He meows at her. Emily swears Binx is the smartest cat to have ever lived. I think he is probably the most manipulative. He thinks he is one of Emily's Alphas and deserves his own time with her, well get in fucking line buddy.
I pet the little attention seeker’s head. “It’s probably for the best, anyway. We need to be at Heat Haven soon.” Emily groans. She’s not too keen on the idea. She wants to have her heat at home. “Baby, I know you don’t want to go, but unless you want your Alphas to die from fucking too much, we need to go.”
She sighs and turns to face me. “I know. I just wish I wasn’t so needy and we could do it here at home. Not that Heat Haven sucks or anything. I just wish it could only be my bonded, and I didn’t have to worry about any outsiders.”
I kiss her cheek. “I know baby, someday…I promise.” She starts to cozy up into my neck and gives me a deep inhale.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of your scent. Makes me want to lick you.” She gives me a devious smile, knowing exactly what those words do to me.
I want to throw caution to the wind and give her a quick little fuck before we have to go to Heat Haven, but Griffin quickly shuts down that idea.
“Alright, I let you two sleep long enough. We have to get going,” Griffin says, walking into the bedroom already dressed in a suit.
He gives Emily a quick kiss on the lips and helps her get out of the bed. Landing a quick smack on her ass before she giggles and struts over to the ensuite.
Griffin picks up Binx and kisses him on the head. “Who's my good little cock blocker cat?” he boops the cat's nose. “You are. You understood we had shit to do today, didn’t you, Mr. Binx?”
I roll my eyes. “Griff, I’m starting to get concerned by the amount of one-sided conversations you have with the cat.”
“Don’t get butt hurt that he doesn’t like you as much as me and Emily,” he jests at me.
I scoff, “Yeah, that's totally what it is.”
Griffin glances back at the ensuite, where we both hear the sink running. “Does she seem nervous?”
“She just wants to be able to have heats with bonded partners only.”
He puts Binx back down on the bed and runs a hand through his hair. “I know…fuck, I wish we could give her everything she wants. What we have now is nearly perfect, but I know she needs more.”
“Don’t stress yourself out over it, Griffin, we’ll manage. Maybe we could just get her pregnant. That way she skips a few heats and it won't be a problem.”
He points at me, “Now that…that’s a solid fucking idea, D.”
Emily chooses that moment to walk back into the bedroom. She gives us both a pointed look. “Remember when we agreed on no babies until we're sure our pack is complete?”
Griffin grumbles, “I mean, I don’t remember agreeing. I remember you being the one who has to carry said baby and caving to your demands.”
“Same difference,” she replies as she walks over to the closet and gets dressed. She puts on some black jersey knit dress and Griffin beams ear to ear. She grins back at him.
Griffin looks back at me in frustration and disapproval. “Well, are you going to get the fuck ready or what?” I jump out of the bed and start quickly getting dressed.
Griffin drove us to Heat Haven. He usually drives when we all go somewhere together. Once things got serious for us as a pack, he purchased a spacious SUV. Emily always insists on sitting in the back, so I have plenty of legroom. She’s so kind and considerate. I can’t imagine my life without her.
I have my own Boston sightseeing company and while at twenty-five that's impressive, Emily has helped me completely overhaul the program. After she and Griffin bonded, she quit her nannying position to help me full time. I, of course, agreed because it meant more time with my girl. Not to mention, she's great with people and marketing and I love having her on board. She does a great job of coming up with ideas to keep the kids entertained, while the parents take in the history and sights Boston has to offer.
Griffin takes the first parking spot he sees, and we all start getting out of the car. I open Emily's door and take her hand in mine. We walk through the mirrored front doors of Heat Haven and go straight to reception. Fortunately, the woman that Emily hates isn’t working today. She said that she was hitting on Griffin and will never forgive her. Griffin doesn’t agree, but we let Emily keep her rivalry.
“Hello, checking in for the Miller pack,” Griffin says proudly.
That’s fucking right. We are the Miller pack. I’m not close with my family and I felt totally fine taking on Griffin’s last name. Every time we hear our pack name, I swear we all smile like a bunch of morons.
“Of course, welcome. You’ll meet your moderator on level three to discuss potential Alphas for Mrs. Miller’s heat. They are currently painting our stairwell, so you will need to take the elevator.”
“Son of a bitch,” Griffin mutters.
Oh, I know all too well about the elevator story.
Emily looks at the receptionist. “We can make sure that we don't touch anything in the stairwell. Are you sure we need to take the elevator?”
“Sorry, yes, they have blocked the entrances,” the receptionist replies, and I think Emily has a new least favorite receptionist at Heat Haven.
Emily huffs but grabs Griffin’s hand, her left hand in mine and her right one in Griffin’s as we walk over to the elevator. I hit the call button to go up.
Griffin grabs her chin. “Honey, it’s going to be fine. Shit like that can’t happen twice. It’s like being struck by lightning or attacked by a shark twice.”
“I don’t like sharks or lightning either,” she mumbles back.
The elevator door slides open and all three of us enter. Just as the door begins to shut, a large foot in very expensive shoes stops it from closing all the way.
It's a tall man, late twenties, with dark blonde hair, blue eyes, and apparently a British accent.
“Sorry, mind if we hop in the lift with you?” he asks.
“Of course not,” I respond, since Emily is freaking the hell out and Griffin is silently consoling her.
Another man, probably around Griffin’s age in a deep tan suit enters, he has inky black hair and looks to be of Asian descent.
“Freddie, I still think this is a bad fucking idea. We can find an Omega another way,” he says to his British companion.
“Just give it a shot, Kenji,” the blonde man named Freddie sighs as he rakes a hand through his hair. He finally takes a good look at the three of us and smiles. “What floor, darlings?”
“Three, please,” I reply and he pushes the button and the doors finally close.
The elevator slowly starts rising at a snail's pace. Emily's hand still has a firm grip on mine, her other fisting Griffin's jacket. Just as the elevator illuminates that we’re passing level two, the entire floor bounces and there’s a groaning noise.
Griffin sighs, “You have got to be mother fucking kidding me.”
Emily yelps and the two new gentlemen look down at my sweet bonded.