“We’re doing that to her ass, too,” Noah says on a sigh. “Whileshe’s in heat. And after Johan takes her virginity.”
I sprawl out beside them and lean in to kiss his shoulder and then Lark’s. “Her heat is probably going to start the moment she wakes up,” I say, sensing the shift in scents in the air.
“It’ll start when you mark her ass,” Laz murmurs, obviously aware of my intent despite me not actually vocalizing it. “But yes, it’ll be tonight.”
“Then we should probably cancel that meeting with Giovanni tomorrow,” I suggest.
He grunts. “Yeah, we’ll need to.”
“Are we going to tell him why?” Noah asks.
“We’ll tell her that his sister has gone into heat. But we’re not giving him any more details than that. We’ll let him think she’s locked up in a room and being tortured for a week.” He looks at me. “Seems like a fitting punishment?”
I nod. “Not sure Lark will like it, though.”
“Oh, she’s going to love her heat,” Noah inserts. “We’ll make sure of it.”
“I meant about her brother,” I growl at him. “She’s not going to like that we’re emotionally punishing him.”
“She had an opportunity to call him over the last two days and didn’t.” Laz looks at me, and I realize he’s asking me to confirm that statement even though he didn’t actually voice it as a question.
“I’ve been monitoring Giovanni’s communications, and I haven’t seen anything come through to him from her, so I think that’s accurate, yes.”
Although, I wasn’t spying on him to see if his sister would reach out to him. I was monitoring his chatter to ensure he wasn’t planning anything nefarious for tomorrow.
Laz nods, clearly pleased. “That suggests she agrees with the punishment.”
I stare at him, not sure I feel the same way. “Or she thought she wasn’t allowed to call him.”
He considers that for a moment, then shakes his head. “I never said she couldn’t. And she’s too clever not to try. There’s a reason she held back, and I think it’s because she knew it would undermine my punishment. Which means she respected the pack’s desires and our intentions.”
“Mm-hmm,” she hums sleepily. “Good intentions.”
Noah chuckles. “Someone’s drunk on our knots.”
“Very. Yep. Good. ’Kay.” Her incoherent babble causes my lips to twitch.
She’s fucking adorable.
“Aurora,” Laz murmurs. “We’re going to cancel the meeting with your brother for tomorrow, as you’re clearly about to go into heat. Okay?”
Seems a little unfair to ask her that when she’s lost to her lustful state of mind. “Don’t want to see Gio like this,” she mutters. “Definitely not.Ugh.”
“So you want me to cancel the meeting?” Laz presses.
She releases a soft sound of agreement.
“I’m not going to insinuate that she’s in harm’s way,” I tell Laz. “I’ll just message to say she’s in estrus and we’ll reach out when she’s better.”
Laz looks at me.
“It was my life on the line,” I remind him before he can try to push his decisions on me. “This should be my choice, and I don’t want her brother punished this way. He’s already spent two days thinking we’re raping her. I’m not letting that continue.”
Lark winces, clearly not liking that word. “I’ve consented.”
“We know you have, pet,” Noah murmurs. “And youconsentedvery well, too.”
Of course he would turn that word into something dirty.
