Page 100 of Retribution
No one can see her like this but her alphas.
I leave my phone in my room because I refuse to deal with any emergencies during my first heat with Isolde. The world could stop spinning on its revolving axis, and I don’t think I’d care.
Isolde opens her eyes as I pad down the stairs, and I take a deep breath of relief. Even though I could feel her chest rise and fall, I still don’t like that she passed out on me.
“Hi,” she whispers, yawning widely. “Are we going to my nest?”
“Hell yes we are,” I say smugly. “I’m headed over to your little house now.”
“You’re buttass naked,” she notices, frowning.
“Mmmhmm. The staff has been warned,” I confirm.
“Hmm. As long as no one else gets to see your cute butt except me,” she pouts.
“I hate to break it to you, but our pack is going to get an eyeful,” I tease her, reaching for the door as I shove my feet into a pair of boots next to it.
I didn’t put them there, which means Rita is avoiding us and still helping. Frostbite on my toes would be a real downer. Bless that woman.
“I guess I should mark my claim then, huh?” she asks, biting her lip as I walk outside.
Isolde is lucid and free of pain for now. We may as well have this conversation as I cross the back yard while naked as a jaybird. I can feel her nerves coming through the bond, and I smile because I love the way the little bubbles of emotion feel.
Isolde can be very closed off. It’s a nice change of pace to know that this makes her nervous.
“Darlin’, I would be honored if you decided to finish sealing our bond. I’ll go at your pace though,” I promise her.
“My pace is now,” she murmurs, grabbing my arm.
Cursing in my mind as I shift my hands so I won’t drop her, I watch as she chooses her spot to bite me.
“Here,” she says, deciding on my bicep. “No one will see it though.”
Her lips purse as she pouts, and I can see what she means. My suits mean that my skin is covered for the most part while I’m at work.
“But I will,” I remind her. “You and I are the only ones who matter when it comes to our bond. Our pack will pivot as bonds solidify. Do what you want.”
She nods just as I get to her new house, and leans down to bite hard. My dick thickens inside of her, making her groan.
“I told you,” I hiss. “You’re my little blue pill. My dick won’t be going soft for a long while if you’re in heat. Thank you for relieving me of my blue knot. My libido and I appreciate it.”
Isolde releases me as she grins.
“Good, because I’m going to need everything you can give me,” she says, her eyes slowly getting hazy. “I hurt again.”
And then, she proceeds to squeeze my knot with every muscle in her cunt as she clamps down. Time to take care of my girl. A job I’ll never get tired of.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Oliver
I’m sitting against a wall in Isolde’s nest as I wait for my omega, and it’s hard not to grin as Lucas bumps into the wall as he enters the loft. Isolde and he are making out while his knot is still inside of her, which is hindering his walking skills. It’s pretty funny.
Not to mention, the ceiling is pretty low. While it’s perfect for her nest, it isn’t good for the integrity of our skulls as taller alphas.
My amusement bleeds out as I get smacked in the face with their scents. Lucas’ cedar and orange scent somehow pairs really well with her candied green apple scent, and he’s sporting a bite mark on his bicep.
Good. About fucking time. I know it hasn’t been very long, but he’s been the one that’s bonded the easiest with her. Lucas is protective and patient, while we’re all keeping our distance by sheer self control.
