I grab the thin blanket, pushing it into a loose nest around Bird.
When I frown, he looks at me, concerned.
“What’s wrong?” He asks.
“This isn’t a good enough nest for you,” I reply. “I never had a proper one either when I became Switch. But I used my clothes.”
“This nest is good enough because you’re sharing it with me.”
Bird’s words mend a part of me that I didn’t know was cracked.
I snarl, nipping at his neck. “You’re all I need, my Omega.”
He strokes my hair. “My Alpha.”
“I’m good at improvising. I have a plan.” My eyes gleam, wickedly.
“Oh, I like a plan.” Sweat drips down Bird’s forehead, but he’s grinning.
I am excited by the idea of him being surrounded and marked by my scent.
I sit back, stripping off my top and then shimmying out of my pants.
Bird purrs deep in his throat, watching me with dilated pupils. “Beautiful.”
No one has called mebeautifulbefore.
I didn’t talk to the Omegas in the hotels, and they were too timid to talk to me.
Why would they see me as beautiful, anyway, when I am carved with the scars of my training and missions? How can Bird?
I arch my brow. “Don’t think flattery will make me go easy on you.”
“I would hope not.”
I use my clothes to build up the nest around Bird’s head. If I place them lower than that, then they’ll be ruined by my rut.
Bird buries his face into my clothes, taking desperate breaths of my scent. He squirms in his fever, but he’s wriggling in pleasure, rather than distress.
I am trained to tell the difference.
It washes satisfaction through me that my scent is helping him.
“Alpha,” Bird murmurs.
Alphasaid in my Omega’s sweet tone makes me shiver.
My pupils become blown. My pheromones hang in a thick fog around us. A tremor runs through me.
Startled, I realize that I am being pulled into my rut because of the strength of my connection to this Omega.
My pussy aches in the way that it does as the muscles prepare for a locking.
Locking is the female Alpha version of a rut. Biologically, the muscles in the pussy are stronger than in other dynamics. They can contract and constrict a male Omega’s cock, locking the Alpha and Omega together.
I lick over my canines.
I itch to bite and claim Bird.