“Don’t look at me,” Johan says, clearly talking to Laz. “If Noah wants to marry her, he will. And I’ll be the best man.”
“No, you’ll be too busy marrying her as well,” I murmur. “Laz should be the priest, though. I’d enjoy that.”
“I’m not going to be the fucking priest.”
“Can you imagine him reading a sermon?” I go on, ignoring Laz’s comment. “It would be some shit about submitting. Then our pet would probably punch him.” I smile at the fantasy unfolding in my head. “Nah, she’dshoothim, I mean. Because I’d give her a gun.”
“She has one on her nightstand,” Laz says conversationally. “Maybe she’ll shoot you when she wakes up and realizes you’ve infiltrated her nest without permission.”
“This bed isn’t her nest yet,” I murmur, yawning again, my eyes still closed. “Which we should fix. She needs supplies. I’ll work on it after I get some sleep.”
Meanwhile, I start a mental list of things we’ll need.
The first item has me angling my head back so I can peek at Johan. “Don’t change your sheets yet. She might want those.”
He glares at me. “You’re going to change them for me.”
I nod. “Yeah, that’s fine. Then I can give them to her as a present.” Makes sense since I’m the one who did all the work to soil them. My lips curl as I return to my omega snuggle. “She’ll love it.”
“I really hope she shoots you,” Laz mutters.
“Likewise, boss.” Then I reach down to fix my boxers—or rather,Johan’sboxers—because my knot is throbbing again. “I’m totally going to fuck her in a pool of your blood, Laz. It’ll be so damn hot.”
He growls something I don’t hear, mostly because I’m no longer listening to him.
I’m too lost to the fantasy of a violent omega forcing him to his knees while pointing her gun at him. She wouldn’t fatally wound him. Just… something superficial. Like that scratch on my arm.
Fucking Bastian.
Such a cheap fucking shot.
I’m glad he’s dead.
His brother is probably next.
Depending on what I dig up on the hit on Johan, anyway.
That’s tomorrow’s task. Along with gathering nest items.
It’s going to be a busy day.
One that I hope ends with my knot inside of Aurora’s sweet, honeyed pussy.
Because yes, fucking please.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
LARK
Where am I?I wonder, lost in a sea of masculine intensity.
I heard them talking while I slept. None of it was coherent, just… deep murmurs and subtle growls.
They were arguing about something.
But I couldn’t focus long enough to understand what or why. And I was too exhausted to care.
Now, though, I’m alert and very aware of the hot chest at my back. As well as the firm pec I appear to be sleeping on.
