Page 34 of Perfectly Yours
I cut him off. “No wasting the ice cream, Savin.” I rip the pint from him, scooping a healthy serving into my mouth before doing a little jig. I hum through several more bites before noticing that they’ve gone quiet, Savin and Macon staring at me strangely. Staring down at myself gives me no clues, Macon leaning forward to cup my cheek in his large hand.
His thumb massages the skin and my excitement settles into a calm comfort. “We don’t know each other well, Ellie, but this is the happiest I’ve seen you. I love it.” Macon’s touch disappears in the next second and I watch him return to the kitchen. Savin pulls me a little closer, nuzzling his head against mine while fighting me for more ice cream.
Macon isn’t wrong. This feels right. Comfortable. Perfect.
And as terrifying as it is, I know I need to tell them. I will. Just… after my appointment.
“There’s a contract, right?” I ask, breaking the silence. I twist around to see Macon returning with a small stack of paper. “Why are there so many pages? Isn’t it just for Savin’s PA?”
The Alpha chuckles. “There’s a lot of legal jargon in here that makes sure you’re both protected. It might sound stupid but handling it after the fact might be detrimental to the both of you.” I hum my yes through another spoonful of ice cream. “Our lawyer is on call if you need him to explain anything to you and you can take as much time as you need to look through it. If anything needs to be changed, let me know.”
Macon has slipped into a business persona, the personality in stark contrast to the Alpha I spent time with on Friday during Savin’s heat. This version of him is slightly terrifying and fierce in a way that I’m sure would have me flattened against a wall, a dark look in his eyes as he fights between fucking and belting out his anger. Heat bleeds through me at the fantasy, Macon’s nostrils flaring at the change in my scent. Savin tugs me a little closer, his nose dragging along my cheek.
“You’ve gone all sweet again. Makes me want to lay you out and fuck you, Ellie.” His cock thickens against my ass and I squirm, trying not to let them know just how much I would enjoy that.
No.
I came to look at a contract. Now that I’ve had my ice cream, I can focus. Pushing the container to Savin to finish, I wiggle my fingers for the papers. Discomfort wiggles into my chest and I try sliding off Savin’s lap to sit in a chair. That’s more professional, right?
Savin wraps a firm arm around me and tugs me back against him. “And where are you going?”
“Just to sit-”
“You have a seat, Ellie. Right here. Are you not comfortable?” Savin waits for my answer and I sigh, sucking in my bottom lip. I should have known that Savin wasn’t going to let me move. “Ok, good. Stay here. I like holding you.”
Macon chuckles and stands up, taking the trash from us. “I’ll be in the office if either of you need me. Be careful, sweetheart. Finding shit like this is going to make you his new favorite person.” He leans down to press a kiss on each of our heads before disappearing and I set my attention on the papers. Macon wasn’t lying about legal jargon and I have no idea what 90% of this even means. I’m sure I can trust this man not to fuck with my life but I also need to do my due diligence.
The lawyer’s number is on the bottom of the page, relief flooding my chest when it says he’s available for text. Thank fuck. I don’t really want to talk to anyone.
My attention is stolen by Savin who is currently running his nose along my cheek, one hand gripping my waist, the other splayed across my stomach. It moves upward, massaging one of my tits and I let out an embarrassing groan as I twitch in his lap. Goddess, those are sensitive. Yet another reason why we moved the appointment sooner.
Betas might start experiencing symptoms early but none of this is following the ‘normal’ pattern as Dr. Kelly put it. Carleen discreetly tried to ask our parents about my mother’s pregnancies but now they’re convinced my sister is pregnant so we nipped that conversation in the bud.
“Savin,” I breathe out, trying to keep my wits about me. He doesn’t stop, growing more incessant. This isn’t his heat so the desire building between us doesn’t make sense, especially not the way I’m craving release. Bold, even for me, I move the papers to the side and grab his hand from my tit before guiding it south and into my pants.
When those long fingers swipe through my folds, a shudder tears through me, my back bowing forward. Increased libido was what the pregnancy pamphlet said. It’s worse with mates apparently and the need to come is taking over my rational mind. Savin doesn’t seem to mind though, plunging a finger into my sex. His tongue drags along my cheek and jaw, Savin picking up his pace as I writhe on his lap.
The Omega starts to perfume, his attention becoming more fervent until I shatter on his fingers, the warmth of his release seeping into my legging-covered ass. We both sigh, relaxing into each other but I’m confused at how suddenly my need for him crept up. Savin’s fingers are still gently pumping inside of me, teasing me onto another smaller orgasm when his lips meet mine.
It’s a soft kiss as we sup from each other until I wiggle my way off his lap, Savin leaning back to suck my release off his fingers.
“I… I need to change,” I mumble.
“We both do. I haven’t come in my fucking pants since I was a teen. I’m not even sure why… it was just like I needed you right then.” Savin frowns, eyes flitting across the room. He stands and guides me to the hallway, rushing me past the office. The sweetness of his scent fades slightly, almost as if he’s worried something is wrong. “If he knows, he’ll come fuck us into oblivion. I just, I don’t know what happened,” he whispers, his voice pained.
He points to the guest bedroom for me to clean up and then he dives into his own. I’m not sure what to make of what just happened. I kind of want it to happen again but I also know that I need to explain why it happened in the first place.
Just tell them, Ellie. What’s the worst they can do?
The worst they can do is sever the budding relationship and the comfort I’ve drawn from them.
The worst they can do is chalk all of this up to biology and say that the feelings weren’t really there.
The worst they can do is blame me for entrapping them into a life they don’t want.
I step into the attached bathroom, warring with my own thoughts because the pregnancy isn’t the only thing I need to tell them about.
I’ve left out a few details since we saw each other last.