Chapter 42
Sylvan
“We need to prepare the nest.”
“Fucking hell, Sylvan,” Valentin grumbles, scowling at me over Revea’s naked shoulder.
I frown at his response. “Revea just took your knot with little resistance while taking me in her throat.” I glance at my watch. “Only an hour after taking Luciano’s knot.”
“It’s okay, Sylvan,” Revea murmurs, a little breathless. “It’s still… two weeks away.”
I sit against the headboard beside Valentin, staring at Revea’s flushed face.
“Maybe it’s… another heat spike...” she says, placing her cheek on Val’s shoulder to look at me.
I am not convinced.
Even now, with Valentin’s knot still inside her, his cum filling her, she doesn’t look fully sated.
Her fingers reach out to brush my jaw. “I’m fine, Sylvan. Don’t worry.”
“So you wouldn’t be ready to take my knot the second Valentin’s deflates?”
Revea’s gaze darkens, her fingers gripping my jaw firmly now. “Why? Are you offering, alpha?”
I’m immediately hard. Again. And from Valentin’s pained groan, he is too.
“Sylvan, I need you to stop talking,” he grits out.
I do. Maybe this isn’t the right time to discuss nest preparation. But the moment I noticed Revea’s scent had intensified, I started researching and gathering evidence.
All of which suggests her heat cycle may start earlier than expected.
Which means we need to be prepared. If her heat starts early, she’ll need a nest and a pack capable of supporting her. We need to prove that we can be that pack.
So that maybe, when her heat is over, she’ll choose to stay.
Revea pulls me closer and suddenly soothes all those thoughts with a slow kiss.
“What can I do to stop you worrying?” She’s smiling softly, and it’s so beautiful I need a second for my mind to work again.
“Pick things for the nest.” I stretch out for my phone on the bedside table, bringing it back to her.
“Right now?” she laughs softly.
Val mutters something in Spanish with a tight jaw.
“Maybe we can wait until—wait, what was that?” She grabs my wrist, her fingers wrapping over the bracelet she made me as she stares at my screen. “Is that a list… about me?”
“Yes. That’s how I know your heat is coming. All of these are precursors. Breasts heavier. More orgasms possible. Took a knot and suggested anal play—”
Her fingers are in my mouth. “Sylvan,” she pants, and Val is groaning again, his hips lifting.
“Stop...” She moans. “Stop reading them out, please.”
I grab her wrist, holding her fingers in my mouth, gently sucking as Val grinds up.
Her eyes close, I bite a little—she cries out, trembling.
Another orgasm.
Interesting.
She slumps over Val, and I add a quick note.
Sensitive to sexual discussions.
Reached climax on finger bite—needs further investigation.
“Has he... just typed something else?” Revea pants, eyes shut.
“Yeah.” Val chuckles. “Syl, give us a minute, yeah?”
I sigh but listen, sliding off the bed to find something for Revea to wear.
She’s been much more sensitive to our scents lately. Often choosing to wear our things. I love it. I want her in my things, covered in my scent, all the time. But I know I need to share. That’s what good packs do.
I find Kaiden’s hoodie from another day draped over his sofa. She likes big, comfy things, and I like seeing her in them.
When Val’s knot finally slips free from Revea, she heads to the bathroom with a promise she’ll be quick.
“You really think her heat is coming so early?” Val asks, tugging on a pair of joggers.
“Yes. She’d never had a heat spike before us. It’s been over a week of living together. Her body is reacting, preparing.”
He nods, pulling his phone out. “How long do you think?”
“A few days—”
His body tenses. “Days? Shit.”
I nod, sending him a link from my phone. “Go tell the guys and get them to select anything they think we’ll need from this website. I’ll get Revea to do the same.”
“You want me to send Kaiden up?”
I frown. “Why?”
“If she’s this close to heat, you know how easy it is to tip into a rut.” He smiles a little when he says that.
I pause, thinking. “I’ve never had a rut.” His smile drops. “Is that bad?”
“No, mate. It’s just…” He runs a hand over his stubble. “With the way we all feel about Revea and how she’s been these last few days…”
“Insatiable,” I add.
He chuckles, eyes glazing over a little. “Yeah, so if you feel yourself slipping…”
I arch a brow. “Slipping?”
He pulls on a t-shirt as he heads to the door. “You’ll know what I mean when it happens. Just make sure you call for Kaiden first, or else you’ll risk tipping us all.”
I slowly nod, processing his words. If I think I’m slipping, I call for Kaiden. “Okay.”
I know what a rut is. It’s when you can’t stop fucking. Literally. A biological urge takes over and you become more alpha than man.
But I’ve never felt like that. I have excellent restraint. But when it comes to Revea… I think I’d like to do that with her.
