Page 55 of A Nest of Maple & Mist

“You didn’t neglect anyone. You take all the time you need.”

“I know… It’s just. I’ve missed you. All of you. I’m glad you’re here, Jason.”

If Mia Birch hadn’t stolen my heart before, she sure as hell had it now. And I loved that she was willing to share it with Ty. While alphas were known for being possessive of their omegas, omegas had a tendency to be dangerously territorial when it came to their alphas.

It wasn’t unheard of for a scent-matched omega to be open to having a bonded beta in the pack, but it wasn’t the norm.

“I’ll give you whatever you want, Mia.”

At that, she perfumed. The thick cloud of maple and vanilla settled over us. Within seconds, the musky scent of her arousal mixed with it. Her eyes turned wide, a bead of sweat running down the slender length of her throat.

She squirmed, her nails digging into the collar of my flannel and pulling me down onto the couch.

My hands planted on either side of her face. She released a tiny, frustrated growl, her fingers moving to the button on my waistband of my jeans. The crimson stain on her face moved lowered, disappearing under her top.

“Woah, Little Omega.”

I stilled her, wrapping both her narrow wrists in one of my palms. Her skin burned like the fresh flames of a fire.

Swirls of obsidian darkened her pretty brown eyes. My alpha clawed at me, spurred on by the needy omega squirming in my grasp.

Heat spikes weren’t common.

Except with scent matches.

I cursed myself under my breath. I should have expected this. Our pack depended on me. My omega depended on me.

I should have been prepared for her to have heat spikes now that she was so close to her scent-matched mates.

Unlike a full-blown heat, an omega didn’t necessarily need a knot to get through a spike. Usually, an orgasm given by one of their mates would suffice. While I really—really—wanted to bury my cock in my omega’s slick cunt and knot her, I knew lucid Mia wasn’t ready yet.

“You don’t want me?” she pouted, tears glistening in the corners of her eyes.

“Shhh,” I soothed, releasing her and grabbing her hips. She squeaked as I tugged her into my lap, my back pressed into the couch. My jeans were damp from where her slick-coated leggings dug into them. “You are my pretty, perfect omega, baby girl. I want you. Will you let your alpha take care of you?”

My thumb and forefinger gently pinched her chin.

“Please, Alpha. It hurts.”

That plump bottom lip jutted out. I was on the verge of exploding in my pants like a teenage boy.

“I know, baby girl. Let da—Let your alpha make it better.”

Her hands flew back to my zip, and a rough chuckle vibrated my chest.

“Can you be a good girl for me?”

“Yes,” she purred, soaking through my jeans.

Gods, she looked like an angel. The base of her neck glistened, strands of wet curls clinging to her flushed cheeks.

I imagined sucking the stiff peaks of her nipples into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the straining buds until she begged me to knot her tight heat. My entire body went rigid at the image, and I quickly shook it from my mind.

Someday I prayed a not heat-drunk Mia would beg me to knot her. Until then, I’d take care of my omega any way I could.

“I want you to grind that wet little pussy on my thigh until you come.”

Her brows rode into her hairline. The tip of her pink tongue darted out, licking a trail over her lips. My nails dug into her hips, dimpling the cotton fabric covering her. I longed to tear it from her, to strip her naked and watch as my beautiful omega bounced on my cock.