37. Mila

Chapter 37

Mila

O liver never leaves my side, not even in the lead-up to my heat.

We spend all our time in the nest now, tucked up safe in our own little world, and no one can get to us here.

My heat spikes are getting worse by the day, and soon I will lose all sense of myself. My Omega will take the reins, but this time…

I will let her.

My body is going to crave a knot, maybe several at the same time, and we need to decide now who will be best.

If I could choose Oliver, then I would, but he's an Omega, like me.

I want them all in truth, even Gryphon, but I have a special connection with Oliver.

He's my scent match; I felt it the day I first locked eyes with him at the Selection.

He made me a promise once, during the throes of his own heat, that he wanted me all the way.

But he decided to wait until the time was right. When it would all be about me and me only.

Because back then, his own needs would only get in the way.

Well, now couldn't be a more perfect time.

Once my heat hits, all I will think about is a knot. I may not even see him, craving Alphas only.

Right now, all we do is cuddle, his arms draped around me as we bury ourselves in piles of plush blue pillows and blankets.

My nest is a dream.

The blinds are shuttered closed, and stars burst to life on the ceiling, the perfect skylights.

The ocean at night.

Maybe one day, we can lay beneath the real stars at sea, lost in each other's company.

Hardly anyone else has come into the nest. Barret has given us company several times, but only to watch us.

Oliver's idea.

He said at least one of them should join us so he can tell the others how amazing it is, thus adding to their torture.

Lachlan is currently locked up, and Gryphon is Gryphon, so that leaves Barret to be the messenger.

It's inevitable. One of them will have to join when I go into heat, and I still haven't made up my mind about who will be the first to knot me.

But while I still have my wits about me… I want my Omega.

I run my fingers down the sculpted muscles of his chest, and he closes his eyes, sighing in deep reverence.

I bite my lip. "Oliver?"

Blue slits meet my eyes. "Hmmm?"

"So… I was thinking… before I lose all sense, and I don't know one knot from the other…"

His brows rise in question, and I go on.

I grip the back of his head, leaning in closer, hoping he gets the message. "I want you to take me, Ollie."

Ollie. Gryphon's pet name for him.

I've heard the others calling him it too, but I bet Gryphon was the first.

I kiss his lips, hoping my message hits home, and he soon gets with the plan.

I'm still a virgin. As embarrassing as that sounds.

I just never showed much interest in the guys back at the Academy, and I know the feeling was mutual. Perhaps.

I don't really care.

Sex was just not something I concerned myself with. Until now.

Until Oliver.

He looks me carefully in the eyes, searching.

I wonder who was his first.

Most likely Gryphon.

Has he ever been with a woman before?

He cups my face. "I would love nothing more, Mila… I've dreamed of this since the day I first laid eyes on you… though I would have denied it then."

A smile tugs at my lips.

I want this. And it's important to me that Oliver is my first.

I rub my nose against his and he sighs. "It may hurt."

"I know… but I wouldn't want anyone else."

He purrs, a comforting sound, and then he runs his hand up my arm. "I don't feel like I deserve to be your first, but…" he swallows. "But I will be damned if I'm not…"

His purr turns into a growl, and now he lays himself above me, gazing straight into my eyes.

We're perfectly aligned, and when he enters me, I remain calm, never taking my gaze from those turbulent blues.

Oliver edges inside me further, taking it slowly, and I never realized how tight I was.

I'm not sure what will happen when I go into heat. Will I even feel the stretch?

I saw those diagrams back at the Academy, the ones that made my head whirl, and it's the reason why I wanted to give myself wholly to Oliver first.

A splintering pain when he slips another inch further, and I curl my arms around the back of his neck, and he pauses a moment.

He seems to be thinking about his next approach, and then he takes me by surprise, flipping us both around until I'm on top.

"It may hurt less if you're the one in control," he mutters.

Good thinking, and this angle definitely does feel more liberating. I can take as much or less of him as I want from this position.

So, I slip further along his shaft until we meet at the hilt, and soon we're joined at the hips.

The pain has subsided, and now we just stare into each other's eyes.

He's inside me. Wholly and completely.

And I wouldn't have it any other way.

Oliver's eyes are closed, his hands running up and down my back, and although it feels strange to be filled like this, I still roll my hips, biting my lip.

He groans, urging me on, and I push harder.

He's right. This angle is way more pleasurable.

To give me all the power…

Lights spark in the corners of my eyes as I reach my peak, and then I squeeze on his cock, slamming my hands down onto his chest.

I may even use my claws. The first sign of my Omega…

He shuts his eyes, brushing his fingers up and down my back as I finally release.

His own follows after mine, and when we've both reached our peak, I collapse on top of him, holding him close.

He doesn't remove his cock from me, keeping it warm inside me, and then he pulls up the blankets and wraps us both up like a giant Omega burrito.

And then we just be.

Two Omegas coming together as one.

Soon, I will want a knot, but for now, I will enjoy every inch of him.

***

Later that night, my heat finally hit.

And the guys really will be in for the shock of their lives.