Page 62 of Shattered Trinket
Facing him squarely, my brow raises, and I instinctively cross my arms, desperate to unravel the mystery of who he is and how he’s privy to that information. I don’t like that he seems to know me when I don’t have a clue who he is. When I don’t respond, he lets out a sigh. He looks down as Cozy returns and starts rummaging through his belongings before disappearing once more.
“I’m Cozette’s therapist.”
His eyes shut tight, and he vigorously shakes his head, exhaling sharply and tousling his hair with his fingers.
“Was. I was her therapist. She uh,” he pauses, clearing his throat. “Valley brought her to the hospital earlier, and she barreled into my office like a freight train. She’s in heat, but she isn’t ready to go through it with the other guys.”
With his revelation of her being in heat, I finally notice just howpotentCozy’s scent is in here. I was so preoccupied with trying to figure out who the hell the strange alpha is that I failed to notice the overwhelming presence of her lemon tart fragrance, which permeates every corner of her room, demanding attention with its pungent and assertive aroma.
I should have known.
All that research I did, everything I learned so I could be the best alpha possible for her, and it all went out of my mind with the shock of everything. From Valley’s call, seeing an unfamiliar alpha that I know nothing about in my omega’s space, and then Valley throwing us in here and shutting the door in our faces.
When she returns to the room to continue digging, I crouch down to lift her, paying no mind to her struggles as I straighten up. I pull her close to my chest, feeling the weight of her body against mine as she wraps her legs tightly around my waist. Her desperate whine pierces through the silence, echoing in thedepths of my being. Her face buries into the crook of my neck, and I can feel her whimpering breaths as she nuzzles her nose against my skin. My face falls to her throat, and I nearly lose my shit at how easily she cranes her neck to the side to give me access. As soon as I take a deep breath, a surge of desire shoots through my body, and an uncontrollable growl escapes from my throat.
Cozy trembles in my hold at the sound, her fingers gripping my shoulders tightly, rubbing herself against my stomach mindlessly without even realizing it.
“Oh, Dove,” I purr against her throat, licking up her neck to her ear until I can nip it between my teeth.
“My Ghost,” she sighs out, rubbing her nose up and down the column of my throat before tugging on my shirt with a growl.
“Need this, Alpha. Now. Gimme!”
I chuckle, finding her demanding attitude adorable as shit because she’s usually so timid. Without putting her down, I rip my shirt over my head with a bit of maneuvering and hand it to her with a grin. She tries to squirm out of my hold, but I give her a swat to her ass that has her gasping as her perfume clouds around us. She pulls back to look at my face, eyes struggling to focus as she pouts at me. A purr rattles in my chest, and she relaxes against me, patting my chest.
“Nest, please.”
Not wasting another second, I move towards her closet, but before I can get us completely through the door, she makes a distressed sound in the back of her throat and reaches behind me. I pause, glancing over my shoulder and huff when I spot the other alpha just standing there like a dipshit.
“Are you fucking coming or not?” I grunt, rolling my eyes when he gives me a wide-eyed look before jumping into action when Cozy whines again.
She settles in my arms and I keep going, kicking my shoes off at the entrance to her nest.
“This should be interesting,” I mutter to myself, climbing inside and looking at the impressive nest she’s built with everything we brought.
It’s even bigger than it was the night I stayed with her.
When Cozy squirms in my hold again, I let her down, and she dashes over to the miniature fort she’s built for us, crawling inside, tidying it up.
“Clothes,” she mutters, reaching a delicate hand out and making grabby hands at us without even looking at us, too focused on her need to have the perfect space for this.
I let out a snort of amusement as I confidently remove my sweatpants, a smirk playing on my lips as Micah makes a sound of surprise at my lack of underwear. Cozy snatches the pants out of my hand before I can blink and starts shoving them in with everything else. When she notices Micah still hasn’t started undressing, she looks at him with narrowed eyes.
He raises a brow but slowly starts undressing and I shake my head, looking back at my girl. She’s demanding we take our clothes off, meanwhile she’s still entirely too clothed. I crouch down, gripping her chin between my fingers and making her look at me.
“Can I come in, Omega?”
Cozy licks her lips, nodding and holding her arms out for me. I get in and wrap her up in my hold, my cock already hard and aching. I rub my cheek against hers, marking her with my scent as she watches Micah undress, but I try to focus on her.
“You gonna take these off, sweet girl? Feels a little unfair that we’re taking everything off when you’re still covered,” I murmur against her cheek, tugging on her oversized t-shirt.
She nibbles on her bottom lip as she anxiously glances over at Micah before turning to look at me with a pout and wide, fearful eyes.
“What if he doesn’t want me when he sees them all? What if— what if he finds me hideous?” she whispers, tears glistening in her hazy eyes, making me frown.
I look over at Micah with a glare that has him jolting as he’s pulling his pants off, and he tumbles to the floor when his foot gets caught in the leg. I have to close my eyes so I don’t bite his head off prematurely, reminding myself that she chose him for a reason. She didn’t want the other three around, but she felt comfortable enough with him to ask him to be here for her heat. So that means I need to play nice. After all, as time goes on, we’ll find ourselves spending more and more time together.
After Micah has steadied himself, he directs his gaze towards Cozy, his eyes gleaming with an unmistakable devotion and affection that I am all too familiar with. He moves to reach forward, but stops, giving me a questioning look. I simply lower my face and run my nose up Cozy’s throat, feeling her shiver against me as he presses his forehead to hers, cupping her cheek.