She bites her lip as I lift her up on the counter, spreading her legs wide as I fall to my own knees and start devouring her pussy. She tastes like lemon and like she’s mine.
I suck her clit in between my lips as I push three fingers inside of her, curling them in the position she likes.
Her one hand is gripping my hair roughly, while the other is braced on the counter for balance.
While I’m in between her legs, I realize how many heats we have before us, how she’s truly ours forever, and my cock hardens again. I can’t help but to stroke myself as I devour her.
Shiloh must notice, because with an amount of strength I didn’t know she had, she’s pulling me by my hair, tugging me away from her cunt.
She slides off the counter, and shoves my shoulder, planting me flat on my ass before she climbs on to my lap, sliding her wet cunt down my length, taking my knot in one go.
I guess this magnificent woman found a workaround to our no knotting in the shower rule after all.
Chapter 37
Cole
My hamstrings hurt,I might have pulled an ass muscle, and I’m almost positive I have no sperm left in my body, but I’ve never been happier.
It’s been nothing like her first heat, no uncertainty of what was allowed, no rushed chaos, no wondering what’s going to happen after the fact. It all felt so natural, so effortless, that I can’t believe that this is my life.
I have Shiloh cradled on my side, my arm going numb, but I don’t give a shit.
We’ve gone through countless waterproof blankets and sheets. I gotta admit, Shiloh was right about putting a washer and dryer on this level. It was a pain in the ass logistically, but it was necessary. Along with all the other small details in her nest, like the kitchenette that has all nonbreakable dishware, and safety silverware. The white noise machine has come in handy as well, when we wind up sleeping during the day and want to drown out any street noise.
She thought of everything and I only hope that she feels as satiated and happy with how her heat went as I am. Her skin doesn’t feel warm at all and I’m wondering if this moment is over.
I’m shocked to say that part of me wishes that we could live in this little bubble for a little while longer. The only thing that matters in this nest is that we’re together and that Shiloh’s happy and taken care of. It’s simple in her nest during her heat.
Once it’s over, we have to step back into the reality we left behind us.
I kiss the top of her head and she stirs. Her hand that was splayed across my chest now slides against my chest hair, but stops at my abdomen.
Yup, heats over.
Shiloh in heat would have gripped my cock in a heartbeat.
“How do you feel?” I ask softly.
Jonah is at the foot of the bed, lightly snoring, and Mack’s on his side with a pillow between his legs. We’re all tired, but happy at the same time.
She perches herself up on her elbow, her hand still on my body as she looks at me with sleepy doe eyes.
“I didn’t know it could feel this good. I’m tired, of course, and I don’t know what positions you all put me in with how sore my thighs are, but I feel satisfied,” she says, her eyes watery, though she doesn’t cry, and I know her well enough that happy tears are a real thing when it comes to Shiloh. “It doesn’t hurt. I don’t ache, I don’t feel like another heat is looming over my head like a dark cloud. I just feel happy.”
I pet down her hair and cup the back of her head as she leans down for a kiss.
“I’m glad it was everything you wanted, and you didn’t break anything this time.”
She lightly smacks my chest, and her stomach grumbles.
“Hungry?”
“Starving.”
“Let’s get you fed. We’ll let these two get some more sleep,” I say.
Shiloh grabs one of Jonah’s shirts and tosses it over her head. It’s so big on her, it’s basically a dress. I just head down in my underwear as I poke around the fridge. The very barren fridge that mostly has condiments and some things that definitely need to be tossed out.
