“Lark, you know I can’t.” Silas voice is strained but his whiskey scent spikes.
Yep, he’s totally cockblocking himself. I make a mental note to send him some research about the negative effects when alphas deny their natural urges to knot their mate. The studies are slim and the conclusions are questionable, but if it gets Silas out of his own way, I’ll cite it with confidence.
“Come to the nest, Silas. Our girl wants you there. Don’t you, beautiful?” She nods against Silas’ chest.
“Please,” she murmurs. “I’ll be good, Daddy. I promise.”
I can see the exact moment Silas gives in.
“Just tonight,” he kisses her, then helps her sit back up so her arms can latch around my shoulders again.
I hide my smile along the side of Lark’s neck.
I carry my girl into the house and up the stairs. Every step causes her ass to bounce against my hard cock. It’s sweet torture.
When we enter the nest, Lark slides down my body and runs her hand along the wall until she finds the switch. Hundreds of tiny twinkle lights come to life. The entire room glows like we’ve stepped into the night sky.
Silas pauses at the threshold, then steps inside slowly. He takes it all in. The lights, the pillows. And something in his expression goes very quiet. Then he steps inside.
“It’s beautiful, little bird. The colors you chose are perfect.”
She prowls closer to him, a cat with her prey, then takes his hand and pulls him further into the nest. She’s not going to let him escape.
“Come in. I need to show Graham his surprise.”
“Did you get a new outfit for me, beautiful?”
“You’ll see.” She grabs my hand, too, and tugs Silas and me toward the bed. Then she plants both hands on our chests and shoves. She’s not big enough to move me unless I allow it, but why would I resist her?
I fall onto the mattress exactly like she wanted me to. Silas does the same. And then I see it. The ceiling above the nest is covered by one massive circular mirror. The edges have been trimmed so that they match the room’s crown molding. It blends perfectly with the rest of the room. Like it was always supposed to be a part of it.
“Oh, shit. Is this your thing, Graham?” There’s no censure in Silas’ words.
I shrug. “I like watching my girl ride me.”
Lark crawls over me, tugging my opened shirt from my pants. “And I like to watch when you knot me. I’m going to watch when you bite me, too.”
“Do you want that, beautiful?” I ask quietly. “My bite?”
Her golden eyes lock on mine. “More than anything.” My cock kicks. My heart does, too.
She turns to Silas. “You too, mountain man. I want both of your marks. Right here.” She drags her fingers across her neck.
“I can’t wait for your heat,” I gasp. “For when I can bond you and feel you with me all the time.”
She licks a line from my belt buckle up to the dip between my pecs, then moves her mouth to the left, sucking and nipping at my tattoos.
I never take my eyes from the mirror above us. Her blue dress is hugging the curves of her perfect body. I reach down and push it up over her lush hips. Purple thong panties leave most of her round ass on display in the mirror.
“I don’t want to talk about my heat,” she murmurs between kisses. “I hate it.”
She means it. She’s not being dramatic. I know exactly what her heats have cost her, and I think about it more than she knows.
“You haven’t had a heat with us.” Silas cups her perfect ass. “Your alphas will take care of you.”
She leans across me and kisses him. It’s sloppy and messy, and stupidly, unreasonably hot.
“I want my alphas to take care of me right now,” she groans against his mouth.
