Chapter - Lola

Iwhine and pace inside the treehouse. She's done her best to console me by muting the big living room glass and waggling the fridge door to remind me there are snacks. She's even had soft guitar music playing for the last little while. But there's only one thing that can temper the flames burning me up.

And he's not here.

My nest is almost perfect. In an ideal world, I'd have the time and space to put up mood lighting and flameless candles and all sorts of things. I don't know if Richard has any of that at his house, but I'm guessing not, considering he's been alone for so long. That aside, the nest looks amazing.

Sighing, I pause midpace and turn to stare at the sofa. I placed the pillows all around the edge and front to enclose the space. Blankets encircle it to make it smooth and soft, and even though they're mismatched, it feels right to me. I tucked Richard's shirts in each corner between the pillows and the couch, so the whole thing smells like my alpha.

Except his tee from yesterday. I'm holding that one. I bring it to my nose and inhale. In my mind, my wolf groans and rolls onto her side, panting heavily. She's as ready for him as I am.

A chill races down my spine when I think about Richard biting me during my heat. It's inevitable—he will. I know he will, and what's more, I want him to, with a desperation I never thought possible. My soul is calling to his, and they'll never be complete until we permanently meld them together with a claiming bite.

Then I'll hear them both in my mind. I long for the ability to talk to Big Daddy. I always assumed that one day, when the timing was right, I'd mate some nice wolf and settle down and be pretty happy. But I never imagined I'd get to talk to their wolf.

Thank you, goddess Alaya, patron saint of wolves,I pray. Thank you for this.

I never could have imagined it would happen when the timing was utterly wrong, or that he'd be my father's best friend. Or that his wolf would be so damn powerful, he could speak to it. Gods, I wonder if Big Daddy speaks Spanish. I mean, I assume so. But I can't wait to hear him for myself.

Just the thought of him commanding me in Spanish has me dripping all over the floor. My clothes are stuck to me, my body coated in sweat as the heat builds and builds. When my knees go weak and buckle, I flop into the nest and roll to the middle, staring at the gorgeous wood beam ceiling.

No sooner do I think about how pretty this treehouse is than the thought dissipates, and all my other rational thoughts go with it. I haven't had a heat in a while, but I don't remember the delirium hitting quite this hard. The tiny logical bit left in my brain, the only small part that's not wrapped up in the heat hormones, prays Richard will return soon.

I don't know how much later it is that the front door swings open. Shooting upright, I surge onto my hands and knees and crawl to the edge of the nest. Richard comes through the door with bags of groceries and a…gift basket?

Flaring my nostrils, I focus on my alpha's scent, growling when he speeds across the room and drops the supplies on the kitchen countertop. I watch as he quickly unpacks them, setting out rows of shit I no longer care about. All I can do is stare at the hard cock outlined in his jeans. Even his knot is swollen and visible.

My mouth waters looking at it.

Richard pauses, glancing over at me. "Sweetheart, I'll be there in two minutes, I promise. Connall rounded up supplies, and I need to put them away." He gives me a wicked look. "Why don't you undress, lie down and show me how wet and ready that sweet pussy is for me?"

Groaning, I fall to my back and rip my clothes off. Spreading my knees wide, I reach a hand down to rub soft circles over my clit. I nearly come, stars dancing behind my eyelids as slick floods from me like a river. Even that feels good.

Responding growls from across the room push my pleasure higher until I do come, choking back a scream as I clench on nothing at all, bliss exploding out from my core. My entire body shakes with the force of the tremors, jerking until the orgasm wrings me out and fades.

I lie there in a state of overwhelm, sound muffled, vision blurred, as Richard comes into view at the foot of the nest. "Omega, sit up and look at me."

His command has me scrambling onto my knees, muscles primed to throw myself at him. Richard stands at the foot of the sofa, unbuttoning his jean shirt one button at a time. His eyes glow with Big Daddy's intense green as he shrugs the shirt off his muscular shoulders, revealing miles of tanned, tattooed skin. He tosses it aside and steps out of his pants and shoes, never moving his intense focus from my face.

Richard's scent swells between us, a mixture of his natural smell and the primal, heady essence of heat. Luminescent green eyes narrow, his nostrils flaring as his muscles tense. "May I come into your nest, Luna?"

My entire core aches at those words, at the enormity of them, at the meaning behind them. They're words I never thought I'd hear. To have that bond…I can't wait to learn precisely what it means to share it.

I put my whole heart into the formal, traditional answer, sitting on my heels with my hands on my quivering thighs. "Enter my nest, Alpha, and service me."

He slides onto the sofa on both knees as I reach for him and drag him closer. Burying my face in his stomach, I drag in greedy breaths. Yesssss.

