Chapter 21
Revea
Sylvan: See you tomorrow, omega.
I’ve practically agreed to have my next heat with them, which is two months away. A little flirting is harmless.
That’s what I thought, until I woke up to Sylvan’s message.
Now I’m sitting in my office, constantly checking the revolving doors, wondering which alphas will arrive when.
I got in early to play around with the scanner. I remember most of what Sylvan said, even if some of it was a blur thanks to a certain pack alpha.
After Kaiden barked at me... Oh my.
I struggled to walk past the reception area this morning, my legs turning to jelly at just the memory. Not only did his bark work, but I liked it.
The loss of control, his alpha presence, being held by his hand while he whispered feral things.
I’ve spent so many years in a professional mindset. Every day, I smile, I boss, I order, I lead... and when he barked at me, everything melted away until it was only us.
It was nice to just be.
Stop, Revea. No more.
I’m getting worked up again, and I need to be on it today. I’ve got a full day of clients; I need to check everything’s in order before I leave, place any last-minute orders.
I get back to work, continuing my morning ritual of coffee and checking my emails. I shake out my wavy hair, the ends touching my bare back. I’m wearing a dress today—my excuse? It’s a little warmer, nothing at all to do with possible alpha visitation.
Yes, I may have picked out one of my nicer black dresses, but that’s because my others are already packed.
This one has a low back, thin straps, and maybe a tad short if I bend over, but I’ve paired it with my trusted knee-high boots and a cropped cardigan that’s currently hung on the back of my desk chair.
When the light above my office door flashes, indicating someone outside, I glance at the time and frown. It’s 8 AM. We don’t open until 9 AM.
It’s probably a delivery. I go back to my emails, knowing they’ll just leave it outside. I’m sure Val or Luc would bring it in when they get here...
The door to my office opens, and I squeak, full on squeak like a mouse jumping in my seat.
Then Sylvan steps inside.
“Sylvan,” I pant, hand to my chest. “You scared me! What are you doing here?”
He doesn’t say a word.
Instead, he takes slow, steady steps towards me. When he gets closer, I notice those baby blues have twisted into something darker, more primal.
“Sylvan, is everything okay?” I hesitate, then remember this is Sylvan.
An alpha, yes, but still the sweet one who panicked over upsetting me. Who bought me a retina scan as a form of apology.
I slowly come out from behind my desk, and his eyes drop down to my legs, trailing over the leather boots, my bare thighs, up to my chest, my face, my eyes, landing on my mouth.
I cast my own perusal. His hair’s damp, auburn strands darker, freshly washed. It makes his compression t-shirt even tighter as watermarks line the indents of his abs.
Even in my dress, I feel awfully hot.
“Here,” he barks.
My spine snaps straight. I grit my teeth, trying to fight it.
His bark isn’t as strong as Kaiden’s, but damn it feels good, rushing through my body, igniting a part of my brain that’s rarely touched.
It’s so hard to resist…
I take a step, then another, and another. Slow, stilted, but it’s working. And clearly not fast enough for Sylvan.
He closes the remaining distance in one stride, and I gasp as his bark fades away.
“Your turn,” he murmurs. There’s a dangerous glint in his eyes. “I barked, now—”
“Sit.” I nod to the sofa.
He stills for a split second, eyes going wide, then he moves and sits.
I turn towards him, taking my time to close the distance. All the while, he stares up at me like a taunted, caged beast.
“You didn’t even try to resist,” I say with a small smile, standing over his knees.
“Why would I?” he murmurs, voice dreamy, a rasp.
When he leans forward, I know my bark has faded. His warm fingers brush one of my knees, trailing up…
“Down.”
I wasn’t expecting another bark. I drop onto him, straddling his lap.
“You didn’t resist that time.” He smiles.
“I didn’t think you’d bark again!” I gasp, but I’m not angry, I’m... enjoying it. This weird power play. Because now, it’s my turn. “Stay.”
His body tenses, hands frozen on my waist.
I smirk in triumph, leaning forward to slip my fingers into his damp hair, sliding my body a little closer over his lap until his hard chest rumbles against my breasts.
“Your hair’s wet, alpha,” I whisper, our lips an inch away. “Were you in a rush?” I tease, watching his pupils swell.
