Heat Haven (Heat Haven Omegaverse, #1)(17)

She nods and I walk downstairs to grab the heating pad. Binx stops me in the hallway and threads his body between my ankles. He usually sleeps in my room, so I’m sure he’s pissed and confused as to why he’s been locked out. He looks up at me with pleading green eyes and lets out a little chirp.

“Don’t look at me like that,” I tell him and he bites on the leg of my sweatpants. “Listen, man, you’ve gotta take one for the team tonight, alright? I’ll hook you up with some catnip tomorrow.”

I’m sure my cat has no fucking clue what I’m saying, but he senses the vibe as he struts away to go sit on his window perch.

I find the heating pad in the office and bring it back up to Emily. Plugging it into the wall by the nightstand, I hand it to her.

“Is there anything else that would make you feel more comfortable, honey?”

She nibbles on her full bottom lip before finally releasing it to speak. “Do you…do you have a sweatshirt that you’ve worn and haven't washed?”

An ache hits me right in the fucking solar plexus. I hand her my Harvard sweatshirt from the clothes bin. Quickly, she puts it on her small body, before grabbing the collar and taking a deep inhale. I’ve never had someone want to drown in my scent before. The feeling is heady.

She placed the heating pad at the bottom of her stomach and put the pillows on the right-hand side of her, leaving me a little pocket of space to cuddle her.

“Can I hold you?” I’ve never been one for late-night snuggles, unless you count Binx.

“Please,” she says in her sweet little voice.

Getting back on the bed, I snuggle her tightly, one arm under her neck and the other draped around her waist. Her perfect ass is pressed against me as she holds my forearm close to her chest. I think I could get used to this.



My phone alarm blaring wakes me up. I untangle myself from Emily, who hasn’t even stirred from the noise. Fuck 6:30 A.M., why? I decide to let Emily sleep a little longer as I get ready for work. I wish I could take her to a proper sit-down breakfast and get a tour of her place, but it's going to need to be a quick goodbye this morning. I’m part of her heat, but I don’t even have her number. We need to rectify that ASAP.

After I have on my favorite navy suit, I go to grab a tie from the closet. Two small hands wrap around my waist and give me a tight squeeze. She inhales my scent from my back and sighs. I turn and cup her cheeks in my hands, planting a quick kiss on her pouty lips. Emily gives me a sleepy smile and leans into my chest. I squeeze her tightly, like I can’t get her close enough to me.

“You look handsome,” she says as she rubs the material of my suit jacket between her two fingers.

“You want to pick out my tie?” Her eyes light up with excitement. I open the cabinet to my ties and her mouth drops open.

“Wow, that’s a lot of ties.”

“That’s what happens when no one knows what to get you for Christmas, they just give you ties.”

She taps her chin in deliberation. Picking up a maroon tie with a nondescript floral pattern, she holds it up against my suit. Her little tongue pokes out, and she squints an eye to make sure it's the right choice. Normally I just go with whatever color my suit is, so this will be new.

“Yeah, this one. Gives you a nice contrast of color.”

I take the tie from her and loop it around my neck. Her eyes follow every motion I make, and I swear I can see a glimmer of desire in her eyes.

“Want to get some breakfast to go? Then I’ll drop you off at home?”

She grabs the sweatshirt collar with both hands and takes a deep inhale. “Sure, can I borrow this?”

“Of course.” I look down at her in my hoodie that reaches her thighs and my dick instantly gets hard. Seeing her sporting my clothes and scent awakens a possessive side of me I wasn’t sure I had.

“My pants are probably too big, but maybe just borrow a pair to get you home?”

She looks down at her bare legs and my massive socks on her feet. “Yeah, I don’t want to wear my dress home. If you don’t mind?”

“Of course not, sweetheart.”

I kiss her head before handing her a pair of joggers that I haven’t worn in a while. Hopefully, they’re on the smaller side.

She slides them up to her legs, and the look is very homeless chic. Her hair is an interesting mess. It dried in a weird array of angles last night. Everything she’s wearing is mine, which are all multiple sizes too big. Yet, I think she looks more beautiful than ever.

“Don’t worry, we’ll go through a drive-thru,” I assure her.

“Phew, I’m pretty sure that people would think you're my criminal defense lawyer or something, seeing us together like this,” she says and then laughs at her own joke.

“Luckily, I don’t give a fuck what anybody thinks. Go grab your things, and we’ll head out in a few minutes.”

She smirks at me but starts collecting all her belongings so I can take her home. I wonder if she wants to see me again tonight. Is that too forward?

Emily waits for me in the foyer. Hunched over, petting Binx’s chin and speaking softly to him, she tells him what a pretty boy he is. Lucky bastard.

“Ready?”

“Yeah. Bye, Mr. Binx.”

She gives him one last little head pat. The cat meows back at her and she practically fucking beams. Like he is a ghost child stuck in a cat's body, just like his namesake from Hocus Pocus suggests.