Her cheeks heat as she shakes her head with a sigh.
“I’ll fix the insulation of the house for you,” I chuckle. “This way, if I want to chase you through the house, no one can hear.”
“Hmm, promises, promises,” she murmurs. “I’ll hold you to that.”
Breathing deeply, I notice the goosebumps rising on her skin and the way the air smells of her scent.
“What other bells and whistles does your nest have?” I ask, voice husky.
“There’s a heater in this room to keep the air warm. I have two cabinets of toys, but this one here I use the most in my nest,” she explains, walking to the freestanding wooden wardrobe that’s painted in a deep navy color.
That’s another interesting thing about this room. The shades of lavender, navy, and cream are soothing, and so far I don’t want to change a thing. It’s gorgeous. It has a fun eclectic style, and my fingers run over the pillows with fringe.
“I also have cooling pillows, blankets, and I can change the firmness of the mattress with a touch of a button,” she says. “I like my comfort, even if it’s just for me.”
Grabbing her hand as she steps closer, I ignore everything else in the room to hug her tightly.
“Something tells me you’re not going to be alone anymore,” I murmur, dropping my head to kiss her.
Silva’s soft gasp is everything, and then she’s jumping up to climb my body. Grabbing her ass, I help her up until her legs are wrapped around my waist. My cock jerks in my sweatpants, but I ignore it as I devour her lips.
“There’s only one thing missing from your nest,” I say, nipping her bottom lip.
“What?” she asks breathlessly.
Feeling nervous, I swallow hard as heat crawls up my body. A cramp hits my lower belly and I gasp as I press my forehead against hers.
“Do you need Harlan, baby?” she coos. “He can come in here if you do.”
“God, you’re so fucking wonderful,” I whisper. “I just need you for now…and their scents. Will you please come with me to steal their clothes? Would it bother you to have their scents in here?”
“No. I think…the knuckleheads are starting to grow on me,” she admits.
Lifting her, I move her around my body until she’s on my back. Silva is a cute human backpack. Her lavender silk robe feels cool against my back, and her arms wrap loosely around my neck.
“They tend to do that,” I rasp. I’m falling really fast for this girl.
Padding out of the nest, and through the bathroom and bedroom, I step out into the hallway.
“Let’s go see if there’s anything good,” she teases me, as if we’re on a hunting expedition.
Grinning despite the pain in my stomach, I walk toward the room my alphas are sleeping in. Their scent is a beacon, pulling me toward it.
Going off my medication is always a fucking ride, one that comes with mostly lows until my heat overtakes everything else. I’ve been feeling off for weeks, and it feels as if a tidal wave is hovering above my head. Waiting to crash over me.
When it does, I might lose any ability to reason.
The thought makes me bump against the doorframe, and Silva wraps her body tighter around me.
“Izzy, you can put me down,” she says, despite the fact that she’s making it impossible.
“I just thought of something,” I say, standing stock still.
“Hmmm. Tell me?” she suggests. “Maybe we can work through it together.”
“You won’t like it,” I warn her, stepping into the room to begin hunting through my alphas’ things.
What was going to be fun and sneaky no longer feels that way.
