Heat Haven (Heat Haven Omegaverse, #1)(5)

“I’m guessing you're from here?”

“Mmm, what gave me away?”

“Probably the way you say elevay-tah,” I giggle at him. Some tension rolls off of me. He’s making me feel at ease in this terrible situation.

“Well, we can’t all have cute little southern accents, now can we?” Oh, he is definitely flirting with me.

“I suppose not. I’m glad you didn’t decide to leave Heat Haven, or I would have been stuck on this elevator all by myself.”

Still rubbing his thumb on my hand reassuringly, he smiles at me. “Me too.”

I kinda want to lean my head on his shoulder, but I think that would be too forward. I haven’t had such an easy conversation with an Alpha in so long. After I broke up with Dale and his pack mates, I’ve primarily just been focused on myself.

He plants our hands on his giant thigh and the fabric feels like butter. “I like your suit.” Smooth Emily, really smooth.

He smiles at me. Griffin has a pleasant smile, his teeth are straight and white. His sharp canine teeth catch my eye and I have to mentally taper down my emotions. I’m getting so close to my heat that his teeth are turning me on.

The aromatic scent of my arousal catches me off guard, and I know in this small space he can smell it too. This is so embarrassing. Heat creeps up my cheeks and a sense of panic runs up my spine. Will he mention my perfume? Or maybe he’ll act like a gentleman and just ignore my overbearing scent.

He pats my thigh, hopefully not in a condescending way. “Don’t worry, Emily, I’ve been hard as a rock ever since I smelled your scent. Don’t be embarrassed.”

Looking at him wide-eyed, I then, of course, look down at his crotch. Sure enough, he was telling the truth. The imprint he has against his slacks is pretty impressive, if I might add. Emily, stop looking at this hot man's erection, or else they won't be able to get your scent out of here for weeks.

I’m still a little embarrassed, even if he is just as turned on as me. His Alpha pheromones are seriously turning me into a pile of Omega goo. I kinda wanna straddle him and kiss his hot, stubbly face.

Griffin shifts again, trying to get in a comfortable position. “Honey, your scent is fucking killing me.”

Fiddling with the hem of my dress to keep me centered. I don’t know what to say other than, “I’m sorry.” I’m also low-key freaking out about this huge hot Alpha calling me honey. I’m no stranger to how needy an Alpha can make me feel, but dang, he is doing it for me at warp speed.

“Don’t be sorry. It’s just my dick is harder than steel and all I want to do is rip that dress off of you and see what you taste like.”

If I thought I had a blush before, I think my entire face might look like a tomato right now. I like this man's dirty words. I kinda want him to taste me, too. Maybe it would be good practice, ya know? Get me ready for my heat with Alphas I don’t know. Just as I’m feeling bold and ready to make the first move, the elevator shakes again and then all the lights flicker off. Mothersmucker!





Chapter three




Emily’s eyes go wide when I tell her how badly I want her at this moment. I’m honestly concerned about how hard my dick has been and for how long, with no release. She leaned into me like she wanted me to kiss her. Then the elevator started shaking again. The lights started flickering before they completely shut off.

Emily's breathing is heavy, almost like she’s on the verge of a panic attack. I blindly try to find her back so I can start soothing her when the elevator shakes again.

She lets out a high-pitched yelp and I feel her trembling. Folding my legs, I grab her by the waist and place her on my lap. She lets out a contented sigh.

“You’re okay, honey.”

Her small fists are holding on to my suit jacket with a death grip. I rub her back with my knuckles in small strokes. I know the poor woman is terrified, but I’m sickly and keenly aware of how perfectly she fits in my lap.

“What can I do to help, Emily?”

Still trembling a bit, but at least breathing evenly, she replies, “Do you have any embarrassing stories?”

“Hmm, in college my pants ripped while playing drunk twister, everyone saw my whole bare ass.” She laughs lightly.

“Why weren't you wearing any underwear?”

“It was college. Unless I came home to see my Ma, I rarely had clean clothes.”

“I’m sure no one minded seeing your butt. It’s probably really nice.”

Something about her innocent dirty talk does it for me. She nuzzles herself against my chest and takes a deep inhale of my scent.

“Emily, are you saying you want to see my ass?”

I still can’t see much. There’s a little emergency light in the elevator, but it’s still dark as fuck in here. My strokes against her back are getting closer and closer to her peachy ass, but she doesn’t seem to complain.

“I’m just saying I wouldn’t mind.”

“Well, just so you know, I marked no on the check box for having anything put in my ass on the questionnaire.” She laughs, no longer trembling from fear, but from enjoying herself. When she turns around and straddles my lap, my hands immediately go to her thighs. I give them a gentle squeeze and she leans in to whisper something to me.