“Talk to you soon, babe,” Rowan says. “We’re already saved into your phone, by the way.”
I rub at my forehead. “Of course, you are.”
Ryland frowns at his brother. “You went into her phone?”
“As a courtesy.”
“We need to talk about boundaries.”
Rowan swings open the door, and Ryland turns to me. “Sorry about him,” he mutters.
I’m continuing to pretend to be normal, but the minute they leave, I’m going to turn into a hormonal Omega mess.
Maybe we’re all pretending at this point, because if Ryland doesn’t shut the door behind him, I’m going to drag him and his brother back and jump them.
But I truly want my first kiss to be with Travis.
Which has to constitute for some type of growth, right?
Less than a month ago, I was ready to not have anything to do with my scent matches.
Now, I’m ready to start nesting with the clothes they left on my couch.
The door shuts behind them, and I lock it in a hurry.
I don’t waste any time.
I grab both the sweatshirt and jacket and hold them to my nose, my mouth watering as my head swirls with their scents.
They’re my dream fragrances that make my body come alive and shiver with pleasure.
I run into my bedroom, throw the cat toys out of my bed, and fluff every pillow and blanket on the mattress, making it enticing and welcoming.
I toss the clothing that belongs to Ryland and Rowan on top of the blankets, strip out of my own clothes, and practically throw myself into my nest.
Goosebumps pimple across my body while I luxuriate in the blankets, the fabric caressing my skin deliciously.
Ryland and Rowan’s scents are everywhere on my bed as I drag Rowan’s sweatshirt across my body, my nipples pebbling from the sensation.
I let out a quiet moan as my cunt throbs, slick dripping onto my inner thighs.
Ryland’s jacket is next, and I lay it across the lower half of my naked body, shivering in delight.
Then, I burrow under the blankets, curl up into a ball on my side, and cuddle with the articles of clothing.
Instead of loneliness, hope blooms in my chest.
I clutch the jacket to me tightly, nuzzling into the fabric and rubbing Rowan’s soft sweatshirt on my mating gland.
So good.
My clit aches for attention, wildly sensitive from inhaling the pheromones of my scent matches.
It hasn’t been like this in forever.
Even with my old pack, it was never this intense.
My suppressants are up to date, and I’ve been taking my proper dosage. I haven’t missed a pill once.
