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“Awww,” he let out a single chuckle. “Look at the bright side.”
“Hmm?”
“It’s not going to hurt this time. You finally have an alpha to help.”
I hummed as I smiled. “Yeah.”
“Even with suppressants, I can’t imagine that many heats without an alpha. That had to hurt.”
“Why do you think I was so excited for the suppressants? It meant I only had to hurt once a year.”
“And now you’ll never have to hurt again. Your alpha is going to take care of you.”
I hummed again. “I’m ready.”
“For the knot, or the bonding bite?”
“Yes.”
He laughed. “I’ll let you prepare. Enjoy your heat.”
“I plan to.”
We said our goodbyes and hung up.
Everything was ready. Russy was with my parents for the next few days. I’d gotten out the big feeders and water heatersfor the chickens so that they could be checked quickly. The fancy mattress protector was on the bed…
I glanced down and ran my fingers over my stomach. If everything went well, our first baby would be inside me by the end of my heat.
The last time I’d cycled off had been a miserable reminder of everything I didn’t—and thought I never would—have. Now, a year later, the promise of happiness hung in the air.
The crunch of tires on gravel signalled the arrival of my mate. The thud of a truck door, heavy boots on the steps, then a burst of cold as he opened the door.
I let out a needy sigh as Craig’s scent washed over me. It had infused the cabin since he’d moved in, but there was nothing like the first breath of it when he arrived home.
He took a moment to remove his coats and boots, then strode over to where I was on the couch. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to the top of my head.
A lusty growl escaped his throat. “You smell so good, omega-mine.”
“So do you,” I replied. I squirmed as a bit of slick escaped.
Craig must have smelled it, since his growl deepened.
“You should eat,” I said. “I don’t think I can wait much longer.”
His arms wrapped around me. “I ate on the way. Robbie gets scent-sensitive to food before his heats. And I didn’t think to ask about that. I didn’t want you to feel sick because of me.”
I chuckled. “Thanks, but I’m fine about food smells.”
He hummed as his arms tightened. “Good to know.”
I stood, turned, and pulled him into my arms. “If you’ve already eaten…”
He grinned as he leaned in for a kiss. “I’ve eaten food. But I plan to take my time eating your ass.”
A full-body shiver escaped before I could form words to answer.
He chuckled. “Do you like the thought of that, Beautiful Randy? My tongue in your hole, devouring your slick?”
