This won’t do at all.
“Third time watching me teach, what did you think?” I smile, placing a hand on Val’s sternum and sliding up. “Boring?”
Rather than answer, he unscrews the lid and holds it to my lips. “Drink,” he orders.
I arch a brow.
“Please.”
This feels familiar; the twitch of his lips tells me he knows it. But I tilt my head back without complaint, just enough for him to gently pour the cool liquid into my mouth.
Our eyes never drop as I swallow, his hand claiming my lower back, nudging me even closer.
I’m suddenly very thirsty.
“You were incredible,” he says then, voice soft, gaze intent as he takes the bottle back. “Couldn’t take my eyes off you.” Then his mouth claims my lips, his other hand in my hair, his hot tongue sweeping against mine.
We’ve barely started when he suddenly parts, leaving me breathless as the others crowd around me, handstouching and guiding, leading us through the loud crowds and out.
I’m still in a daze as the air hums violently. When we make it back onto the street and the noise of the convention dulls into something distant, I barely get two steps down the stone path before a hand closes around my waist, and I’m suddenly not walking anymore.
“Kaiden!” I squeak, hands rushing to his shoulders as onlookers stare. “Kaiden,” I whisper sharply, “put me down! We’re in public!”
“No,” he says simply, voice level even if the air spikes. I gawk at his audacity, hands clawing into fists, until he adds, “We’re staking our claim.”
Confirming rumbles erupt.
Hung over Kaiden’s back, I look up to see my alphas following closely behind, their gazes locked on me, eyes a dark contrast against the blood-orange sky.
“Isn’t that what you wanted?” Kaiden murmurs, his large hand gripping my thigh, fingers digging into the delicate skin. Bruising it. “We’re just doing what you asked, omega.”
During the short journey, no one else speaks, and the silence intensifies everything.
Their gazes, Kaiden’s touches, their addictive scents. I try a few times to get down from Kaiden’s shoulder—half-heartedly—mainly because he squeezes my ass whenever I do, which deepens my scent and makes his chest rumble against my thighs.
By the time we reach the manor, I’ve managed to work myself up wonderfully.
I hardly notice the building as we step inside. With my eyes on the ground, all I see are plush carpets and stairs. Most of the lights are off, a few background lamps providing a soft orange glow.
Then we enter a new room, Kaiden’s hands move to my waist, and I’m thrown.
I try to stop the scream, but it’s already out as I land on something soft.
I gasp, annoyed, frustrated, and so turned on my thighs squeeze together for some relief as my fingers curl into something… soft.
I pause, gazing around the dimly lit room.
Everything inside me softens as I stare, spellbound.
“A nest?” I whisper.
It’s larger than the one at home, the ceiling’s higher, but draped with thick, crimson velvet. The walls are entirely glass, revealing plush fields of French countryside coated by dusk.
“Now you have two,” Sylvan says.
I haven’t heard his voice for hours, and his normally level tone is coated in a gravel I want to feel against my skin.
“It’smine?” My heart races.
