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I’m unsure what that means, but Grant leaves and Oliver’s lips kiss my neck.
“Duty calls, Kitten. I don’t care if there’s only furniture in your nest, you’re going to have your heat there. It’s still early I think,” he says.
“You can tell?” I ask, twisting to face him.
“If you were in full heat, you’d be climbing me like a tree. Alesso, give me your pants for our omega’s nest.”
They’re all talking in their own little language as Alesso unhesitatingly pulls off his joggers. I’m waiting for his dick to pop out, but he’s actually wearing boxers. Thank goodness.
That would have been awkward.
I think Alesso may be able to read my facial expressions, because there’s an adorable twist in his lips as he kicks over his pants to Oliver.
“Take my sweatshirt,” Lucas says. He usually has morning video chat meetings, but he didn’t have any today. Therefore, he was lazing about with us until he had to dress the part of the CEO.
Grabbing the back of his sweatshirt, he pulls it off and gives it over to Oliver. It’s suddenly clear to me that Oliver is going to help Grant put together my nest.
My brain is not working properly today.
“Come with me, darlin’,” he says, smiling as he walks over to take my hand.
A stronger cramp hits my lower stomach, making me gasp as slick pushes its way out of my cunt. I’m clamping down on emptiness, and biology is reminding me that I need a knot.
How do I get my body to understand that’s fucking terrifying to me?
“It’s okay,” he murmurs, lifting me into his arms.
“Where am I going?” I ask, burying my face in his warm skin. He didn’t wear anything under his sweatshirt today.
“To attend a very important lesson,” he says, his legs taking me out of the kitchen. “Maybe a few of them. The first one is thatyou’re going to cream all over my face and beg for more. It won’t hurt, and it’ll help your cramps.”
“Yes, teacher,” I smirk before cursing at the next cramp.
“You’re going to be a brat in heat. I have a feeling,” he mutters, jogging up the stairs. “I can’t wait to see.”
In the next instant, he’s kissing me thoroughly, and I decide to see if he’s able to put his money where his mouth is.
“Do I get a bite if I’m good or if I’m very bad?” I ask, feeling brazen.
“Both,” he growls. “I’ve been yours since the second you kidnapped me. May as well make it official.”
He’s not wrong.
Chapter Twenty-One
Lucas
Isolde is greedily kissing me back as I kick the door to my bedroom closed. The last thing I need is for Rita to walk past while my omega is slicking all over my face until she comes.
That could make eye contact difficult later.
Placing her feet on the ground, my fingers tangle in the bottom of her shirt.
“Off,” I growl, beginning to lift it up.
Isolde raises her arms into the air as I strip her of her shirt, and then I push her back to sit on the bed as I drop to my knees for her.
“You look good there,” she says breathlessly, wincing as another cramp hits.
