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Chapter 38

Savannah

Iknow I shouldn’tbe snooping. But this is an emergency, okay? I need to restock my nest. All the things I’ve taken from them have started to lose their smells. And if I don’t have their scents, I’m going to go fucking crazy.

Rubbing up on them so they can scent mark me only leads to sex. And as much as I love sex with them, I can’t be on their dicks twenty-four-seven.

Or can I?

I could demand the clothes they’re wearing right off their bodies, but then it would look like they’re giving me a strip tease, my pussy would betray me and we would be back to being locked together. It just won't work.

I’ve resorted to sneaking into their rooms and stealing their stuff.

So far today, I’ve stolen Caleb's blanket, Jake’s pillow, and Lerory’s boxers. Were they used? Yes, don’t judge me. My men smell fucking fantastic.

Now, I just need something of Walker’s.

Soon, getting things from their rooms won't work. They hardly ever spend time there. I could take things from our bed, but then I’d have nothing for the bed.

“Damn it,” I mutter as I tip his hamper upside down. Nothing. Everything is washed and put away.

His bed is made, and the blankets smell clean. There’s hardly anything in here that gives away that the room belongs to him.

“Fuck,” I grumble, moving over to the dressers. If I can’t have clothes or blankets that smell like him, maybe there's something else.

Like a pair of sunglasses or something.

Searching through his drawers, I find nothing but clothes. But when I get to the bottom right one, I see that there’s something else in here. A long black box catches my eye, and I grin.

“What are you?” I murmur as I grab the box.

“Savannah!” Leroy shouts. My spine stiffens. “Where are all my damn underwear!”

Busted.

With the box in my hand, I abandon my mission and rush out of the room. Heading straight up to my nest, I don’t stop until I’m sitting cross-legged on the pile of blankets.

Anticipation burns through me as I wiggle in my spot, the box in my hand.

Relax, Savannah. You don’t even know what's inside it. You're getting excited for nothing.

“Fuck it.” Opening the box, I tilt my head to the side. “Huh.”

In the box is what looks to be a necklace. No, a choker? It’s a thin leather strap with a silver ring in the middle of it.

Running my fingers over it, I smile. It’s pretty and simple.

Grabbing my phone, I type up the description of the choker. It only takes me a few seconds to realize what it is.

It’s a collar.

He actually got me a collar.

A grin takes over my face as I look at the collar, then back at my phone. Burrowing into my nest, I get lost down the rabbit hole of BDSM and collars.

By the time I’m done, I know BDSM isn’t the life for me. I like some of the aspects, but overall it’s not for me. It would be fun to incorporate some things into our lives, though.

For starters, this collar.

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