17. SAVIN

SAVIN

A rocking motion behind me wakes me up, Macon’s thick fingers digging into my waist. I moan, wiggling as my Alpha gently pumps into me, the slick sounds telling me that he’s probably unloaded once or twice. His knot flutters against my ass as Macon rests his lips against my ear. “Good morning, baby. How’d you sleep?”

I check in with myself, worried that the tendrils of pain will still be there but they aren’t. In fact, the cold air blowing from the vents paired with my Alpha’s heat pressed against my back is perfection. I snuggle into the pillows, letting my groans filter freely through the room as I grab my Alpha’s hand and pull it to my lips. I press little kisses along his knuckles as he grunts and then unloads in my ass again, his seed spilling down my legs. I squirm as I find my release as well, nibbling on my Alpha’s hand as pleasure shoots through me.

“Fucking love waking up like that.” I wiggle again, his inflated knot pressed against my skin. “Why didn’t you knot me?”

“Because,” Macon huffs out a laugh, kissing my ear, those lips moving down to my jaw as his scruff dances across my skin. “Then we’ll be late.”

“We can be late.”

“For brunch with my mother?” Macon moves back, the aching hole that he leaves empty still fluttering for more. I twist around to look at my Alpha, his gaze focused on my ass, where his cock was just disappearing into, and now where his cum is pooling between my thighs. This whole place needs to be washed. “Fuck, yeah, we can call that shit off.”

I giggle, sitting up but realizing that gives him a full view of my cock so I grab a pillow to cover myself although Macon’s eyes heat anyway. “I still have maybe a day before my heat triggers. I can suffer a morning with your mother if what you said last week is true.” Last week, Macon mentioned that he would start phasing his mother out of the business for her blatant disrespect of our relationship. It had taken me a long time to truly speak up and tell Macon how her words made me feel, how it made me feel like our relationship was lesser because I wasn’t her ideal choice.

But when she stuck a fucking Omega in this house disguised as a maid, an Omega she thought was perfect for Macon in every way, I lost it. Thank fuck for Macon’s restraint but I had none when cursing the young woman out for stepping into a married couple’s house. Something that I think a lot of people seem to forget. We’re not just mates.

It’s the one thing I’ve asked for—Beta staff. They come and go when we’re out of the house or holed up in our room so I rarely see them. Even during my heats, the chef, maids, and butler grace the front of the house, their scents safe to me. But Macon’s mother, Aalya, refuses to bend to the house rules I’ve set aside. Little did I know, Macon has slowly been taking the reins from her but we both saw the end of the road after last week.

Macon cups my face in his hands, placing a gentle kiss on my nose. “Baby, the only thing I regret about losing my mother’s hand in our house affairs is that I didn’t cut her off sooner. She’s brought so much stress into our world and I thought I could weather it, take the brunt of her hatred but it’s only gotten worse since we’ve been married. And that’s on me. I should have noticed and I didn’t.”

I smile, melting into his touch. I can’t stay angry at this man. When he makes a mistake, he immediately apologizes, unlike so many others within the entertainment industry. Granted, it’s a side he rarely shows in public, giving off the image that he’s a ‘take-no-shit’ Alpha. I love it.

“I love you,” I whisper, angling my head up for a kiss. He grunts, his warm lips against my bruised ones drawing out a little moan.

“I love you more,” he responds. “Now, if you want to call off brunch, I will. In all honesty, I forgot.”

“Let’s get that shit over with. I’m feeling okay right now. I think. No, no, I’m telling you the truth. I’m okay right now.” I grant him a small smile as I climb to my feet and make my way to the bathroom. Macon is hard on my heels, a squeal tearing from my lips when his arm wraps around my waist and I find myself being carried the rest of the way to the shower.

We’re definitely going to be late for brunch.

I don’t really care.

Macon stands in front of me, stringing his hands through my hair as he does on the occasional morning when our schedules allow. I stare up at him, my Alpha dressed in a soft gray sweater and dress pants that hug every single thick muscle in his massive thighs. I’ve found a dark dress shirt and black linen pants that are among my favorites. My eyes flutter closed as I lean my forehead against his chest, Macon slowly pulling my hair into a messy ponytail off my shoulders.

“You’re perfuming, baby.”

“Because it feels good.”

“We’re out of time for another round, Sav.”

I sigh and pull away from him after he’s done with my hair, slipping out of the bathroom so that I don’t con him into taking me into my nest again. The maid will need time to fumigate this small space anyway, or at the very least change the sheets in my nest. My cheeks heat at the thought of the mess the maids have to clean up, memories of how often we christen other spaces in this house.

Ignoring the embarrassment, I grab my sandals and rush to the kitchen, hoping to grab something sweet before we leave. Macon will grunt at my choice of a snack but I don’t care. Two steps into the open layout and I halt. Cider. Spicy and sweet. I rush forward, eyes peeled for the owner of the scent, praying that Ellie will be just around the corner.

My cock fills in my pants as I drink in her lingering scent, frantically rushing around the living room and tiles to find her. Rational thought would tell me she’s not here but why would she come and not say hi? Why was she here at all? Is my desire for her just manifesting her scent?

A strong arm winds around my waist, pulling me into a hard chest, lips pressed against my bite mark. “Baby, what is going on? You’re all flustered. We don’t have to go.” I wait for him to register her scent as his breathing slows, his body going rigid behind me. Seconds later, his cock thickens against my ass, his arm tightening around my waist, a low purr rumbling through his chest. “Ellie was here?”

“Yes,” I whine. “But why? Her scent is everywhere, Macon-” I take large breaths, rewarded with her scent mingling with mine and my Alpha’s. My eyes widen as I think of the only reason she would have been here. “You don’t think your mother hired a new maid, do you?”

“Hired Ellie? I don’t think we could be that lucky. Let’s…” He clears his throat. “Let’s just go meet my mother and get that over with. Then we’ll figure out what is going on.”

“Her scent… it’s tired and sweeter than usual. I don’t—Macon-”

My Alpha turns me around, looking deep into my eyes. “We will figure this out but right now, you’re going to stress yourself out. I love you but deep breaths. There you go. Maybe we’ve been granted a miracle and she’s stumbled right back into our laps but we can’t force this.”

Macon is slow to release me and I’m even slower to head for the front door. Time to go deal with the mother-in-law from hell and then hopefully return to the Beta I’ve been pining for.