Silva bounces on my back, trying to get my attention. I’m not at full strength, so I almost topple over instead.
“What?” I whine, getting annoyed. Except, it’s more with myself and my stupid brain.
Hopping down, Silva moves around me with her hands on her hips.
“Youwhat, not me,” she says. “What’s going on in your head?”
“It might not be an issue,” I lie. “If I get too far gone in my heat, you just might not be able to stay in the room.”
“Are you going to kick me out of my own nest?” she asks, rolling her eyes. “Fucking tell me!”
“What the hell, guys?” Harlan asks, standing at the door.
I’ve noticed that he’s been doing that a lot. Harlan is trying to give Silva space in her house to keep her from getting too twitchy. We’re all worried about her after last night, some more than others.
Syrus just went to work like it was any other day.
Wincing, I remind myself that was mean to even think. I think Syrus lives and breathes for Silva by this point. He still has to work though.
Rubbing my temples, I try to keep myself from fucking everything up.
“Izzy,” Harlan says softly.
“No,” I pout, refusing to look at him.
“Use your words,” Silva growls at me, pinching my inner arm.
“Ow,” I complain, though she only pinched hard enough to get me to focus on her.
“You heard her,” Harlan says, coming closer as he folds his arms over his impressive chest.
Focus, Isidro.Maldita sea!
“You can ask Harlan, but I go so long between heats that I can end up losing myself. I’m possessive, I want to bite and be bitten, and I don’t want to freak you out,” I sigh.
“Is this because of my nightmare?” Silva asks as I nod helplessly.
Climbing on top of the bed, she takes my face in her hands. Damn, being vertically challenged doesn’t hinder this omega at all.
“You are not Brad or Luke,” she says firmly. “I’m still not fond of alphas, but omegas have to stick together. If we find ourselves in a position where you want to bite me during your heat, do it. You know what, fuck it. Bite me now.”
I stare at her blankly as she holds her thumb out to me.
“That’s not how I saw this going,” Harlan grunts under his breath. “Do it, Izzy. You know you want to. Stop overthinking it. She’s yours just as much as she is ours.”
“Silva belongs to herself,” I say without thinking, taking her thumb and turning her hand so that the fleshy part between her fingers is facing me.
“Greedy,” she teases me before I bite down hard enough to break the skin.
Silva gasps as her body stiffens, and my eyes close as I moan. A tentative bond snaps into place, one that’ll grow as we get closer. Releasing her, I open my eyes to see her gazing at me in awe.
“Ready to steal our alphas’ clothes with me?” I tease her back, not waiting for her to tell me they’re not hers as I lift her body over my shoulder.
Now, to perform the sniff test to find the options.
“Check the laundry basket,” Harlan says. “Kyren went for a run after Syrus went to work.”
“Huh. I didn’t even notice that he got up,” I muse.
