Mate of Mine

ersonality, walking into her apartment f

veral bookshelves and cubbies filled to overflowing around the living room. Her place is filled with light from an enormous

e a problem. He did badly enough at the party, surrounded by

he broken fan. It rocks violently back and forth as it spins, on the highest setting. Sean has

pid body relaxes— to turn the fan off at the wall switch. “If it rocks once we get it to the lowest setting, I’ll have to call maint

under the fan, watching the blades slow to a crawl, then stop altoge

odel her apartment and he’d probably do it f

epladder, she holds it steady, grinning sweetly up at him. He feels si

ybe he could connect the little beads together and get down.

oans with dismay as he tries and fails a second time to get the chain hooked. “They’re convenient

” Finally, the extender hooks in. Now he

ple up. Though some of the hooks a

stool and closes it up for her, walking it back toward the wall she retrieved it from earlier. Anything to get a little d

d toward her bedroom door

ean nods and passes her, and gets

t her neck and maybe lick her gland. She loved that when they hooked up last year. He remembers getting her off exclusively by her glands, at least thre

t her bed. He can practically smell his own scent spiking. He turns, lookin

in the doorway. Her eyes are wide and dilated almost to bla

she no

gestures to the mirror.

iet he almost doesn’t hear it— that soun

red and not very wide, but she’s small eno

wall beside her, and, rather pointedly

tell her he’ll see her around, and get out. Before he does so

at her, she’s already setting a hefty toolkit on the dresse

ave every tool I could ever need and then some. I think I’ve used three

needs to le

good brother,

h. He is.” She traces the handle of the toolkit with one slim, small f

going to spike, and she

hless. He meets her eyes, sees them still

ge of him setting her naked on the dresser flashes in his mind, and he has to sw

nd hammers it into the wall. Plenty of Omegas smell good to him. Eve

e says, gesturing to the mirror. Beth e

e sighs. “It’s been sittin

e weight, tilting the mirror toward him with one hand. I

umb over the gland at her wrist. Sean almost drops t

stead, she gasps, and as he positions the mir

et it into place. Sean can feel his muscles straining just sligh

e trained on his neck, on the gland that starts to throb in response t

k you.” She nods awkwardly at him, but all he can focus o

exactly the w

in his large hands. Her lips open to him instantly, so he swipes

water. Sean trails his lips over her cheeks, over her

h

and potent on his tongue when he licks her gland.

his arms and presses her against the doorframe. Her legs close around him— made for him— a

growl, Sean bites