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She nods and climbs off the bed to gather her things, including the blanket we gave her that has our scents on it.
It warms my heart that she needs us close to her.
On impulse, I ask, “Can I have something of yours?”
She grins and nods, indicating the drawers on the other side of the room.
With a wicked look, I shake my head and head into the small shower room and open the laundry basket. I root around and find a pair of worn knickers, twirling them around my finger and replacing the lid on the basket.
I return to her with a smirk. She gapes at me, her cheeks bright red, but she can do nothing when I stuff them into the pocket of my pants.
“Noooo!” she cries.
“Oh, yes, sweetheart. Mine now.”
“Ewww!”
“Mmmm.”
“Fuck.” She runs her hands through her hair. “You’re a pervert.”
“Only for you.”
“Elijah!”
“Sorry, but finders keepers. Are you ready to head upstairs?”
She growls, but it’s futile. I want her full scent. Nothing else comes close. “You’re a menace.”
“But you love me, so…” I shrug, unconcerned.
She shoots a fiery expression in my direction, but I smile sexily, and it melts her. I love that so much. She is my omega, and she responds to me beautifully.
“I do, for my sins,” she huffs, stalking past me, her arms filled with her things to take upstairs.
I grin and follow her, closing the door behind me and watching her arse wiggle slightly as she ascends the stairs ahead of me. I bite my lip and stifle my groan of frustration. She is going to wear me down before her heat; I just know it.
ChapterForty-Seven
Morgan
I puton a brave face as Elijah settles me in his room. I barely notice my surroundings. I’m too nervous. I’m not stupid. I know they have worked to make sure that at least one of them has been with me in the house since I moved in. It’s been about four weeks now.
I’m counting down the days til my heat. I have so much riding on this one. Pun not intended. It’s time to mate, it’s time to finally get Elijah in my nest again and hopefully, it will be time to finally get pregnant.
“Remember to ring if you need anything,” he says determinedly.
I nod, knowing there is no point in arguing with him. I have no intention of ringing him, even if the house is stormed by Cyrus Blackstock himself.
Although, if Blackstock ishere, then ringing them would be in everyone’s best interests, but my point is made in my head.
I will do this alone, regardless. I’m a grown-ass woman. I can be alone in my home without going into a meltdown.
Surely.
I lick my lips as my doubts rear their nasty head. My anxiety has taken a bit of a backseat these last few weeks. I’ve had no need for it. I’m constantly reassured by these four men. I’m taken care of. I’m shown affection. I’m listened to, even if I have nothing profound to say, what with being cooped up in the house all day, every day. They are so attentive, it makes my heart so full of joy, sometimes I think it might burst.
“Anything,” he growls, knowing that I’ve tuned out.
