“Do you? Because you keep claiming firsts.”
“I’ve literally claimedonefirst.”
“More than I have,” Noah mutters, a note of dejection entering his handsome features.
For someone so incredibly lethal, he certainly has a soft heart. Or maybe that tenderness is only reserved for me.
I kind of like that.
No. Iloveit. Which is equal parts terrifying and exciting.
I’m basically swooning over this powerful alpha who adores bloodshed.
Whatever.
If an insanity charge is in my future, I accept it.
“I’ve only had sex,” I tell Noah, wanting to do something to help him feel more secure in our dynamic. “Nothing else.”
“So no sucking cock and no anal,” he reiterates. “Only in the pussy and it wasn’t a knot.”
Pretty sure my face is currently on fire. But I nod.
Which earns me a look from Lazarus.
So, out loud, I confirm with a “Yes. That’s accurate.”
And I really want to go hide forever now.
“How do you feel about anal?” he asks, his tone matter of fact and exceptionally businesslike. I suspect he talks about stocks in a similar manner.
Er, well, maybe not.
Noah doesn’t seem like the investment kind of guy. Financial discussions are probably handled by Johan. Maybe Lazarus. But definitely Johan.
“Are you okay with the idea of taking a knot up the ass?” Noah presses, causing Johan to sigh beside me.
“You don’t have to answer that,” my fellow hacker murmurs.
“She does,” Noah argues. “Because I need to understand what I can and can’t do to her.”
“We haven’t even fucked her yet. Let’s not force her to talk about what she may or may not want until she’s ready.”
“So you want to wait until she’s in heat and just, what, guess?” Noah snorts. “I would much rather know what she likes and what she’s open to me doing to herbeforeshe’s an incoherent mess of need.” He looks at me. “And I mean that description in the most loving way possible, pet, because I can’t fucking wait until you’re wet and begging.”
Pretty sure I’m halfway there,I think, swallowing as my thighs squeeze together for the thousandth time since meeting these alphas.
“There are lots of things we would like to do to you,” Lazarus murmurs, his body directly across from mine. He appears to be relaxed in his dress shirt, but I can see the subtle flex in his jaw.I don’t know if the conversation is making him uncomfortable… or turning him on.
Perhaps both?
I certainly feel a mixture of discomfort and arousal. But the discomfort is being caused by the arousal. So…
I clear my throat. “I am open to experimenting,” I start, trying to answer Noah’s questions without repeating his phrases. “When my heat comes… I would just ask that I have what I need to stay hydrated and fed. And maybe… maybe some pillows for a nest.”
Noah’s expression brightens with excitement. “Yes, let’s talk about your nest. What items do you need? Any fabric preferences? Scents? Do you want any of our clothes?” He starts taking off his shirt. “I can give you this. Want me to come in it for you?”
And I’m gaping at him again.
