel you deep inside of me, Maverick, but my nest has to be just right.”
“Jesus,” I muttered, scrubbing a hand over my face. “You may as well shoot me at this point, Len.”
The sound of buttons being pressed filled the room and the curtains opened partially revealing Lennon inside of her nest, completely naked as she sat up on her knees.
She’d worked up a sweat while she twisted and braided together the nesting materials and her flushed skin shone in the dim light of the nest, her chest heaving from the strenuous activity of nest building.
Lennon looked delicious and the urge to press my mouth over the soft swells of her breast and find out how her heat changed the taste of her sweat filled me inexplicably.
But that wasn’t the worst part for my self-control.
The thick, closed curtains had been hiding just how much her heat had been swelling while I was waiting for her to build her nest and the small opening was now unleashing the thick, cloying scent of her perfume into the room.
I sucked in a gasp, pulling the cherry wine scent into my lungs, feeling instantly drunk on it and swaying on my feet as I stared at Lennon inside of her nest.
“Well,” she asked, her voice finally taking on a tinge of need as we stared at each other. “Aren’t you going to ask to come in, alpha?”
Ask her, my inner alpha prodded, demanding to take over completely and tilt both of us into a rut that I knew would make it impossible for me to control what I was doing.
“May I enter your nest, omega?” I asked, using the words that alphas had been using for thousands of years with their omega mates. It made my brain tingle and my inner alpha roar with approval.
Lennon sat back on her heels, the gray in her eyes disappearing as her pupils expanded and blew up as her heat seemed to finally overtake her rational brain.
“You may, alpha,” she answered, her voice almost a whisper as she held a hand out to me.
I took it and let her drag me inside.
My hand slammed into the panel and the curtains closed behind us, enveloping us in near darkness.
Lennon’s lips were on mine in a flash, her teeth snapping at my lower lip hungrily as she clung to my body, her breasts pushing against my chest, seeking out some kind of friction.
“Patience,” I tried to say around her seeking mouth but she ignored me, completely lost to her heat now.
With a sigh, my hand drifted in between our bodies and I found her core slick and ready for me.
“Come here,” I told her, lifting her up and into my lap. She was still biting and nibbling at my mouth when I gently gripped her hair at the base of her scalp to get her to stop for a moment.
“Slide down on my cock, omega,” I ordered, softly. “Take your pleasure and calm yourself.”
Lennon’s black eyes took in my face and her cheeks flushed for a moment as her eyes darted down to look down at my aching cock standing at attention in between our hips.
“Do it,” I said with more force this time, letting go of my grip on her hair and giving the side of her ass a firm smack, feeling her slender frame quiver in my lap.
Both of her hands gripped my shoulders, her nails digging into the skin, and she lifted her hips up over the head of my cock.
Slick folds brushed the sensitive head, back and forth, back and forth. It took another thirty seconds of this for me to realize that she was toying with me.
Apparently, a heat-addled Lennon was a complete minx.
“Enough, omega,” I growled, gripping her hips and slamming her down on my cock, done with her games.
Lennon’s mewl of pleasure sent a shiver rippling down my spine as she arched her back and shuddered, her nails drawing harsh lines down my arms as she scrambled for purchase.
“Toying with your alpha is never okay,” I rumbled, scratching my chin down in between her sweaty breasts before latching onto one and rolling the stiff peak of her nipple in between my sharp teeth. “You should know better.”
The insides of Lennon’s pussy clenched and pulsed around my length like a vice grip, sucking me in deep right up to my throbbing knot and for a moment I was worried it was going to slip inside of her on my first stroke, but then she lifted her hips and began to move.
“More,” she moaned, pulling her breast out of my mouth so she could lean fully onto me, her hands sliding down my back until her arms were hanging lazily over my shoulders, her chin resting in the crook of my neck as her hips rolled against mine. “More, alpha.”
I cupped the back of her head, feeling the silky threads of her blonde hair slide through my fingers before I let my hands slide down to cup her ass on either side in order to give in to her pleas for more.
“This is just the first, omega,” I said roughly into her ear. “I will not knot you until later, so you had better not ask. Do you understand?”
She nodded, her lips sucking on my neck and her teeth kneading the sensitive skin there like she could create her own bond mark if she tried hard enough.
“Good,” I said and jerked her down hard onto my cock.