“Kelsey, this is Griffin. He is going to be taking me to Heat Haven. I’ll text you once my heat is over, okay?” Emily gives Kelsey soft eyes while I finish drying her off with the pink towel.
“Are you sure you can trust this guy, Emily?” A low growl vibrates through my chest, and I immediately regret it. I get it. She is trying to be a good friend, but I’m not the bad guy here. I should be grateful that Emily has someone looking after her and stop being such a possessive caveman.
“Yes, I promise,” Emily says as she walks over and gives Kelsey a hug, which her bestie returns.
Kelsey glares at me while she rests her head on Emily's shoulder. I want to flick this girl off so badly, but that would probably make things worse.
Once her roommate has enough peace of mind that I don’t have intentions to kidnap Emily and chain her in my basement, she retreats into the apartment. Emily starts busying herself around the room, packing an away bag and getting dressed. I still have no clue how she knows what’s clean and what's not. I sit at the edge of her bed and keep my eyes glued to her movements. She definitely seems more jittery than when I dropped her off this morning.
Standing in just her underwear and bra, she starts drying off her hair. She takes a deep breath and shifts her weight on the carpet floor. She keeps letting out intermittent sighs, but has said nothing.
“Emily, is something wrong?” I ask her and she whines at me, she fucking whines.
Walking over to me, she situates herself right between my legs. I grab both of her hips and look into those beautiful honey-colored orbs.
“Can you…can you help me relax a little bit before we go?” Her small fingers fiddle with the collar of my suit jacket.
“I want to. I just don’t want to put you in the position where you have to be rushed to Heat Haven, sweetheart. You should be coherent when you get there so you can be prepared.”
She whines again, and I swear in any other circumstance I would give her anything her little heart desired. Nuzzling her head in the crook of my neck, she takes a deep inhale of my scent. I support her weight as she leans against me and I lightly scratch her back.
“You’re probably right, I'll finish getting ready.” Emily places a quick peck on my cheek and finishes getting all her things together.
Chapter seven
Griffin drives me to Heat Haven quickly, a reassuring hand on my thigh the entire ride over. Was I disappointed that he wouldn’t give me a quickie before coming over here? Yes. However, he’s right, I don’t know what would happen with me this close to my heat. Having sex could have easily forced my heat to start. Shoot, I’m almost positive everything we did yesterday caused my heat to come sooner.
It’s like at any moment I’ll go into that dizzy state. I’m starting to lose control, and I hate this feeling. While physically I’m here moving my body, my actions aren’t truly my own. Once I’m in heat, the only thing I care about is relief and pleasure. I worry what Griff will think of me after he sees me in my disoriented state.
The hours that lead up to an Omega’s heat, at least for me, are the worst. I hate the uncertainty and the waves of pain that ripple through my body. I wasn’t kidding when I said why I got in the shower earlier. The cramps were seriously getting to me, and being in the warm, cozy shower made me feel safe. Griffin also makes me feel safe. It’s odd. I was with the Georgia pack for four months and I couldn’t commit. They helped me during my heat one time, but I just couldn’t bond with them. I’ve known this man for two days, and I already feel safer with him than I ever did with Dale.
The street lights illuminate Griffin's face, showcasing his perfect jawline and Roman nose. He’s a little worse for wear this afternoon, his hair is a little messy and his stubble looks darker with how much of it he has on his face. He’s so sexy, I just want to hop over the center console and ride him until I can’t anymore. I shake my head back and forth in an attempt to clear my head. Frick, it’s starting.
“You okay, Em?” he asks as he squeezes my thigh tightly. I want him to squeeze me in other places. I want those enormous hands all over my body. I want him to devour me.
“Honey, your scent is like a fucking atomic bomb in my car. You alright?”
Rubbing my thighs together, I search for some relief. I don’t feel dizzy or completely out of control yet.
“Mmm, yeah. Fine,” I tell him as I continue rubbing my jean-clad thighs for more friction.
Griffin tugs at the tips of his hair. “Fuck. We’re three minutes away. If you can keep yourself under control, so can I.”
I grab his hand and move it to the apex of my thighs, where I truly want him.
“No promises,” I say, which makes him squeeze my thigh even tighter and I moan.
“Fuck, fucking, fuck,” he chants in frustration.
He removes his hand from my thigh and grips the steering wheel like it owes him money. I let out a frustrated sigh, and Griffin keeps his eyes open for a parking space.
After we are fully parked, Griffin helps me get out of the car and grabs both of our bags. Holding my hand, he walks me through reception. It’s the same red-headed girl from last time. She looks at Griffin with stars in her eyes and it makes me want to bite her head off. I decide to slither in against Griff as tightly as possible, placing my head against his chest and gripping his waist.
Griffin keeps a firm grip on me as he talks to the receptionist. “Checking in for Emily Collins and Griffin Miller.”
“Yes, of course. Ms. Collins, you booked the neon suite, correct?” The receptionist looks at Griffin and not at me when she asks her question.
I don’t answer her. As far as I’m concerned, she is a red-headed devil trying to take my man away, and we do not like that. Griffin must notice that I’m not going to answer.
“If that’s what’s on her account, then yes, the neon suite,” he says.
The little seductress looks at me and then at Griffin, giving him a big smile. “You’re going to want to take the elevator up to level five. That’s where you will meet your moderator. They will also contact the other Alphas that you have selected for your heat and let them know when they should come in. If you need anything before your heat, please let the moderator know and they will be happy to assist.”
Griffin thanks her and grabs my hand. I give her a little glare before we head upstairs. Not my proudest moment. I guess it's better than licking his face to mark him as mine.
“We are not taking the fucking elevator. Can you walk, sweetheart, or do you want a piggyback ride?”
I secretly want him to give me a piggyback ride, but that's a lot of steps.
“I can walk.”
“Okay, well, if you change your mind...” he trails off.
He kisses the top of my head and takes my hand as we enter the stairwell. We take the stairs slowly and cautiously. The excitement in me builds the closer we get to the fifth floor. I know what's about to happen and I want it so badly. I want Griffin. I want to climb him like a tree and kiss his whole face off.
“You better be ready for me to fuck the shit out of you soon, Emily, cause you’re driving me crazy.”