Page 83 of Fourth Base with the Alpha
“We are all grown ups here, Isabella.” She turns to my grandma. “I don’t understand, do you?”
“It’s doing things by the backdoor, Mami.”
“The backdoor?” She frowns all confused.
Oh,Dios.
Then her eyes grow wide and realization dawns across her face, before she pushes her chair back and she begins collecting plates up.
“Bottom sex?” my grandma asks. My mom groans.
“Yes, Abuela.”
“You have done this with the large man, Isabella? Sheesh.” She grimaces, her eyes skimming up and down my body. Yeah, sheesh.
“I’m not discussing my sex life,” I say, placing my hands over my ears.
“Well, we’ll know all about it soon enough, when you go into heat and he’s here in your nest, Isabella,” my grandmother says in the most matter-of-fact manner, as if she’s discussing this week’s grocery list.
Ahhh my heat. I haven’t had one in months and months. Not since before Maria got sick. The doctors said it was the stress of the situation.
In other words, my body’s been too sad to get horny.
Although, all that’s changed in the last couple of weeks. I’ve certainly felt horny. And happy. So happy.
I wonder if my heats will come back now.
It’s the last thing I need. Locked up in my room, enduring the agony, fantasizing about my fake-boyfriend.
The man I’m falling in love with.
1 They make a beautiful couple
2 He’s so big, Isabella
3 Is all of him that big?
4 He has good taste. But we already knew that.
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Hunter
Monday morningI rock up at Kim’s office, with a bouquet of roses in my hands, my heart skipping all over the fucking place and my cock already half hard thinking about the omega perching behind her desk. If Kim’s late, I’m locking the door and bending Isabella over that desk.
My feet feel light as I walk past the confused receptionist and into the elevator. Unfortunately Kim greets me at the elevator doors.
She snatches the flowers from my hands and sniffs the flowers.
“For me?”
“No, for Isabella, as per our contract.”
“Ahhh yes the contract you clearly chose to disregard.”
I ignore her, snatching the flowers back and heading into the office.
“Hunter.” Isabella smiles widely at me and I want to scoop her into my arms and take her straight home to my bed. Instead, I offer her the flowers.
