I don’t have to wait long.Rich coffee swarms my senses, and his touch is light as he traces his fingers up my arm.
“We don’t have to do anything, Noa, but damn, I need to kiss you, just once,” Silas whispers against my ear, placing a light kiss on my neck. I moan, the anticipation riling me up, and I can almost set the anxiety aside.
With my mind foggy with need, I can’t help the perfume I’m wafting into the room. Anyone within a ten-foot radius could tell where my body was headed.
“One more,” Silas whispers as he kisses a trail of kisses down my neck and back up again. His kisses are soft, his lips edging me on and on, and I haven’t even looked at the man yet. I lean my head against the door as his hands grip my waist and jerk my ass against him. Oh gosh.
He’s as hard as I’m wet.
“Can I?—”
“Yes.” I whine, knowing my mind is melting into a pile of mush with every touch he’s giving me. He chuckles, and I feel another set of hands on my body. These start low, around my ankle, and slowly, so slowly, float up my leg. White chocolate mixes with coffee and peach in the air, and I’m missing one scent, one person. I attempt to look back, but Silas’s hand shoots away from my waistband and keeps my head on the door.
Havoc plays with varying amounts of pressure but gets stronger as he reaches the hem of my skirt. Silas’sother hand is still on my waistband slowly, so darn slowly, unzipping my skirt.
“Yes, please yes,” I nearly collapse. Heat sears me from the inside out. This isn’t my heat. Not yet, but with them, I know I could blow into an early heat, and I’m not exactly mad about that, but wait…
I don’t have a nest.
I don’t… have my nest. I can’t go into heat. I can’t. My eyes shoot open, and the hands on me freeze.
“What’s wrong?” Thorne's voice is hard. I can hear him clearly as the fog that was my horny omega dissipates into dread.
“My heat is too close,” I say, leaning away from Silas and Havoc and fully leaning on the door. Gosh. I can’t. I can’t. They’ll hate me. I can’t look at them.
“We’ll wait then,” Silas says, pecking my shoulder and zipping my skirt up. “No temptation until you have your nest.”
I can’t help but be disappointed by his words. Something deep is making me want to glare at my alpha, but I resist because he’s doing thisfor me.
How dang confusing. My body isn’t making sense, another sign my heat is at my front door. Maybe my back door too.
I try to focus on my breathing, in and out, to cool myself down and try to put my incredibly horny self aside. I can’t ask them to stop, then turn around and try to seduce them.
The one freaking time I could enjoy myself, the one time I’m surrounded by three sexy men who I know will take care of me, and I can’t have them. It’s… It’s not fair. Nothing’s fair.
“No,” I say. I can do this. I can just use my bedroom here as my nest, and it’ll all be okay. It’ll be the best heat because I’m with them, and that’s all I need.
Turning around to face them, I see my alphas. Silas is right in front of me, his hands on my hips, but in a pushing-away, not pulling-in way, and it makes me more frustrated. “We can; it’s okay.”
“It obviously bothers you sweetheart, we can wait.”
“But no, it’ll be fine.” Logically, I know I’d be uncomfortable having my heat without my nest, but I want them so bad I try my darndest to brush that uncomfortable tick in my brain off. I grab the front of Silas’s shirt and try to yank him closer, trying to calm the burn on my skin, but he doesn’t move, no matter how hard I tug.
“No, Noa.” Silas’s voice stops me. My eyes snap to his molten brown one. Did he just alpha bark at me?
My knees itch to kneel, and I can’t tell if it’s my heat talking or the small part of me that is still traumatized by the Fallon Pack.
I’ve upset them.
“Come here,” Silas yanks me into his arms and kisses the top of my head, and my knees give out. Hecatches me, holding me tighter, and I sob into his shoulder. Sexually and mentally exhausted.
“I’m sorry,” I sob, and Havoc is wrapping his arms around me from behind and Thorne is resting his head on my right shoulder, and I cry. As I have been for the last three days.
All I do is cry, and I do not know how they still want me.
Silas kisses my tears, and I could almost smile, tears and all. Snuggling into Silas’s soft t-shirt. It’s so soft, oh my, I run my cheek on it and I just can’t stop.
“You can have it, Noa,” Silas chuckles against my cheek.
