She’s been working on this all morning, her growls going straight to my cock.
I’m hard, just like I’ve been for the last five days.
Reaper and Flame are aroused, too.
It doesn’t matter that we’ve basically fucked Alina around the clock for days; our little sex Goddess has put us in a constant state of arousal.
I’ve taken every hole, claimed her in the most intimate of ways, and still, I want to possess every inch of her all over again. Bite her sweet tits and redden those luscious nipples.
My crescent-like mark on her breast catches my gaze, making my lips curl.Mine.
Reaper seems to be staring at theRabove her mound as well, his expression rivaling my own.
Meanwhile, Flame is just gazing at her with hearts in his eyes. He and his inner beast are completely smitten.
Our mate certainly looks adorable right now, though, growling and arguing with blankets as she punches the bed. “Stay,” she snaps, causing me to bite my lip to keep from chuckling.
I know better than to upset a working Omega.
She’s trying to build a nest, one meant to house all of usandthe life growing inside her. There’s no heartbeat yet, just the flicker of a soul. I felt it this morning, just like Alina obviously had as well—hence her urgent need to perfect her safe haven.
Fortunately, we preemptively brought most of the items from our room in Monster City, thus providing her with the base for her nest.
She growls again, the sound erasing my humor and replacing it withneed.
I palm my shaft and give it a stroke. Once my Omega finishes her task, I can fuck her. Hopefullyinher nest.
She’s slowly coming out of her heat, her mind seeming focused on her other needs at present. But she’s not quite done with our rut.
Once she finishes that nest, she’s going to want to mark it with her circle’s scent.
And the best way to do that is to fuck inside of it.
Her eyes narrow as she looks at Flame, her nose twitching.
He remains utterly still as she prowls toward him and sniffs his chest. A little moan escapes her, the sound one of approval. “More,” she demands.
After a few trial-and-error moments, he now knowswhat that means. With a swift shuffle through the fabric at his feet, he pulls out one of his shirts and hands it to her.
“Thank you,” she says, kissing him on the cheek and crawling back across the bed.
Flame preens in response.
Meanwhile, Reaper narrows his gaze, clearly wanting to bethankedas well.
When Alina spins toward him, his glare melts into a hopeful expression. That expression morphs into pride when she scents him and issues the same command of “More.”
But he doesn’t hand her a shirt. Instead, he takes off the boxers he’s wearing—boxers he literally only put on for her, as I know he prefers to go commando—and hands them to her.
She inhales deeply, her pupils dilating, and gives him a kiss on the mouth. There are no words spoken this time, but the kiss appears to be more than enough gratitude for Reaper because he’s now beaming as well.
When Alina comes for me, I tilt my head and wait. She’s already taken all the garments I have to offer her. There’s only one item left I can give her, and that’s my cock.
Or, more specifically, my cum.
Because that’s what she said wants in her nest. A sensual marking of sorts to chase everyone else away.
My mates are intimidating,that scent will say.My mates are dangerous. My mates will do anything and everything in their power to protect me.