“Here you go. You’ll be safe with them,” she assured Grace. “Have some snacks.” She put a handful of snacks on the conference table, along with a blanket.
“Thank you, Jira.” Grace ran right into my arms. “Jett.”
“I’ve got you, Babydoll.” I held her tight.
“If you need anything, just ask for me. I’ll remain here until you’re returned home.” Jira left, closing the door behind her.
“Hey, I have you,” I whispered to her as she whimpered. “You’re with Bren and me, and we have you.”
Brennan put the coffee on the table. “You’re okay. Do you want some food?”
Grace shook her head and went to him. “I had some already.”
Taking the last sandwich, I tore it in half and gave part of it to Brennan. I stuffed the other into my mouth.
“Are you sure?” Brennan asked, pulling her onto the couch.
“I’m fine.” She curled into his lap as he ate the rest of the sandwich.
No, she wasn’t fine. I could smell how out of sorts she was.
Grabbing the blanket, snacks, and coffee, I joined them on the couch. I put the blanket over her and set the coffee and snacks on the little end table.
She sniffed and settled into us, quickly falling asleep. We finished the snacks, coffee, and the rest of the waters from the fridge.
“Grace doesn’t smell good. I’m afraid she’s going to spiral.” Brennan stroked her hair.
A whine escaped her throat.
“What do you need, Babydoll?” I asked her. No, we didn’t need her spiraling.
“I want to go home and be knotted,” she whispered. Her scent had grown very sweet as she slept.
“You’re burning up, Little Butterfly,” Brennan said softly.
“Can we be all together? I want to be all together.” Her hand went down Brennan’s pants.
“We can make a big cuddle pile in the sunken living room if you just want to sleep,” I said. “If you want more than sleeping, I’m not sure, other than maybe going to the nest in the basement? That has an enormous bed.”
Brennan sucked in a breath. Yeah, she had her hand around his cock, didn’t she?
“I want to be fucked by everyone, a lot. Then I want crepes.” It looked like she was trying to get Brennan’s pants off.
“That sounds like a good plan. Do you need something now to feel better?” Grabbing the blanket, Brennan tried to put it between him and the couch.
Grace needed to be fucked. I could smell it.
I helped him get his pants off, her panties off, and put the blanket on the couch.
“There you go, let me fuck you so that you feel better,” Brennan told her, as he lowered her onto him. “When we go home, you can be fucked by anyone you want, as much as you’d like. Spencer will absolutely make crepes for breakfast.”
“Yes, please,” she moaned, as she moved up and down on him.
Sweetness continued to fill the room, almost cloying. Brennan’s eyes got a little glassy, his pheromones on full blast.
The door opened. Shit.
“Here is your brother. Oh, you’re just in time.” The vampire agent pushed Spencer in.
