Chapter 34 #3
My mouth hangs open for a second, then I narrow my eyes. “What do you mean by that?”
Lisa lifts her hands. “Nothing, nothing. I’m being a nosy Nancy. Forget I said anything. It’s just… the way you look at each other…”
I groan again. “Does everyone know?”
“Does everyone know? Nah. Is everyone talking… well…” Lisa can’t hold back her grin.
“Fuck…” I must look miserable, because she takes pity on me.
“Oh, you know we love drama. That much chemistry on-camera, people will talk. But it doesn’t mean anything. Don’t let it worry you. Unless it is love…”
I shake my head. “It’s just…” the best sex I’ve ever had, is not something I’m going to say to Lisa. And as much as I want to strangle Mylo, when I see him in his element, I just feel… proud. And when he melts like putty in my hands—
I can’t think about that right now.
“Oh, chérie.” Lisa rests a gentle hand on my arm.
“What?”
“That pause says it all, doesn’t it?”
“No, I—It’s complicated. That’s what I was going to say.”
She squeezes my arm. “Just let me know if you want to talk.”
“I… I appreciate the offer. But there’s nothing to talk about.”
There’s a light knock at the door as my PA arrives to summon me to set.
“You go have fun now,” Lisa says. There’s a mischievous glint in her eye that makes me think she means with Mylo.
“Lisa—”
“Out you go, scoot scoot.”
I give an incredulous laugh as she kicks me out of my own dressing room, and I make a mental note that I’ll definitely have questions to answer if I knock over any more of her stuff.
My PA leads me to set, giving me a run-down of the day’s schedule.
I note every break, and pick the one that will most likely line up with Mylo’s next wave of pre-heat.
They’re getting closer together, and I worry that when they stack up, Mylo will be out of commission—and so will I.
If his pre-heats are already affecting me this much…
When we break for lunch, Mylo’s scent is just tipping toward sweet. He should be able to tough it through to the afternoon break, so I watch him from afar as he gets his lunch and sits with Haley. He has a proper helping of food and eats easily—good.
But if he’s still taking suppressants… I take a moment to do the mental math. It’s an ironic application for my physics degree, but it’s essentially a rise over run problem.
Assuming the pace is steady and we use every break tomorrow, the last day of filming, he’ll just barely make it. We’ll just barely make it. It’s going to be damn close.
Mylo’s scent ripens like clockwork, and the closest door when I catch him in the hallway leads to a storage closet full of spare set dressings and props. We clatter through spaceship control boards, futuristic weapons, and scorched tree trunks until I have him pinned against a faux boulder.
It’s a constant struggle to not tear through his costume, but I’ve gotten good at unzipping it and yanking it down around his hips in one smooth motion.
He’s already hard and dripping when I sweep my tongue up his length, humming at that sweet citrus flavor. God, I could drink it all day.
Mylo’s trembling whimper turns my blood to pure fire. I sink my throat over him, then pull back so his next spurt lands on my tongue.
My clit throbs, begging for the shift, begging to become a knotted cock and claim him. I know how little it would take to rip through his clothes, bury my teeth in his neck, and let my instincts take over.
I’ve always shifted in patches here or there, but I haven’t sprung a cock since I was in college, insatiably horny as my hormones settled in.
It’s something female alphas don’t talk about much.
We already face enough weird reactions from betas and other alphas, no need to add to it.
The phenomenon is considered medically rare, but there’s an under-reporting problem, and I’m proof of it.
The full shift has never felt this close, this easy. And here, now… it would be complete and utter disaster.
So I ignore that aching throb, focusing on the taste of Mylo’s cock, the sound of his sweet moans and whimpers. When his length is down my throat, I can forget about shoving mine in his ass.
All I have to do is rock my hips against my heel, and my swollen clit lights with sensation, sending deep moans rattling through me.
If this is how… productive Mylo is during his pre-heats, then his full heat is going to be something else.
I can’t believe I ever thought I could be satisfied with a beta.
There’s nothing like this high. I feel alive in a way I haven’t for so long, especially when his fingers slide into my hair, gripping as he trembles.
I work my thumbs on either side of that tight little rim, teasing and stretching, sliding my lengthening tongue along it. His body responds to me, relaxing and giving way.
To know I’d be his first knot, his only—
I crest a climax, moaning around his cock, earning another gush.
I could stay here, milking him, forever.
When I’m buried between his legs like this, he’s mine.
But the clock ticks quietly in the back of my mind.
Two more days.