I graze my fingertip over the silvery scar running through his lip. His fingers tighten over my hips. My bark’s slipping away again, which means it’s his turn…
“Kiss me.” But it isn’t a bark. Not even close.
It’s a soft, desperate plea. And somehow, that’s even harder to resist.
He nudges forward, nose brushing mine, lips almost touching mine. “Please, omega.”
My breath catches, we’re so close. Just turning my face causes our mouths to graze, barely a ghost of a touch—
He growls, yanking me closer by my hips, and devours.
I moan into the kiss, at the feel of his tongue over mine. My fingers tighten around his damp strands, but I’m not in control, not at all.
He controls me, rocking my hips over his hard bulge. I whimper, and he snarls against my mouth, but we don’t stop.
I can feel everything. I’ve got a thin pair of underwear on, that’s it. I didn’t think I’d be grinding on a hard alpha cock when I got dressed this morning.
But life is full of surprises.
“Sylvan,” I pant around his kisses. His rocks are slow but firm, and every time, he hits my clit on something that seems to get even harder. “Syl, I’m...”
“Are you going to come like this, omega? Grinding over my knot?”
Holy fuck, Sylvan does dirty talk.
His mouth is back on mine, kissing me slow, grinding me hard, only stopping when he reaches between us and pulls my drenched underwear to the side. Then he watches my face as he grinds my bare pussy over his knot.
He growls at my expression and keeps watching as he gathers the back of my dress in his fist. He pulls it back, tight against my stomach, so when we look down, we can both watch my swollen pussy being rocked over his knot.
“Fuck, Syl.. I...” I whimper, eyes shutting, head tilting back.
His lips brush over my jaw, my throat, up to my ear. “Such a pretty sound, such a pretty pussy.” He rocks me again. I tremble. “Does this swollen pussy need to come? Does it, omega?”
I moan, nodding against his cheek, legs shaking.
He drops my dress and lays his hand over my stomach. It’s so large that his thumb can reach my clit. He grazes over it. I gasp.
“You’re so wet,” he hisses, thumb gliding up and down as he keeps grinding me into him, forehead to forehead. “You feel so good, omega. Even through clothes. So fucking hot...”
He kisses me mid-sentence and never stops, even when I’m whimpering, right on the cusp. He steals every sound while building the friction, his pace.
“Look at me,” he says, breathless. And when our gazes meet, he barks, “Come.”
We climax on a shared breath, mouths together, our tongues caressing each other.
Until finally, it ends.
I slump against his chest, his hands around my waist.
“You...” I murmur, stopping to take a few more breaths. “Wow.”
That’s all I can say. I haven’t got enough air or brain power.
When I finally sit up, the look in Sylvan’s eyes almost makes me forget we’ve both just come.
They’re half-lidded, stormy blues, gazing at me intently.
“Can we...” He swallows, takes a deep breath, licks his lips. “Can we try again without the clothes?”
My gasp trickles into a laugh, but when Sylvan’s fingers start brushing my thighs, I realise he’s not joking.
“Oh, you’re being serious?”
“I’m always serious, omega.” His fingertips trail higher, eyes locked on mine.
“Syl.” I laugh gently, starting to shimmy back. “The salon’s opening soon—”
His hands seize my hips as he sits up, making us close enough that our noses brush again.
“Please,” he whispers, and I realise Sylvan’s pleas are indeed much worse than his bark. “I need to be inside you.” His lips ghost over mine. “Please, omega. I need it. So bad.”
My heart pounds, renewed heat rushing through me, urging me to pull off this dress and give this gorgeous alpha exactly what he wants… Then I catch something over his shoulder.
I sigh, holding his face between my hands. His fingers stop moving, and his eyes melt into a beautiful, gentle blue.
“Sylvan, you are so hard to say no to, but…” My eyes dart over his head. “I can see my staff waiting outside.”
“They’re too early. They won’t see.”
I giggle, finding him utterly adorable. “Come on, we need to clean up.”
But when I try to move, he growls.
“Sylvan,” I reprimand lightly.
He sighs, eyes closing as his forehead falls back to mine.
“Sorry,” he says, then breathes.
And breathes.
Then stills.
Those dark blue eyes sweep up to mine. “Your scent.”
Oh fuck.
Even with the de-scenters pumping throughout the building, there’s no escaping the fact that his lap is drenched in my arousal.
