And all those muscles tense again with those praising words.
We enter a room, his pace meaning I barely pick up Val’s scent before he opens another door, and there it is.
The nest.
I’m promptly thrown into it, bouncing once on the large, circular mattress.
Kaiden stands at the edge, staring down at me, so tall his head almost reaches the lowered ceiling.
I wet my lips, and his gaze tracks my tongue.
“I need your limits. Now,” he says.
“My... what?” I’m in a daze after his talk of ruts.
He crouches down onto his heels, and the urge to go to him is undeniable. I crawl over on my hands and knees.
He stares, swallowing. “Fucking hell, Revea.”
“Limits?” I remind him with a teasing smile.
“Things you don’t want during your heat. Anything you don’t like.”
I wet my lips. “I... I haven’t really experimented much, so I’m not sure...”
“We should have talked about this before…” His brows furrow with a worry I’m keen to erase.
“It’s okay, alpha.” I sit up on my knees. “If I don’t like something, I’ll bark.” I smile.
His pupils blow. “Shit, Revea.” He closes his eyes, shaking his head. “That... that’ll work.” He takes a deep breath, the tendons in his neck pulling taut. “Your scent is...fuck. You sure you’re not in heat?”
I shake my head softly, just as the air hums.
A door opens.
Then another.
Another.
Kaiden remains crouched, gaze flickering to each door as his packmates enter.
They prowl around the edge of the nest, spreading out, meaning everywhere I look there’s one of them.
Their gazes dark, intent. Hungry.
“Protocol?” Val never looks away from me, his voice lower than I’ve ever heard it.
“Bite guards stay in. No knotting until I say. Apart from that...” Kaiden’s lips stretch into a wicked smile as he ends his commands with, “She’s all yours.”
I’m dragged by my ankle into the middle of the nest, but before I can make a sound, there’s a tongue in my mouth, hands ripping my shirt, lips over every inch of bare skin.
The air hums loudly, practically buzzing as I’m slid down onto my back, legs parted, and a long, hot swipe of a tongue runs up my slit.
“Fuckinghell...” Luc groans between my thighs, tongue lapping at my soaking entrance.
I moan, but there’s a mouth silencing me. When a finger slips inside and I whine, they just kiss me harder.
There’s a mouth over my breasts, another finger on my clit, a hand around my throat as my thighs are pinned open by another.
