Her silence isn’t a natural one. It’s weighted.I don’t like it.
“Well…” she murmurs. “The last time I had a nest was when I lived at home.”
I swallow back my sudden anger. “How long ago was that?”
“About twelve years.”
A growl rumbles out, I don’t mean to, and when Revea tenses at the sound, it immediately cuts out.
“Sorry.” I nuzzle her hair, waiting until her body relaxes again.
“I mean, I had, like... makeshift ones?” She shifts to look back at me, but whatever expression I hold makes her turn back. “I have this cupboard at home that fits my mattress, and I’d pile cushions around it...”
I tense my jaw, trying hard not to make a sound.
“I told Kaiden I haven’t had a heat with a pack before…” She squirms in my lap. “I never said I was good at being an omega...”
That murmured sentence hurts.
“Revea.” I kiss the side of her throat, her jaw, her cheek. “I don’t care about your previous nests.” My lips brush her ear. “I only care about the nest now because I thoughtyou’dcare about it.”
I keep kissing her, even as she turns to face me.
“Forget the nest.” I kiss her nose. “If you don’t want it, we won’t use it. The beds are fine, or the floor.” I kiss her throat again, feeling her soft giggle. “The shower.” Her jaw. “The kitchen counter.” I hover her mouth. “This sofa.”
My fingers slip under her hoodie, tracing the curve of her ribs.
She gives me a small smile. “I never cared about a nest... but now?” Her gaze locks with mine, determined. “Now I do.”
She gives me a soft kiss, then turns and takes my phone back.
But now all I can think about is knotting her on this sofa.
It’s fine when she’s looking at furnishings, picking soft materials and pastel colours, asking for my advice, to which I always say yes, even when it’s not a yes or no question. She laughs anyway.
I even handle the clothing section, watching intently as she selects a mixture of comfortable clothes and lingerie. If she likes it, she can have it, but there’s not much point because I’ll make sure she’s naked the entire time.
But when she goes onto the accessories… my knot is at bursting point.
“What does that even do?” she asks, holding my phone closer to her face.
My hands are under the hoodie, slowly scooping up her breasts. Fuck, they’re even bigger. Heavier.
“It’s a knot ring. It vibrates,” I murmur, brushing my thumbs over her nipples. “Get it.”
Her breathing picks up, her scent strengthening.
“And this?” she rasps.
Now she’s just riling me. A collection of silver butt plugs lining the screen.
I’ve never taken an omega there, but when she mentioned it the other day, the thoughts of her riding a member of our pack while I ease into her tight hole—
“Get them.” One of my hands drops, seeking out her entrance, which is already bare, hot, anddripping.
I slip two fingers inside. She gasps but doesn’t resist.
“Open your legs,” I growl into her hair.
