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I completely got it now.
Margot fumbled with her purse, eventually pulling her keys out, and I was forced to put her down and use my slightly steadier hands to unlock the door. The moment we were on the small landing at the base of the stairs that led up to her apartment, a switch seemed to flip.
I’d thought my omega was in heat before, but the slightly feral glint in her eye as she glanced at me before bolting up the stairs told me that I hadnoidea what an omega in heat truly looked like.
She was very clearly running for her nest, but my alpha hindbrain only registered the running part. With a growl that seemed to startle me more than her, I was running up the stairs two at a time, pinning her against her apartment door.
Margot let out an appreciative moan as the bulge in my jeans dug into her ass, her entire front pressed up against the door.
“Omega,” I growled, vaguely aware that I was rocking my hips against her. “Nest.”
She let out a full-blown whine, and I remembered that I was the one holding the keys.Idiot. The moment I got the door open, I had Margot inside and pushed up against it, frantically tugging off her clothes with plenty of enthusiastic assistance. Her skin was hot to the touch, her hands alternating between taking off her clothes and grabbing every inch of my body she could reach.
“Alpha,” she whispered, sighing in relief as I ripped off the thick pre-heat underwear and tossed them aside. “Alpha, alpha, alpha.”
Without the physical barrier in the way, the rich scent of Margot’s need filled the apartment, making my mouth water. It still wasn’t quite right though, I thought, nosing the column of her neck as I kicked off my own trousers, a growl rumbling through my chest. The lingering smells of other people who’d touched her clung to her skin, and the scentshield lotion made her delicious natural vanilla scent smell sort of soapy and off.
No, no. This wouldn’t do.
“Nest,” Margot demanded.
“Shower,” I countered, steering her into her tiny bathroom.
She growled—a fierce, demanding, bratty sound that went straight to my dick, but I didn’t back down. The wrongness of her scent, the smell of others on her skin, would be bothering her too. She just wasn’t lucid enough to pick up on the nuances of her irritation right now, which was fine.
That was my job.
I quickly turned the shower on, divesting us of the rest of our clothes before grabbing one of the cloths Margot used for removing her makeup and wetting it under the shower stream.
She stilled, staring up at me with a slightly stubborn tilt to her chin, and waited. Ignoring the throbbing ache of my cock, the syrupy sweet smell of Margot’s desire, ignoring everything else, I slowly began massaging away the makeup, dropping light kisses on her bare skin as I went.
I wasn’t entirely oblivious. I’d known that Margot had some hangups about me seeing her without makeup on—which I finally understood after she’d told me about the incident at the pool—but I’d hoped thatnotbringing attention to them was the best way of offering her reassurance.
Maybe that had been the right call. Maybe it hadn’t. We had our entire lives for me to learn the best way of keeping my omega happy.
“You are beautiful,” I murmured, kissing the tip of her nose before carefully wiping off her eye makeup and pulling her into the shower. “So fucking beautiful. I can’t wait to wake up next to you each morning, Margot mine. I’ll remind you when you’re able to focus on something other than my dick.”
I grunted in surprise as Margot wrapped her hand around my cock, taking my words as a suggestion rather than a jest.
“Fuck,” I rasped, my abs contracting as she began working my shaft at the perfect tempo, a hungry gleam in her eyes as she stared at the bead of precum welling at the tip. “Okay, let’s get you washed before I go into rut and keep you in the shower for your whole heat.”
She wasn’t listening.
I grabbed the body wash, breathing hard as I washed every part of her I could reach while she gave me the best fucking hand job of my life.
“Margot,” I warned, my shoulders hitting the shower wall while my hips seemed to move of their own accord. “Let’s go to your nest. You can play with me all you want in your nest—”
Too late.
Her knees hit the floor with a thud, mouth open and tongue extended to catch every drop of cum she could. Margot’s eyes drifted closed, a blissful look on her face as though she’d never tasted anything better, and my hindbrain roared to life.
Nest. Fuck. Knot.
Claim.
I shut the water off, roughly grabbing a towel and pulling Margot to her feet, attempting to dry us both whilst simultaneously rubbing myself all over her, driven by instincts as old as time to cover her in my scent.
We tumbled through the flat, both grabbing frantically at each other, rubbing skin against skin, our skin still damp. A near-constant flow of slick ran down Margot’s inner thighs, bathing my cock each time I rubbed against her.
