7. Vera
7
Vera
“How are the four of us supposed to sleep in your bed?” I lean against Mathew as we’re sitting against the wall in our new nest room. “Someone’s going to roll off.”
He tightens his arms around me, letting out a soft laugh as he kisses my shoulder. “So, on top of ordering bedding for your nest, you also want me to order a bigger bed?”
“ Our nest.” I look up at him and he smiles back.
“Fine, our nest.” He looks away, his eyes uncertain for a moment.
I know that he doesn’t believe me when I call it ‘our’ nest, but he’ll play along with me for now and I’ll keep repeating it until he does believe me.
“Yes, you’re going to have to order a bigger bed too. Unless Jorge doesn’t mind being pushed to the floor from time to time. Because I’m pretty sure that Caleb won’t be the one rolling off at night.” I play with my fingers over Mathew’s arm.
That makes him laugh and he nuzzles my neck. “I have a feeling we might want something a little more… sturdy for our bed. This one works fine when the three of us are having fun on it, but with four people, things might get tricky.”
“True.” I think for a moment. “I guess we’re going to need a pack bed. And to fit one in, we’re probably going to have to redo your whole bedroom.”
Mathew’s pheromones spike slightly, surprise. “You think we’re a pack?” His voice is quiet, nervous.
“I’m pretty sure you already know the answer to that. No matter if you keep trying to push Jorge away, he’s not going anywhere and you don’t want him to either.”
Mathew nods against my back and I slowly turn around in his embrace, putting my hand to the side of his face and he meets my eyes, nervousness in his gaze. Then he smiles slightly. “He really likes your scent.”
“I know.” I grin. “That was very clear in the office. He got very turned on when he realised that he wasn’t just smelling your cologne but that I was in the room with him. And he smells really good too.”
Remembering the moment I first noticed Jorge’s cedar pheromones makes me perfume all over again. I couldn’t see him, but I was very aware he was on the other side of the desk, making me release my pheromones on instinct.
Even if Mathew hadn’t started perfuming the moment Derrick told us that Jorge was here, I would still have recognised him as a mate immediately. He smelled way too good not to be my mate.
Mathew chuckles quietly. “I agree, on both accounts.” He gives me a quick kiss. “Your scents mixing was a big turn on. And he smells really good.” He seems to relax slightly as he watches me carefully. “You’re amazing, you know that?”
My skin heats up and I quickly look away, feeling awkward.
“Most people wouldn’t so easily accept that they’re part of a pack when they’ve been pair bonded for years. That you do makes you very special.”
I grin. “I’ve got a good example. It’s not like I’ve never heard of this happening before, and I know that it can work out really well.”
He raises an eyebrow in question but I simply grin.
“I’ll tell you about it some other time. We’ve got more important things to do first.” I give him another quick kiss and get up, holding out my hand for him. “We’ve got a lot of shopping to do.”
He lets me pull him up and then looks me up and down, like he can see my pheromones around me. “Online, I hope?”
“Yes, online. I’m not going anywhere like this.” My pheromones are all over the place and it’s definitely not safe for me to go somewhere with a lot of other people’s pheromones right now.
The four of us are going to have to stabilise our pheromones before we go anywhere crowded, or things could get very tricky…
Especially since it’s not a good idea to kill random people just because they triggered angry pheromones from one of us…
Mathew’s standing on a chair, attaching the fairy lights to the ceiling, as Caleb and Jorge are fighting the large mattresses to get them through the door into the room. They’ve already taken down all the shelves and drawers from the walls and covered the floor with rugs that are even softer than the carpet in the bedroom.
This is going to be so amazing!
Though, we can’t paint the room or do any real modifications right now, since those won’t be finished before my heat starts, but we’re doing anything else we can.
Instead of painting, we’ve hung large pieces of fabric on the walls, which gives them a better colour, but also give a soft sensation to the room, which I like.
When Mathew told me that he could have ‘same day delivery’ from any place I wanted, I didn’t know what to think. But now I feel very silly because he sent out people from his organisation to pick me up massive pillows and soft things from warehouses all over the city. Just because I wanted them…
It still feels unreal that he would send out hit men to pick up a massive three hundred quid pink heart-shaped pillow, because I liked the look of it when we saw it online. In reality, the thing is much bigger than expected.
