I follow Kade out of her nest; he is absolutely spent. Quinn in her heat is a voracious, cunning vixen who takes, and takes, and takes. She is over-the-top greedy, especially now. The midpoint of her heat was nothing but fucking, a blur of time, marked only by how often we were inside her. The way she cried in need, her body spasming in desperation, was harrowing, but at the same time, the way our bond somehow deepened was poignant.
Now as the peak of her heat subsides, we’re left with a brat who’s continually testing boundaries.
Kade falls into the tiny cubicle. I flick the shower on for him and get a weak thumbs-up.
The RV isn’t exactly accommodating for an Omega in heat, but it worked. As I open the fridge, the cool air kisses over my body, and the small light inside it spotlights all the marks she’s left behind. Not that I need the visual reminder; her touch echoes and our bond is pulsating with her life force.
From her nest, I can hear Aleksei talking to her in Russian over the slap of their bodies. The way he tends to her mirrors my devotion and Kade’s adoration. We might be the most unlikely of packmates, but fuck anyone who tries to interfere on our slice of heaven.
Putting a container of her favorite meal, I call Isabella. “You all can stop checking.”
“Not going to happen, Isabella.” I interrupt her griping about pushy Alphas. “So, you’ve got a favorite already, then?”
“What?”
“Kade. You didn’t mention him.”
“I was getting there. Trust me.” She holds the phone away, saying something to Nalla, but is back in moments, warmer this time. “We’re good here. Please stop worrying about me. Quinn…”
“Is not missing out on anything. She’s in a good place, Isabella. The first thing she’s going to ask, though, is if you and Marco are okay.”
“You can tell her she has a bossy pack and this bloody dog!” Isabella hangs up on me, but she makes sure I hear her laughing.
I quickly check for any other messages or missed calls. There’s nothing urgent, but the Trinity Alliance app shows a few alerts. When I open the app, the messages filter in. Ronin must have accidentally triggered his GPS long enough for his location to track. The filthy tirade that followed, full of threats and promises of violence, is slightly unnecessary, but it’s good to know that, if he’s in Turin, Italy, we’ve got thousands of miles between us. I’m not in the right mindset to be introducing him to our new equity partner-slash-member of our alliance.
V:
I trust you won’t voice any issues you have regarding my wife’s proposal, which by the way, has been accepted. Prostasia is ours. We will talk about the deplorable security measures at our meeting. Ronin said you would know what hotel to book for him in Genoa.
S:
Ronin can go fuck himself.
A date for said meeting might be helpful, Valentine.
I switch the app off. Honestly, until Quinn has finished her heat and feels ready to deal, the rest of the world can burn.
I put some food out for Kade before heading back into her nest.
KADE
Ice-cold lips around my cock wake me up.
“Quinny, what the hell?”
I sit up and pull the sheet back to find the biggest blue eyes blinking innocently at me. She holds my cock in her hand and licks it like a lollipop with her frosty tongue.
“I’m sorry to say, no matter how much I want you to suck me hard, I’m pretty sure we broke my dick.”
She laughs, looking guilty as sin as she crawls up from between my legs, a large beer stein full of ice and water in one of her hands.
“Jesus, where did they get that?” I ask, accepting the ridiculous mug and shuffling over for her to climb in next to me.
“The dollar shop. Did you read the inscription?"
“No. I was distracted by you. What does it say, Quinny?”
She wiggles up into my arms, her leg hooking over side before dropping her head on my arm. “Beauty is in the eye of the beerholder.”
