"Yup," I add, still pouting my lips.
Eliano leans down and kisses my mouth softly.
"Just as it is in your kind’s nature to want to nest, it is in an alpha’s nature to want their partner to nest in a healthy, unrestrained way. It is an incredibly important process. It says a lot about the relationship itself."
I stay quiet at the lecture, my cheeks burning bright pink. He obviously knows more than me on the topic, which isunderstandable. Nesting is more related to the AO dynamic than anything else involving betas.
He smiles gently and leans slightly toward the nest, drawing in a breath.
"And you even saturated it with your scent."
"How would I even do that?" I mutter.
Eliano lifts my wrist and brings it to his nose, inhaling near the small wrist gland that is marked by his teeth. For some reason, that alone makes my breath catch in my lungs.
"I think your glands are already active," he says, eyes half closed as he breathes me in. When he opens them, his pupils are blown wide. "They help omegas saturate a nest, adding to its bonding effect."
I stay silent, feeling oddly warm.
"It’s a shame you couldn’t hear my heart, how fast it was beating when you started. It gave me immense joy. Thank you for letting me stay in the room."
I feel awkward and a little self-conscious, yet at the same time a strange, blissful pleasure blooms in me, hovering right on the edge of something sexual. I lower my head, suddenly shy, my gaze drifting to his collarbones as my fingers fidget with the fabric of his T-shirt, picking at it in a restless, flustered way.
"My little star missed you so much," I mumble, sounding sheepish now, cringing hard at my own words.
Eliano exhales, and his fingers slide from my back down to my ass, giving it a light squeeze.
"Every evening I opened it in my dreams. First with my tongue, and then with my cock."
His words hang in the air, sending a jolt straight through me. We're still standing by the bed, close enough to each other that I can feel the heat radiating off Eliano.
My heart starts racing. I tilt my head up to meet his eyes, and before I can overthink it, he leans in and kisses me.
It's soft at first, just lips brushing, but I kiss him back right away, hungry, all the weeks of tension finally breaking loose.
Our kisses deepen fast, tongues sliding together in a lazy rhythm. His hands slide up my sides, thumbs catching the hem of my T-shirt, while my fingers curl into the fabric over his chest. I press closer, my tight jeans rubbing against his thighs, the denim stretched taut over my growing hard-on. My fingers trace his shoulders, slide down to the small of his back, and tug him in until there’s no space left.
Eliano breaks the kiss just long enough to yank at my shirt, his eyes dropping to my hard nipples peeking through the fabric.
"So pretty," he murmurs, voice low and husky.
Then he peels my T-shirt off, lifting it over my head without putting any real distance between us. We both shove our jeans down in a hurry, impatient.
He pulls me toward the bed and eases me down onto the edge of the nest, careful not to mess up any of the cushions. We sink into it slowly, bodies lining up as he kisses me again, softer this time. His lips stay on mine like he's trying to savor the taste.
From there, his mouth starts to wander.
He kisses along my jaw, nipping just enough to sting, then drops lower to my collarbones. I arch a little, breath catching when his tongue flicks into the dip there. He moves to my shoulder, sucking gently, leaving a faint mark on my gland that buzzes pleasantly.
His lips brush down my arm, all the way to my wrist, where the small scent gland is throbbing under his fingers. He inhales deep, then grazes it with his teeth. Just a light scrape. Not breaking skin, but enough to make me shiver.
Little shocks ripple through me, one after the other. Pleasure flares right there and spreads fast. As he sucks at my wrist, I tremble, soft whimpers slipping out while my body reacts on autopilot, glands heating up, begging for more.
Eliano lifts his head, watching me with those intense golden eyes, then dips back down. This time to my chest. My nipples are already tight, swollen, way too sensitive. He circles one with his thumb first, teasing the edge of the areola, and I gasp as a spark of pleasure shoots straight down to my groin.
Then his mouth closes over it, warm, latching on gently.
He sucks slowly, tongue swirling around the tip, pulling long and steady. It's sweet torture, the delightful pressure winding tighter in my gut.
