8. Mathew
8
Mathew
I stumble back as Vera’s pheromones hit me and Jorge catches me, keeping me on my feet, his grip careful but sure.
“You okay?” His voice is soft near my ear, his breath tickling the hairs in my neck, and I gasp, nearly overwhelmed by his pheromones.
“Yeah.” I breathe through my mouth, trying to keep a clear head. “I’m okay.”
I step forward, out of his arms, and stare down at the massive pink heart-shaped pillow covered in blankets and Caleb sitting next to it, one of his arms under the blankets.
We were so busy setting everything up in the nest that we hadn’t noticed that she moved the thing by herself.
How focused were we? How did we not notice it?
We really should have paid more attention to her needs!
“Where’s my shirt?” Jorge’s voice behind me is confused, and when I turn around, I see that the door to the bathroom is open and the laundry basket has been dumped all over the floor.
I laugh, glancing back to the covered pillow. “I suspect Vera stole it. Just like she stole our dirty shirts.”
Caleb nods, smiling. “She tends to do that. Sorry. It helps her through the early stages of her heat.”
He doesn’t look surprised that she did this, or worried that this means that we might not be taking good enough care of her. He looks… unusually calm. He was the one insisting that her nest needed to be finished as soon as possible, and it isn’t yet.
And now she’s gone into heat with an unfinished nest…
“It’s fine. I’m sure I’ve got an extra shirt here somewhere, or I can borrow one of Mathew’s.” Jorge walks over to my walk-in-dressing room and hunts around for one of the shirts he always leaves behind here.
Okay, maybe he doesn’t exactly leave them behind… More like, they miraculously go ‘missing’ when he’s getting ready to leave and he’ll need to wear something else.
And then I sleep with it until it has lost its scent.
It’s something we both know that I do but never talk about, because talking about it would mean talking about all the other things…
Which we don’t do, ever.
“How is she?” I kneel next to Caleb.
Vera’s scent is much stronger here, flowing from the gaps in the blanket around his arm. If it’s this strong here, I can’t imagine how heavy her pheromones are under there.
“Close, but I don’t think it’s hit her just yet.” He leans closer to me and sniffs my neck, humming, making me perfume and my skin flush.
Fuck, I’ve not perfumed like this in a long time and it takes me off guard.
Under the blankets, Vera moans and her hand appears next to Caleb’s arm, grabbing in my direction.
“She wants more of your scent.” He chuckles, pulling me closer, so I’m nearly sitting in his lap, his pheromones slowly surrounding me.
He’s trying to soothe me with his pheromones, trying to soothe us, and I realise he’s not as calm as he looks. He’s doing what he can to keep the situation under control.
I take Vera’s hand, and the next moment I’m almost hauled under the blankets as she pulls my hand as close to her as possible. She’s really warm, almost feverish, as she rubs her face all over my hand and arm, taking in my scent and leaving hers behind.
My pheromones spike again, at her actions, at the way her pheromones make me feel, at how much I like this. At how clearly she wants me…
It’s a heady feeling, knowing you’re this wanted by someone, and it messes with my head, making me emotional.
“Jorge.” Caleb’s voice is carefully restrained as his arm around me tenses. “Bring the rest of the new blankets and pillows into the nest. Then take everything off the bed and put that into the nest too. Don’t worry about making it nice, just do it.”
“Will do.” Jorge moves, but all my focus is now on Vera, who’s slowly pulling me into her pile, into her world.
I want more of her.
My breathing deepens and my skin flushes with warmth. I want her closer to me, so much closer.
Caleb tries to hold onto me for a few moments, but then lets me go as I slide under the blankets with Vera.
Her cocoon is so warm, but I don’t mind it at all as we’re skin to skin, her pheromones surrounding me, making mine spike higher than they’ve been in a decade.
She pulls me on top of her, her hands on my bare back, on my arms, anywhere she can touch my skin. Every time she moves her hands, the temperature difference between her heated skin and mine becomes smaller as my body warms up.
“You smell good.” Her voice is hoarse, quiet, next to my ear. “So good.”
“You too.” I kiss her shoulder. I can’t see anything under here, but I don’t need to see her, we can get by with only touch. “You smell good enough to eat.”
That makes her moan. “Please. I need to come. Please.” Her skin flushes hot and my mind clouds for a moment, unable to resist.
“Yes.” I swallow hard, burying my nose against her neck. “Yes.”
I slide my hand down her body, enjoying every soft curve, until my fingers are between her legs. She feels so fucking good.
A flash of heat shoots through me, taking me by surprise, and I still.
No.
This can’t be happening.
“Mathew?” Vera’s pheromones flood over me, desire and worry at the same time, and another wave of heat rolls through me.
Oh, no.
This can’t be happening to me. This doesn’t happen to me.
Suddenly, the warmth in Vera’s cocoon is too much and I try to get out, but there are too many blankets and I can’t find my way.
My mind clouds over, disbelieving what’s going on, and it’s hard to breathe.