I stare at the pillow, which is leaning against the bed, all soft and cuddly. It’s ridiculously large, but also… It looks like a really good nest.
Quickly reaching down, I rub at the slick that’s sliding down my legs with the bottom of my dress, trying to get it to dry. Caleb, Jorge and Mathew’s pheromones are all over the bedroom, and they’re making me really hot.
I spot Jorge’s shirt on the bed and, without thinking, I grab it, digging my nose as deep into it as I can, taking in the mix of his sweat and cedar scent.
My insides clench as a wave of warmth rolls through me. He smells so good.
I swallow hard, glancing back at the nest room, but the guys are way too busy to notice what I’m doing. I sprint to the bathroom and go for the laundry basket, pulling it over and grabbing Caleb and Mathew’s sweaty shirts from this morning’s workout. Their pheromones on these are stronger than the shirts they just took off.
Then I go back to the heart-shaped pillow and stare at it.
It’s not good enough.
The thing is way too out in the open here, it’s not secluded enough.
I pull all the shirts on over my dress, starting with Mathew’s, then Jorge’s and finally Caleb’s. It’s too warm, but I don’t want to put them down.
As soon as I’ve got my hands free, I tug on the pillow. It’s heavy but I think I can manage.
Climbing onto the bed, behind the massive pink thing, I push at it, until it rolls over, and then I push it again, until it rolls over again. I keep pushing at it until it’s in the corner of the bedroom behind the door to the nest.
Better.
I take the blankets from the bed and jump into the middle of the massive pink pillow, letting it almost devour me as I pull the blanket over me. This way, all our pheromones will be trapped under the blanket.
Good enough, for now.
I rub my cheek against the pink fluff of the pillow, closing my eyes as I try to get as much softness against my skin as possible.
Hmm…
I pull all the shirts off again, then take off my dress and nudge it out from under the blanket, so it’s no longer between me and the fluffy.
Oh, I like that.
I crumple the shirts into three balls of fabric, putting them next to me and then nuzzle each of them.
So good!
Soft, warm, good scents.
The combination of their scents, the softness surrounding me and the cosy feeling under the blankets makes me perfume really hard. I’m way too warm, but I don’t care one bit, I only care that I want more, that I need more.
I slide my hands down my body, needing more sensations, needing more touch, needing more of everything.
Slipping one of my hands between my legs, I feel how wet I am with slick. Damn.
I rub my finger over my clit and moan out. I’m way too turned on. I’ve been horny all day and I’ve not come yet. I’m desperate to come by now.
I’ve not gone without an orgasm for this long in days, almost a week. Ever since Mathew took us in, I’ve not been without an orgasm at least once every few hours, either from Mathew or Caleb…
And now I’ve not had one in hours and hours and they all smell so good.
And their pheromones make it very clear that they really would like to fuck me, or each other.
But nobody has been fucking yet, and I’m tired of waiting.
I slip two fingers inside, trying to get at least some friction, but it’s not enough.
Maybe I should climb out and grab one of Mathew’s toys? That should help relieve some of these feelings while the guys are too busy with moving everything into the nest…
I stop, considering that for a few moments.
Do I want to get out of here, out of my comfy place, to find one of the toys, or should I stay in here?
Hmm…
Luckily, I don’t have to make the choice as the pillow jostles and Caleb’s deep husky voice reaches me. “We’re running out of time, aren’t we?”
I nod, though I’m sure he can’t see it. I reach from under the blanket, taking his hand and pulling it under with me. Then I rub my face all over his rough hand and hold it tightly against me.
It’s not enough, but it’s something, it’s more than I had before.
He lets out a low chuckle and his pheromones slip out, making me moan slightly as I scrape my teeth over the skin on the inside of his wrist, trying to make more of them come out.
“Let’s get some food into you, before you devour me and before we’re all way too obsessed to think about it.” He doesn’t lift the blanket and doesn’t try to move away, knowing that I’ll bite if he attempts it. At least, that’s what usually happens once my heat kicks in.
“Fucking hell.” Mathew’s voice is hoarse, little more than a moan.
A low keening sound escapes me.
I want them in here with me.
I need them in here with me.
All three of them.
All three of my mates.