My scent won’t be as potent, but it’s enough.
I guess it’s better we find out now if our scents are compatible.
His gaze stays locked; he doesn’t move. My body tenses, bracing for his response—
He pushes me back, not hard, but insistent, forcing me to stand.
My heart sinks.
He doesn’t like it.
Hates it.
Can’t get away from me quick enough.
My eyes start to sting as I step back—
He grabs the back of my thighs, dragging me forward until his nose pushes through my dress, right against my pussy.
Through the thin material and damp underwear, his nose nuzzles my clit. I moan, my hands falling to his hair as his slip under my dress and tease down my underwear until they fall to my ankles.
He breathes in deeply. “You’re perfect,” he murmurs against me, staring up with stormy eyes.
Sylvan doesn’t lie, and he thinks my scent is perfect.
My omega ruffles herself, smug and hot and...
My god, what is that smell?
“Is that...” I groan. “That’s your scent?”
Crisp. Peppery. Sylvan smells like ripe juniper berries, threaded with a hint of spice, all wrapped in a cleansing chill of fresh snow.
“I swear I have a candle just like that at home,” I murmur.
His soft laughter rumbles through me, his mouth so close.
I don’t think I’ve heard Sylvan laugh before, and I’m suddenly feeling much wetter.
“Let me taste you, Revea.” He’s still staring up at me, his fingers inching inwards once more. “Please, omega. I’ve never scented anything like you, never wanted something so bad. I’ll do anything.” One hand inches my dress up. “Please, just one taste—”
Loud buzzing erupts from his pants. I flinch, he lets go, and I’m finally able to break free of Sylvan’s seduction.
I step away from him as he scowls at his phone before turning it off and slipping it away.
He starts to rise from his knees. Eyes locked on me. Intent.
“N-No. Sylvan. Stop.” It isn’t a bark, but he listens, stopping a few inches in front of me. “I need to go clean up and let my staff in. And you need to sneak out the back. Now.”
His expression morphs into disappointment. “But you didn’t let me taste—”
“Oh, I know. But I think we both know if I let that happen, then I’d want to taste you, and we simply don’t have time.”
“You want to taste me, omega?” His eyes light up as he imagines it, stepping closer.
“Remember what I said about my business, Sylvan?” My voice is a little higher as I slide against the wall, trying to keep our distance. “How it’s very important to me? This was...” I try to find the right word and end up stealing his. “Perfect.”
He stops moving and smiles a little.
Goddamn, he’s so damn cute.
“But you need to go out the back, now,” I repeat, stern.
He frowns. “Why do I need to sneak out?”
“Because I doubt you’ve brought spare pants, and even with the de-scenter, you’re drenched in my scent, never mind your own scent from... Well, you know.”
“Coming in my pants.”
I close my eyes and sigh. “Yes, Sylvan, thank you for reminding me.”
When I open them, he’s right there, smiling sweetly. “You’re welcome.”
Then he kisses me, and keeps kissing, backing me up into the bathroom door.
“Nuh-uh,” I mumble against his lips. “No more.” My hand fumbles with the door until it finally lands on the handle. “I’m going in here now, and you can’t be here when I come out.” He doesn’t look convinced. “I mean it, Sylvan.”
“What happens if I am?” He stares down at my lips.
“I’ll... I’ll bark at you.”
“That’s how this began, omega.” He leans in and kisses me, and I crumble beneath the tenderness.
My eyes are still shut when I feel him pull back. When I look, his gaze is sweeping over every inch of my face.
He reaches out, hand gently grasping my jaw. “I don’t want to leave.”
My chest aches at this soft voice.
“I won’t see you for a week,” he adds in almost a whisper.
“We can text, maybe even call?” I suggest lightly. “But the time difference is—”
“Eight hours,” he finishes.
I nod. “We can try?” I smile softly. “You’re very sweet, Sylvan.” I stand on my toes to give him one last kiss as I find the power to open the door behind me.
I step back. “Seven days, Syl.” I try to keep my smile as I slowly shut the door on a very unhappy alpha. “Bye.”
As it shuts, I sigh, leaning back against it.
I wait, and wait, but finally, there’s the sound of retreating steps and another door shutting.
Seconds later, my phone buzzes.
My stomach flips, grin wide, because I already know who it is.
Sylvan: I took your underwear.