Leaning against the door frame, he nods as he watches me. I don’t feel as out of control anymore, something I can tell that he sees.
“What did you go do?” I ask. “I can’t remember.”
Harlan smirks, and I suppose my heat induced brain fog is a little funny.
“Aiden didn’t pick up when I called to tell him that we were leaving the bed and breakfast. Sloane did though, and he got chatty. I didn’t tell him why we’re here, I just said that the writing was on the wall to leave,” he explains. “Its so nice to shower in a bathroom not built for a hobbit.”
Silva snorts, making me chuckle.
“Tea isn’t used to boarding giant alphas, Harlan,” she says.
“Mmhmm. You look very relaxed,” he teases her. “It looks good on you.”
“I don’t want to move, but I also suddenly can’t stop thinking about your nest,” I admit.
“Then let’s go see it,” she says, getting up. Silva stills as my cock slowly slides out of her, and I smile even as I wince. I didn’t want to disconnect from her, which is why I didn’t bother to pull out earlier.
My cock is painfully hard still, though I don’t feel as if I’m going to die without sex. Dramatic? Maybe, but this is what it feels like, especially leading up to and during my heat.
Giving her an apologetic shrug as cum escapes from her pussy once my cock slips out of her, I get up and scoop her into my arms.
“You’re going to track cum everywhere otherwise,” I explain.
“This is a lot of um, fluids,” she giggles.
I nearly trip at the sound and glance at Harlan to make sure he heard it too. Inclining his head, he shows me I’m not hallucinating yet.
Yes, that’s a possibility for me. Being an omega is fucking awesome.
“It happens when I’m in preheat,” I say, blushing as I continue to the bathroom.
“Well, if your intention was to turn me into your own personal cream pie, you achieved it,” she grumbles as I set her feet down.
Feeling pretty proud of myself, we both clean up, and Harlan tosses me a pair of joggers. Bringing the material to my nose, I sigh happily as I see that it smells like amber and saffron, just like him. Somehow, it settles my nerves as I pull them on, and Silva wraps a robe around her body.
At my raised brow, she shrugs.
“Something tells me I won’t be needing clothes much today, Izzy,” she says.
Harlan stands at the entrance of the bathroom, his lips twitching in amusement as he says,“I’m going to go make foodfor us. Please, please eat, Izzy. I want to take advantage of the fact that you’re not puking your guts out.”
Making a face as my stomach growls, I shake my head. “Food sounds awful. I fully plan to coerce Silva into letting me eat her pussy. Can’t I survive on cum?”
Silva’s jaw drops as I pout while Harlan rolls his eyes.
“Can I convince you to withhold your orgasms from the bratty omega?” Harlan asks, looking harassed.
“Harlan,” I complain.
“I’m always open to negotiation,” Silva says instead, surprising me as she takes my hand and walks through the next door into her nest.
“Maybe we can try a little broth!” she calls over her shoulder.
My lips curve as I see how the roof slopes here so it doesn’t feel so big, and there’s a large mattress on a wood pallet, and the wall behind it is painted in soft watercolors. There’s one long window that has blackout curtains to shut the world out, and recessed lighting.
The bedding on the mattress is a mix of thick weaved blankets as well as a pretty duvet cover. As Silva pulls back the blankets, my jaw drops as I see that there’s a barrier around the edge to offer more of a nest like bed.
“This all has little slits so I can tuck shirts or hoodies into it,” she explains softly. “This room also has extra insulation so that my heat isn’t broadcast to the entire neighborhood.”
