First Street Heat (Beastverse #1)

21. Scotts Epilogue

21

Scott's Epilogue

One Year Later

" C an you help me out?" Lilah comes walking out of the bedroom in a black floor-length gown that clings to her curves and makes it very hard for me to stay in control of my body.

Bend her over.

Either Lilah sees the way I'm barely holding Fenrir back, and she wants to see me lose control, or she's oblivious because she's worried about tonight. I settle on it being the latter, which means I need to keep Fenrir under control. Lilah's been working on her hair and makeup for the last hour, and if he has his way, she's going to look a mess by the time he's done with her.

Not a mess. Beautiful.

"What do you need help with?" I ask, hoping I don't sound as strained as I am.

As if to make this even harder than it needs to be, Lilah spins around to show me her dress is unzipped. The zipper starts just below the dimples in her lower back, the dimples that I love seeing when I have her bent over in our nest. She pulls her curled hair over one of her shoulders, showing me even more of her back. I grit my teeth and close my eyes for a moment, telling myself we are going to make it until the end of this event before we maul our mate.

"Can you zip me up?" Lilah's voice cuts through the haze of my lust.

"Of course." I step toward her.

My fingers trace down her spine, and I watch in awe as goosebumps spread across her skin. She tilts her neck, showing off the bite I marked her skin with. I give her what she wants and press my lips to the scars. Even after a year of doing this at least once a day, it still has Lilah perfuming for me.

Instead of zipping up her dress, which would be the safe thing right now, I let one of my hands wrap around her front and pull her tight against me. She lets out a soft giggle as I nip at her shoulder, pushing the sleeve of her dress down until it's bare for me and my teeth.

"This is the opposite of zipping me up," Lilah says as she relaxes into me.

Her backside rubs side to side, making her aware of how much of an impact she's had on me. I smile as I move to drop the second sleeve of her dress down her other shoulder.

"Scott," Lilah moans and closes her eyes as I pull the neckline of her dress lower, baring her perfect breasts for me to palm. "We're going to be late."

Let's be late.

Yes, please.

Against mine and Fenrir's wishes, I do manage to pry myself off of my mate and force my hands into helping her to recover herself.

Lilah tries to stop a whine in her throat, but the sound is desperate and needy, just like my mate almost always is for me. I don't let it sway me, though. Even though, most of the time, I'm putty in her hands if she makes even a slight sound of protest to me stopping touching her.

Tonight, though? Tonight, I'm being a good mate and making sure she makes it to the event with her makeup and hair just as she did it. I'm not ravishing her until after the event. I can last a few hours.

Thirty minutes.

Two hours.

One, and I get to ravish her.

"Hey, how long do you think is an acceptable time to stay tonight?" I ask as I manage to grab the zipper without touching her bare back and pull it up.

Every fiber of my being is revolting at me covering her body when we were so close to having her bare for us. I manage to get her dress all the way zipped up without trying to undress her again, which is a feat in and of itself.

"They're announcing the clinic opening, so you probably need to stay to give a speech about that."

Lilah turns to look over her shoulder, her lashes fluttering, and this time, I know for certain she's trying to get under my skin. I blame Ian's influence. She's been flirting more and more with teasing me, and most of the time I just let Fenrir out to deal with her but we can't be having that at the banquet. Not only will it be the second year in a row that he makes a scene, but Sam might kill us since we're being honored for getting the free clinic open this year.

"Are you going to be a good omega tonight?" I growl and pull her back against me, forcing myself not to latch my teeth onto her neck even though it's where they want to be.

Lilah shimmies against me again, causing every ounce of willpower I have to crack under the pressure of her. "I don't think I want to be good tonight."

"Lilah," I say her name like a warning.

I love the way she bares her neck for me, her scent filling the air around us as her body prepares herself to take me. She moans, her head rolling against my shoulder as her eyes look for mine. Her pupils are dilated, and her breathing is getting heavy.

She's a horny little omega, but this is something else. I spin her around, lowering myself until we're face to face. Her eyes are glossy, her cheeks flushed deep pink, and it goes down her chest. I press my lips against her forehead and feel her heated skin against mine.

