“We need to prepare the nest.”
“Fucking hell, Sylvan,” Valentin grumbles, scowling at me over Revea’s naked shoulder.
I frown at his response. “Revea just took your knot with little resistance while taking me in her throat.” I glance at my watch. “Only an hour after taking Luciano’s knot.”
“It’s okay, Sylvan,” Revea murmurs, a little breathless. “It’s still… two weeks away.”
I sit against the headboard beside Valentin, staring at Revea’s flushed face.
“Maybe it’s… another heat spike...” she says, placing her cheek on Val’s shoulder to look at me.
I am not convinced.
Even now, with Valentin’s knot still inside her, his cum filling her, she doesn’t look fully sated.
Her fingers reach out to brush my jaw. “I’m fine, Sylvan. Don’t worry.”
“So you wouldn’t be ready to take my knot the second Valentin’s deflates?”
Revea’s gaze darkens, her fingers gripping my jaw firmly now. “Why? Are you offering, alpha?”
I’m immediately hard. Again. And from Valentin’s pained groan, he is too.
“Sylvan, I need you to stop talking,” he grits out.
I do. Maybe this isn’t the right time to discuss nest preparation. But the moment I noticed Revea’s scent had intensified, I started researching and gathering evidence.
All of which suggests her heat cycle may start earlier than expected.
Which means we need to be prepared. If her heat starts early, she’ll need a nest and a pack capable of supporting her. We need to prove that we can be that pack.
So that maybe, when her heat is over, she’ll choose to stay.
Revea pulls me closer and suddenly soothes all those thoughts with a slow kiss.
“What can I do to stop you worrying?” She’s smiling softly, and it’s so beautiful I need a second for my mind to work again.
“Pick things for the nest.” I stretch out for my phone on the bedside table, bringing it back to her.
“Right now?” she laughs softly.
Val mutters something in Spanish with a tight jaw.
“Maybe we can wait until—wait, what was that?” She grabs my wrist, her fingers wrapping over the bracelet she made me as she stares at my screen. “Is that a list… aboutme?”
“Yes. That’s how I know your heat is coming. All of these are precursors. Breasts heavier. More orgasms possible. Took a knot and suggested anal play—”
Her fingers are in my mouth.“Sylvan,” she pants, and Val is groaning again, his hips lifting.
“Stop...” She moans. “Stop reading them out, please.”
I grab her wrist, holding her fingers in my mouth, gently sucking as Val grinds up.
Her eyes close, I bite a little—she cries out, trembling.
Another orgasm.
Interesting.
