CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
I must be dreaming.
How else do I explain the presence of the girl of my dreams smiling at me from the kitchen, an apron wrapped around her waist and the curve of her ass visible from under the barely there pajama shorts she’s wearing? Her blonde hair is piled high on her head and she looks like the picture of domestic bliss as she waves to me with a little spatula.
“Grilled cheese is my comfort food,” she explains sheepishly when I don’t say anything, too dumbstruck by the image in front of me to access the part of my brain that forms words.
Shaking myself out of my stupor, I grin and put my bag on the counter before coming up behind my omega and wrapping my arms around her waist. The smell of melting cheese makes my mouth water, but not as much as Cady’s delectable orange scent.
She hums as she leans back into me, and I find myself pressing kisses to her neck. “Guess what my comfort food is,” I rumble, nipping at her earlobe.
“Archie!” she gasps on a giggle, her ass wiggling against my crotch.
Then her words sink in. “Why do you need comfort food, blossom?” I murmur, resting my chin on her shoulder as she flips the sandwich in the pan. “Is everything okay?”
“I uh…I kind of mentioned this to Simon, but I’ve never had a real heat before,” she says quietly. “The first one I had, shortly after I…left my family, I went to a heat center and spent five days sedated.”
If I was an alpha, I’d be growling. The thought of my girl, alone and drugged up while her body begs for a release it will never get…fuck. My arms only tighten around her, letting her know that I’m here and listening.
“All that to say,” she clears her throat, flipping the sandwich again, “I’m just a bit nervous because I don’t really know what to expect."
“You know the guys will take care of you, right?” I ask, pressing a kiss to her neck, this one less sensual and more comforting.
She shivers all the same as she turns off the stove, and moves the grilled cheese to the plate that’s waiting on the counter. Turning around to face me and looping her arms around my neck, our chests pressing together as she brushes a gentle kiss to my lips. I don’t let her get away, instead chasing her mouth with mine and licking across the seam of her lips.
I don’t think I’ll ever get used to kissing Cady Jackman. Her addictive taste, the softness of her lips, her sweet little sigh when she opens herself up to me.
She pulls back all too soon, looking up at me with her almost turquoise eyes. “You will too, right?”
For once, my confidence shakes. I don’t have a knot, which is what she’ll need at the height of her heat. I also can’t bond her…which, even if she isn’t ready for it yet, she’ll most likely be begging for during her heat. Heats have a way of muddling the mind, and making everyone high off pheromones.
“Blossom, don’t you think you’ll want—”
“You,” she cuts me off with a fierce yank on my collar. “I’ll want you, Arch. I have dreamed of a life with you since the first time you flirted with me over the coffee maker. You are my perfect beta.” I search her eyes, looking for any hint of her placating me. “Do you know how much I both loved and hated talking to you after I found out you had a pack? I loved it because, well, you’re you, but I hated it because every time I’d see you I’d want to do something ridiculous. Like...like...run my fingers through your hair.” Her words grow soft as she demonstrates by reaching up a hand and running a hand through my waves. “Or touch the little dimple on your left cheek you get when you smile.” That same hand moves to caress my cheek, her eyes rapt with attention as she follows her own movements, like she can’t quite believe she’s touching me. My breath catches in my throat and I swallow roughly. “Or just…” her hand trails down the side of my throat and grabs my skinny black tie around my neck, suddenly yanking it to her, “grabbing you and mauling you like a fucking feral omega. Plus, I've heard that what you lack in a knot you make up for in stamina and enthusiasm.”
A shocked laugh leaves me and my eyes dart from hers to her mouth, which is just a hairsbreadth from mine.
“A feral omega, huh?” I ask breathlessly, staring at her lips. “I could get behind that.”
“You could get behind me ,” she murmurs, and I close the distance between us, stealing a soft, sipping kiss from her lips. She holds me close to her by my tie, and then she’s rubbing her stomach against the raging erection that’s pushing against my pants.
“Fuck, blossom,” I groan into her mouth. “Shit. Your sandwich.”
“I’ll make another one later.” She turns, leading me by the tie and dragging me into the living room. Before I know it, I’m pushed down onto the couch and straddled by my feral omega.
She attacks my neck with hungry kisses and I gasp out as my hips involuntarily buck against her. “I have a confession,” I choke out.
I’m not sure why this is the moment I’m choosing, but I know that she needs to know before we go any further.
She sits back, a small pout on her face as she frowns at me. “What is it, Arch?”
“Do you remember that pocket square you found outside your desk?”
She raises her brow at me. “Yeeees? We talked about this.”
“Do you remember how it disappeared after?”
“Yes—wait, how did you…?”
“I took it,” I wince, shutting my eyes. “And then Mattie found out what I did and jerked-me-off-with-it-because-it-had-both-your-scents!” The confession pours out of my throat and while I don’t think what we did was wrong …I still feel like she deserves to know.
Even if it paints me as a pocket-square humping deviant.
My worries are short lived, because in an instant, her perfume is swirling in the air around us, making my mouth water. My eyes crack open, and she’s staring at me, her cheeks a rosy red and her lips slightly parted.
“You guys really like my scent…that much?” Her tongue darts out to wet her bottom lip and her pupils are blown.
I bark out a laugh. “Blossom, I was in this house smuggling around your scent like a damn drug dealer, and all these alphas were just waiting for their next hit. I’m pretty sure that Ollie still has a pen stashed in his room somewhere.”
A small smile pulls at her lips. “Have you and Mattie…um…”
“Have we ever imagined you between us while fucking?” I supply helpfully, shuddering at the wave of pleasure that goes through me when CJ wiggles her hips over my cock in response to my words. “Mmmhmm. Including one particularly intense time where I video called him and we both jerked off while Mattie made me tell him what I’d do to you.”
A sharp gasp leaves her, and she rolls her hips over my aching cock again. “Oh, Arch,” she moans. “What did you tell him?”
I work my belt off quickly, shimmying just my pants down so when she moves again, it's just the soft fabric of my underwear and her shorts between us.
“Ohhh blossom,” my fingers dig into her hips, “Mmm. I believe I said I’d have you ride him, and then lick your pussy and his knot at the same time until you both came.”
“Shit,” she hisses, stepping back and shimmying her pants off. I do the same, and in the next moment, she’s sinking her hot, wet heat down onto me.
“Fuuuuck, CJ,” I groan, my hands finding their way back to her hips as she rocks on top of me.
“Archie, oh Archie!” She chants as she bounces up and down on my cock. She hunches over, taking my mouth in a desperate kiss that I return ten-fold, her hands gripping my shoulders like they’re what’s grounding her.
Her tongue swipes along mine, her taste filling my mouth and her scent flooding my nose until all I can do is buck up into her and swallow her moans.
Her pussy clenches around me like a goddamn vice, and her head flies back, a groan falling from the back of her throat as she rides out her orgasm.
Taking charge, I band one arm around her waist and flip us so we’re lying across the couch, her beneath me. All it takes is a few hard thrusts with my arm under leg before she’s shuddering on me again. I follow after, holding my hips to hers as I empty myself inside of her.
Collapsing on top of her, I press kisses all over her forehead, cheeks, chin and nose while she giggles breathlessly.
“Who needs comfort food when I have you?” She asks, pecking me on the nose.
“Who says you can’t have a good fucking and a grilled cheese sandwich?”
“Small minded people,” she nods seriously.
“Damn straight, blossom.”
***
“Why the fuck does it smell like sex and grilled cheese downstairs?!” Titus calls through the house an hour later. The nest is filled with the sound Cady's giggles and she hides her face in my naked chest, where she had settled after round two.