45. Vincent

45

VINCENT

F uck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!

This can't be happening.

Well, of course it's fucking happening!

My alpha instincts are practically prowling with a sadistic grin beneath my skin. He's chanting for his mate while I'm practically oozing inadequacy.

How am I supposed to do this by myself? I won't be enough. This is why omegas have packs !

It's just a spike. Juuust a heat spike. Shaking my hands out, I blow out a deep breath . Fucking hell, I thought I was cooler than this. My omega all to myself. No sharing. No fighting for one-on-one time. So why the hell am I thinking about the three other shit sticks down the road and cursing them to hell for leaving me alone in one of the most important moments of my life?

I won't ever get another first heat cycle with my mate. This is it. No going back if I fuck it up.

How am I supposed to keep both of us fed, mildly clean, and hydrated over the next week and a half?!

A snarl rips free and before I realize what's happening, I have the front door open ready to stomp my way over to their house and drag them back here to fix all the shit they ruined so our mate can have everything she deserves.

Amaya does not deserve her first heat to be with a singular, inexperienced alpha. Well, not inexperienced in the sex department, but caring for an omega when they are in desperate need of affection and stability.

Oh shit, what if she's a virgin? I don't know if I'll have the control it takes to ease her into this.

The snarling in my head doesn't even distract me from my rapidly tunneling thoughts. My head aches like my alpha is banging against it, trying to snap me out of the panic stealing all my senses, but I can't help it. The odds of me messing this up are really damn high.

How do I soothe my omega when I know my alpha side is going to be far too blissed out in her sweet pussy? Who's going to wipe down her sweaty skin when my knot is locked inside of her?

Fuck, what if she doesn't let me leave her nest to get food and water for us? Wait, is her heat going to happen on the couch?! Oh my god, we don't have blackout curtains and the kitchen window doesn't even have one to begin with!

My foot slams its first step on the porch, a fire lighting under my ass to give her the heat she deserves. I don't make it two steps before I realize my mate is home and my destination does a complete one-eighty. Amaya's other mates fade into a cloud of dust when I see her tear-stained cheeks through the window of Kate's car.

Barely managing to keep myself under control, I'm bolting for the car and practically ripping the door off its hinges.

I didn't know the scent of a flower could make my mouth water or my dick hard until I met my mate, but I don't care to question it when all I want to do is lap it up until she soaks into every inch of my skin.

"Little mate." The words come out thick, my tongue feeling like it's swelling to taste as much of her fresh lavender scent as possible.

Mine.

The little squeak Amaya releases when I snatch her from the seat goes straight to my cock. With my nose against her scent gland and my hand forcing her into my neck, I feel the throbbing in my head snap .

It's instantaneous, like hearing your neck crack and pop from the inside. My instincts unleash. I hear nothing but the needy mewls of my omega. I feel nothing except her hot little body grinding against me and her feet digging into my ass. All I can smell is my mate, which explodes tenfold once we're inside her home.

Stopping in between the kitchen and the living room, I growl into her ear, "Nest?"

Clarity returns just a little as I await her answer, which only comes in the form of her jean clad thighs squeezing me. My hand holding her to my neck grips her hair and tugs. "Omega. Nest?"

"You," Amaya gasps out, pressing her cunt against me even harder. If she's not careful, I'm going to burst.

The lusty fog of her heat spike threatens to pull me under, making it hard for me to understand what she means. My vision focuses for all of two seconds, which gives me enough time to realize she wants me to decide.

So I do the only sensible thing an alpha would do in my position: I choose the closest option.

Amaya's ass barely grazes the marble countertop of the island before I'm shoving her onto her back and ripping the jeans from her glistening skin. With the scraps of denim gone and only a thin layer of lace panties covering her pussy, I see her legs aren't the only thing glistening.

"You!" Amaya mewls again, writhing on the counter and plucking her damn nipples over her shirt.

"Me. Mine!" I snarl and bat her hands away from those pretty pink tips I can't wait to taste.

Next time. For now, I cover her body with my own, my right hand reaching for the soaked panties, and slant my mouth over her tit. All at once, I suck hard enough for her to arch and rip the thong off with a tug that is going to leave a nice little burn on her tight ass.

"VINCENT!"

My throat vibrates with a growl as I swap to her other side and bite down on her left nipple like it offended me just as I press the pads of my middle fingers to her clit.

" ALPHA! " Amaya detonates, her lush brown hair fanning out around us with her wiggling aftershocks.

So fucking responsive.

The rattle in my throat slowly brings me back as I work my omega down from her orgasm. My purr has Amaya melting into the cool counter, but I won't have that.

Sliding my arms under her trembling legs and back, I scoop her up once again. Naturally, I sway her side to side as I walk us around the kitchen. I fill my pockets with a few bananas and granola bars, then tuck a water bottle under my chin.

Amaya's breath puffs against my shirt, and I can't resist smiling down at her sleeping face even as I juggle her weight to grab her favorite sheet from the window seat.

I settled her omega, and I have sustenance to feed her when she wakes again. Now I just need to comfort my little mate while she rests. If I suck on my finger after we're tucked in on the couch, I won't ever tell.

But damn does dozing off with the taste of my mate on my tongue feel like heaven.