"Oh, sweet, little omega," I murmur softly, trying to keep control for a moment longer so I can text Sam and let him know we won't be there tonight.

"I need you, Scott." Lilah grabs my shirt in her hands, her forehead pressing against my chest. I hold her tight as I send a message behind her back. "It's so hot. I'm not supposed to go into heat for like two more weeks."

"Must not be your heat then," I say as I brush my hand down her hair.

She whines against me, not liking that I'm denying what she's going through. I like getting her desperate, though.

"Is my omega just a needy mate?" I tease her, loving the mewl in her throat as she tries to grind against me. Her dress is too constricting for much movement, thanks to how tightly it clings to her body. I don't make it easy on her, either. My hand is soft against her head, my other hand holding her waist tight to my body so she can't move very much. "What are you needy for, Lilah?"

"You." She fists her hands in my dress shirt.

She means me. Obviously.

She's only asked for me.

She. Means. Me.

I grab Lilah's chin and tilt her eyes up to mine, loving how wide they are, how pink her cheeks are, and just how absolutely ready to be fucked she looks.

"You look so pretty." I press my lips to hers, not wanting to mess up her makeup just yet.

I wrap an arm underneath her backside and lift her off the ground to take her back to our room. I'm not surprised the nest looks immaculate since she usually spends a little time each day fixing it.

Right now, though, it looks like she spent just as long fixing it up as she did on her makeup. I purr, wanting her to know I'm happy with it—happy with her.

I set her down in front of the full-length mirror that's propped against one of our walls. I spin Lilah around, one hand on her collarbone, as I make her look at the both of us.

"Look at how fucking beautiful you are." My purr grows as I speak. I let my free hand work on the zipper that took me so much willpower to zip. "Tell me." I nip her shoulder as I slip one sleeve off.

"Tell you what?" Lilah's eyes are unfocused, but she tries to find me in the mirror. She's trying so hard to keep her eyes on me and where I'm trailing my mouth on her body.

"Tell me how beautiful my mate is," I say, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at her reflection.

"Your mate is beautiful," Lilah says with a bit of uncertainty. She's still trying to watch me and not herself as I start to kiss down her spine. I drag the dress down her body as I do, taking care to shimmy it over her hips and ass.

"Keep going," I say as I bite down softly on her right ass cheek. I have her lift one foot and then the other, making sure not to get her heels caught in the fabric of her dress.

"I'm beautiful," she says, a bit more believable this time.

I smile against her thigh, using one hand to press against her shoulder blades to make her bend for me. Her hands land on the mirror, and her face is closer to its reflection.

"My mate is a fucking goddess," I murmur against her skin, shooting her a growl of command when she doesn't immediately repeat the words.

"I'm a goddess," she stammers over the words as I spread her legs and then grab handfuls of her ass to spread her even more for me. "Scott?"

I nip her thigh just hard enough to get her focus back on what she's supposed to be doing.

"I want to hear you compliment my mate while I make her come on my tongue."

I wait for her to perfume again for me as I lower myself between her spread legs and then press my face to her slick-covered core.

"Fuck," she moans as soon as my tongue is on her, but she's a good little omega, so she begins to do as she's told. "Your mate is beautiful, stunning."

She shivers as I lick over her clit in the way I know she loves. One of her hands reaches down, tangling in my hair to hold me close to her like I'd ever want to be anywhere else.

"I'm a goddess, fuck, the goddess you love."

I purr so loud I think she comes just from the vibrations from my chest. I'd be more upset since I wanted this to last a little longer, but that's okay. Fenrir's becoming hard to control, so I might as well let him out to finish seeing to our mate's heat needs.

" Yes, my goddess to love, " Fenrir snarls. He wraps an arm around Lilah's waist and lifts her in one fluid motion as he stands from between her legs. " My goddess to fuck. "

He throws her into the nest, barely giving her time to get herself into a position. She's good for him, though. Knows exactly what he wants. She's on her hands and knees, arching her back for him in an instant. Our lips split into a large smile, our purr neverending as he crawls in behind her.

" My goddess, " Fenrir snaps as he folds himself over Lilah, thrusting deep into her into her. " All mine. "