Val grasps his shoulder. “You already left your mark anyway.”
We all stare down as Val carefully shifts Revea’s hair from her throat. There, a set of faint teeth marks fades into a pale red.
Four purrs burst out, filling the room.
Valentin
Revea slept for a few hours, late into the afternoon, and when she woke, she immediately tried to grab my cock.
Kaiden swooped her up in his arms, ignoring her disgruntled sounds as he took her straight to the ensuite.
It’s a brief separation, barely a few minutes, but my alpha is edgy.
She woke up and wanted me. Now, she isn’t here.
I find myself prowling outside the door, hearing her soft protests as Kaiden tries to ease her.
I know she needs the bathroom. Any idiot with a brain knows that. It’s a simple bodily function, and it’s especially important after being knotted. But my alpha? He finds it inexcusable.
Our omega is in peak heat, and she isn’t in her nest.
We need to drag her back, pin her down, rut—
The second that bathroom door slams open, her eyes lock onto the closest alpha.
Me.
She jumps on me, literally, legs locking around my waist, nose pushed against my throat, inhaling deeply.
Kaiden steps up behind. “That was a challenge,” he murmurs, sinking his face into the crook of her throat, scenting her with a deep inhale. “She kept trying to grabme.” Then he leans back, kissing the top of her head before raising his voice. “New rule. Whoever knots last takes Revea to the bathroom.”
“I’ll add it to the notes,” Sylvan says promptly.
My chest rumbles with a laugh. Revea’s face lifts up from my neck, and wide eyes meet mine.
“Hey, trouble.”
That ring of green shrinks, pupils eating it away.
I brush our noses, our lips. “You took Kaiden’s knot so well.” She keens at my praise, pushing her hips into me. “You want another?”
She purrs, sinking into me, her tongue licking my lower lip.
I growl. “Words, omega.”
“Yes, alpha.” Her voice is a soft tease of a rasp. Then she stretches up, lips brushing my ear. “Please knot me, alpha.”
I grip the back of her neck and drag her to me, tongue sweeping into her mouth when she tries to gasp.
“Stop hogging her,” Luc calls out.
Our kiss slows, both of us turning to find Luc at the back of the nest, arms stretched out behind him.
I smirk, whispering into Revea’s ear, “Show him who’s really in charge.”
Even almost black, her eyes glimmer.
I loosen my hold as she slides down my body and keeps sliding, until she’s on her hands and knees, and crawls into the nest.