“Mathew!” Vera’s voice is stronger now and it’s suddenly cooler as the blankets disappear.
“Mathew!” Caleb is at our side and his Alpha pheromones make me whine, making me perfume more, before I jerk away from his touch, fear flashing through me.
No!
This is bad.
This is not supposed to happen!
“No!” That’s Vera’s voice, loud, growling, as she pulls on me, dragging me along with her. Her honey scent the only thing making me feel safe right now.
She’ll keep me safe. She’ll protect me.
I stumble after her, not entirely sure where we’re going, until our surroundings darken without becoming stuffy again.
The nest. We’re in the nest.
I catch her, pulling her against me, burying my nose in her neck, trying to only smell her, block out all other scents.
“Vera? Mathew?” Jorge’s voice only faintly registers, before it’s drowned out by Vera’s growl.
“Out! Get out!” She keeps pulling me along, until we fall into a massive pile of blankets and pillows.
The cool sensation feels so good against my burning skin and I moan at the short relief. Until our mixed pheromones in the sheets register and I pull Vera as tightly against me as possible.
“Fuck. Fuck.” Vera’s hands move over me, her pheromones strong and overwhelming and I breathe them in as much as I can. Until mine spike in reply, making heat shoot through me and my mind balks.
No. No.
I can’t. “I can’t.” I can’t go into heat. I can’t do it.
“You can do it. I’m right here with you.” She kisses my cheek and I pull her on top of me, her body hot against mine.
“I can’t.” My voice breaks as I bury my face against her, trying to become one with her.
Flashes from the fear I felt the last time I went into heat start haunting me. Making me gasp out, making me cry out.
Going into heat means pain.
Going into heat is a bad thing.
I try to suppress my pheromones, but it’s no use. They keep flaring up, they keep getting stronger.
“I’m scared.”
“I’m right here with you. Nothing bad is going to happen.” She holds me tightly, her pheromones all around me. “You’re safe here. You’re safe.”
Another flash of heat and pheromones go through me and Vera releases her pheromones at the same time, mixing them, taking away the edge of fear.
“See? It’s okay. I’m right here.” She runs her fingers through my hair, petting me softly. “We’re doing this together. You can lean on me.”
I nod against her chest, wanting her so much, wanting to be with her so much, wanting to taste her, feel her. Wanting to bury inside her deep, fill her up.
As my hands move down her back, grabbing her ass, she lets out a low laugh. “You’re doing so well. Let it take you. We’re going to have so much fun together.”
The next wave of heat doesn’t scare me as much, way too enthralled by Vera’s scent and how her slick is creating a slippery spot on my stomach.
As she rubs against me, we both moan out and she sits up, looking at me with open desire in her gaze.
“Let’s get you naked.” She crawls back, keeping her body against mine as she takes my pants and boxer briefs off on the way down.
As soon as she releases my dick, I grab for it, pumping a few times, as I can’t take my eyes off her.
Fuck, she’s stunning.
Her skin is flushed deep and her boobs bounce with each hard breath she takes.
She keeps my gaze as she climbs back up, wrapping her hand around my dick, before she positions herself over me and takes me inside in one smooth motion.
We both moan out and I grab her hips, holding on tightly as I try not to come. Fucking hell…
Watching her take Caleb like this that first day we met, I nearly came, but being on the receiving end is a hundred times more intense.
“Fuuuck.”
She slowly rolls her hips, moving me in and out and I stop her, before I really come.
“It’s better to take the edge off first.” She slides one of her hands down, moving it over her clit and her insides squeeze around me tightly.
Fuck.
I grab her hips, lifting her slightly, as I start fucking up into her. Slamming into her as deep as I can with every thrust.
As we race towards an orgasm that we’ve been craving ever since this morning, the last of my anxiety leaves me, letting my pheromones release freely, together with Vera’s.
This is so fucking good.
As long as I’m with Vera, everything will be okay, everything will be good.
My orgasm is really damn close now, but Vera reaches it first, coming with a loud moan as her pussy tries to milk me dry. And my body is happy to comply.
I slam into her two, three times more and come too, filling her up, coming all inside her, as her pussy keeps squeezing around me.
Once our breathing slows down, I lower her into the nest and stare at her.
She’s so beautiful, especially with her adoring smile, just for me. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this loved, this whole, before.
“What is it?” Her smile brightens more, her gaze soft.
I love you. I want to say the words, but it might be too soon.
“You’re so fucking hot when you’re bouncing on my dick. I can’t wait for Caleb and Jorge to fill you up with their massive cocks.”
She chuckles as she pulls me into her arms. “And I can’t wait to watch them breed you, make you come as they spill their seed inside you.” Her voice is husky as her pheromones spike with hunger and need.
My answer is a deep moan as I bury my face in her luscious tits, my pheromones spiking too.
Oh, yes. I’m ready.
As long as I’ve got her at my side, I’ll be ready for anything.
Anything.