Him.

Mine.

Need. Knot.

Snarling, I yank at the jeans as Richard lets out a devious, commanding laugh.

"That's not how this works, Luna. My job is to get you off as many times as I can."

He rolls onto his back and grabs me, pulling me to a seated position on his chest. "Shift forward," he growls. "I need to eat, omega." His hands come to my ass and grip hard enough to bruise.

I cry out as I shuffle forward, dropping onto his warm mouth as shock and ecstasy batter my system. Soft lips and a wicked tongue explore my folds with slow, torturous intensity, and it takes me no time at all to flood him with slick and come with his name falling from my lips like a prayer.

But the heat builds, two orgasms just enough to stoke the flames to a wild, raging roar. When I sag over his face, Richard snarls and flips us, crawling up my legs as he grips my left knee and pins it to the sofa, his thighs underneath mine.

He looks down, his free hand gripping his impressive length. He strokes it, squeezing the tip and dripping precum onto my pussy. The satisfied chuckle that leaves his lips as we watch has me curling over to get a better look at all that seed. It drips onto my clit and slides down my pussy lips. That's when I notice the skin-colored ring around the base of his cock. Seeing it results in a frustrating whine with my wolf's tone running through it.

"Con calma, Princesa," Richard murmurs in a soothing tone. "We aren't ready for pups, Lola. If I don't wear this the whole time, you'll be pregnant by the time we're done." He dips down and slaps my pussy with the head of his cock. "Do you agree it's best to wait?"

No.

Yes.

Fuck.

Pleasure shoots through me. Goddess, I hope he's going to manhandle me. I need it. I want it. But still…that ring. I don't like it.

When I whine again, Richard snarls, lips curling back as the intense chocolate of his eyes goes deeper, brighter, an emerald shine that tells me Big Daddy is so close to the surface of their shared consciousness. "You need something else to focus on," he says on a growl.

Heat ravages me from the inside out, demanding something, demanding more than this tease. I'm still not ready when he directs his cock between my pussy lips and thrusts in. My back arches at the sensation of his thickness splitting me so fucking deliciously. He's huge, and my pussy clenches over and over, desperate to adjust, but he gives me no time.

His free hand grabs my right knee and draws it up and out until I'm thoroughly exposed to him. Muscular hips pull back, dragging his length along everything inside of me as I claw at the sheets and pray for the relief only his knot can bring.

The second snap of his hips is so hard, I'm forced back in the nest. I can't tell if I'm screaming or crying or begging when he pulls out and surges back in, huge body covering mine until time blurs. And still he continues the steady, torturous, deep fucking until the swollen edges of his knot kiss my pussy lips.

"Please," I beg. "Goddess, please fucking give it to me."

Richard lets out an otherworldly growl that raises the hair on my nape as his thrusts grow faster and shallower, every movement pushing that enormous knot farther into me. His hips snap, popping the knot into my channel as I come, overwhelmed by the size of him. I don't know how many times I come or for how long, just that Richard's a blazing, searing presence, his heat burning me alive as orgasm batters me against him.

Hours, maybe days later, I blink my eyes open to see my alpha braced above me, watching me with an intense look. His lips split into a satisfied-looking grin.

"You back with me, omega? You passed out after that last orgasm."

I slap his chest. The heat, the pain, the need hasn't abated in the slightest. "Give me another one," I demand, rocking my hips against his. "And another one after that."

He purrs, that deep noise slicking my channel as he wraps an arm around my waist and rolls us so he's seated upright, and I'm straddling his lap. In one swift move, he grabs my ass and pulls me down onto his dick, snarling as he enters me. The sheer dominance of the move forces a gasp from my lips as I fall forward against his burning-hot chest.

"Big Daddy wants you," he snarls into my neck. "I'm gonna filthy fuck you, Lola, and then I'm gonna bite you and give him his time. You ready?"

I can't summon words, so it's a sob that comes out of my mouth in response to his declaration.

Richard snarls and grips my neck. The other stays under my ass. And then he moves.

Big hips snap up, forcing me up and off his cock, but I can't go far with the way he's holding me. He yanks me back down, filling me past the base of his knot as I beg and plead for this soul-rending pleasure to never stop. His pace is blistering, my body tightening and clenching at the sheer force of him.

He brings his mouth to mine and devours me, his lips desperate as our teeth clash together. It's the kiss of a male who wants to imprint his very soul onto mine, and I know it when we part and he tucks my hair over my shoulder, eyeing that spot he's talked about before.

Glowing green eyes come to mine, Big Daddy's deep bass threaded through Richard's baritone when he speaks. "It's time, Lola."