Heat Haven (Heat Haven Omegaverse, #1)(18)

We stop at the first Dunkin’ we see on the way to her place. She orders a vanilla chai and I get my standard red eye. Neither of us are big breakfast people apparently, so we just stick to our warm caffeinated drinks. She directs me over to the Jeffries Point area. Not a bad area, but being right next to the airport sucks. Her condo is right off of Everett Street and I park out front of the building. Leaning her face against the headrest of the seat, she looks at me expectantly.

“I want to see you again. I mean, more than just your heat. I’d like to get to know you better,” I tell her, hoping she understands how genuine I’m being.

She blushes and smiles. “I’d like that too... There is something I want to mention.”

“Okay?” Is this where she tells me she has some sort of demented fetish?

“I’m a little bit different during my heat. I just want to give you a heads up. I hope that you still want to see me after, so let's see how the heat goes, and then you can decide.”

I furrow my brow in confusion. I don’t press her on exactly how she’s different. I mean, I know Omegas aren’t very lucid during their heats, and that's why they need generous amounts of care.

“Emily, I don’t think anything is going to change my mind. Your heat should start in the next couple of days, yeah?”

“Yeah, definitely by Friday. Honestly, the nesting urge hit me pretty hard last night, so it might be sooner. Will you be able to get off work?”

“I’ll be there no matter what.” I smile at her and lean over the center console to give her a quick kiss.

“I do still need your number though.”

She gasps, “Oh, of course.”

I hand her my phone, and she puts her information in. She shrugs her shoulders. “Maybe you could call me or text me tonight?”

“Honestly, it’s taking every ounce of effort to drag myself to work. I want to throw you over my shoulder, drag you into your apartment and fuck you all day.”

She bites her lip. “That does sound pretty pleasant.”

“Emily, please get out before I come in my pants. Your scent is hot boxing the hell out of my car.”

She giggles and leans over one more time to give me a deeper kiss. My cock is rock fucking hard and I consider the idea of jerking off in the company car park before work.

Moving back into her seat, she kisses me one more time on the cheek. “Bye, Griff.”

I watch her leave my car and head to the front door of her building, where she enters a code and heads up a set of stairs. I squeeze my cock hard while the smell of cherries and vanilla swirls around me. Taking a few steadying breaths, I mentally prepare myself to get through the day.





I’ve been writing this patent application all fucking day for a new lube. That's right, a patent for fucking lube infused with pheromones. I told the client it was hard to get proprietary rights on something that is so over-saturated in the commercial market...but no, let's not listen to our attorney. So I’ve spent the entire day writing something that I know will get declined. At the end of the day, I get paid if a patent gets approved or not. So, I should probably stop complaining. It’s just hard to focus when my mind constantly wanders, thinking about how sweet a certain Omega tastes.

I look down at my phone, and it's almost seven in the evening. I haven’t had a chance to catch up with Emily and guilt starts consuming me. I don’t want her to feel like I’m flaking out on her.


Me: How's my girl?


Emily: Not so great, actually.


Me: Why not?


Emily: I have a fever -__-


Me: Do you think your heat is starting early? Do you need me to take you to Heat Haven?


Emily: Do you mind? I’d rather stay in one of their overnight suites just to be safe.


Me: Of course. I’ll be there in an hour and a half.

Before I leave the office, I walk over to Mitch's desk. He is one of the top partners at the firm.

“Hey Mitch, I’m going to have to take some PTO days.”

“Really, in the middle of the Phero-Lube patent?” He grimaces after saying the name.

“Yeah, I met someone, and it's important.”

I don’t want Mitch in my personal shit. Luckily, he just grumbles and nods his head. Mitch has been with his pack for over two decades and is still very much obsessed with his Omega. He’s taken off for more heats than I can count, so he can fuck right off if he tries to give me shit.

“Fair enough. Just let us know if you won't be back on Monday, yeah?”

“Sure thing.” I pack up my laptop and head home to feed Binx.

Once I’m home, I pack a quick bag for myself and text my neighbor Beth Anne asking her to feed and check on Binx for the next few days, which she happily agrees to. The only thing left to do is pick up my sweet girl.

I park on the street of Emily's condo building and call her cell phone. She doesn’t answer; I text her twice and she still doesn’t answer. Fuck.

I get out of my car and walk over to the front door of the complex. Hitting every button on the buzzer, hoping someone will just let me in, which they do. It bothers me that she lives in a building where just anyone can gain access. The problem now is I have no fucking clue which door is hers. Thinking back to when I dropped her off, I’m pretty sure she went up the stairs. Thankfully, there are only three levels. Now narrowed it down to twelve options. Great.