The second the bathroom door opens and a naked Revea steps out, I wonder if maybe I do need Kaiden.
My eyes go everywhere, and my alpha surges up, rumbling with pleasure at the sight of this gorgeous omega who’s staring at me with evident hunger.
I can’t help tilting my head to watch the sway of her hips, to admire the way her breasts move, her long legs…
My fingers curl against my knees as she stops between them. Close enough that I have to tilt my head back a little to meet her gaze.
I force my spine straight. Think back to my time in the military.
Discipline. Structure. Control.
“Alright, Sergeant Heat.” A smile stretches along her perfect, swollen lips. “What are your orders?”
Sergeant. Orders.
My jaw tightens. I close my eyes. Need to stop looking at her.
When I hear her little giggle, I immediately hold out Kaiden’s hoodie, hoping she’ll take it.
She sighs, then murmurs, “Thank you, alpha.”
She clearly isn’t sated. She’s trying to provoke me. And I want to be provoked. Badly.
But we need to get this done.
I open one eye at a time to find her still smiling down at me, still between my legs. But the hoodie is on, and she’s tying her hair up into something like Kaiden sometimes wears. Then she reaches for something on the side table and puts on…
Her glasses.
I am doomed.
Instantly sucked back to the first time I saw her like this. In baggy clothes, hair messy, those fucking glasses. I never even knew I liked women in glasses.
I guess I don’t. It’s just Revea.
And she knows. That smile slips into a smug smirk as she slides onto the sofa beside me, looping her arms around one of mine that’s completely tense and unmoving.
I should call for Kaiden. I—
Her bare legs flash in a tease of smooth skin as she places them over my lap, her shin brushing against my hard cock. I bite my tongue, staring at the phone in my hand, at the website.
Right. Nesting preparation.
I hold my phone out to her but don’t turn. I stay focused on the room in front of me, the wooden floor, anything but her.
“Go through, pick whatever you like,” I say through gritted teeth.
“Yes, sir.”
Fuck me.
She takes my phone, sinking back into the sofa, her legs nudging my knot.
I stay sat, like a statue, like a soldier at attention. I’ve done that for hours before. Stood in the cold and rain, waiting to be released.
Why does this feel harder?
“Wow, there’s…” She pauses. My eyes snap to her. “There’s a lot of choice.”
The hesitancy in her voice is all it takes to break me.
I grab her waist, pulling her onto my lap, then position my phone in front of us.
“I’ll help,” I murmur against her hair, kissing her cheek. “What do you normally have in your nest?”
Her silence isn’t a natural one. It’s weighted. I don’t like it.
“Well…” she murmurs. “The last time I had a nest was when I lived at home.”
I swallow back my sudden anger. “How long ago was that?”
“About twelve years.”
A growl rumbles out, I don’t mean to, and when Revea tenses at the sound, it immediately cuts out.
“Sorry.” I nuzzle her hair, waiting until her body relaxes again.
“I mean, I had, like... makeshift ones?” She shifts to look back at me, but whatever expression I hold makes her turn back. “I have this cupboard at home that fits my mattress, and I’d pile cushions around it...”
I tense my jaw, trying hard not to make a sound.
“I told Kaiden I haven’t had a heat with a pack before…” She squirms in my lap. “I never said I was good at being an omega...”
That murmured sentence hurts.
“Revea.” I kiss the side of her throat, her jaw, her cheek. “I don’t care about your previous nests.” My lips brush her ear. “I only care about the nest now because I thought you’d care about it.”
I keep kissing her, even as she turns to face me.
“Forget the nest.” I kiss her nose. “If you don’t want it, we won’t use it. The beds are fine, or the floor.” I kiss her throat again, feeling her soft giggle. “The shower.” Her jaw. “The kitchen counter.” I hover her mouth. “This sofa.”
My fingers slip under her hoodie, tracing the curve of her ribs.
She gives me a small smile. “I never cared about a nest... but now?” Her gaze locks with mine, determined. “Now I do.”
She gives me a soft kiss, then turns and takes my phone back.
But now all I can think about is knotting her on this sofa.
It’s fine when she’s looking at furnishings, picking soft materials and pastel colours, asking for my advice, to which I always say yes, even when it’s not a yes or no question. She laughs anyway.
I even handle the clothing section, watching intently as she selects a mixture of comfortable clothes and lingerie. If she likes it, she can have it, but there’s not much point because I’ll make sure she’s naked the entire time.
But when she goes onto the accessories… my knot is at bursting point.
“What does that even do?” she asks, holding my phone closer to her face.
My hands are under the hoodie, slowly scooping up her breasts. Fuck, they’re even bigger. Heavier.
“It’s a knot ring. It vibrates,” I murmur, brushing my thumbs over her nipples. “Get it.”
Her breathing picks up, her scent strengthening.