Page 46 of Packed Up In Vegas

I was so curious to know what she felt like through the bond. Maybe by the time her next heat rolled around, she would be ready to do that with me. Even if the first bond with Kai had been an accident, she would be used to it by then and maybe it wouldn’t feel so strange to consider.

“Would it be okay if I made my nest and had a nap?”

“You can do anything you want, precious. We’ll bring the boxes up.”

Kai stayed with her, while Miles, Amir, and I headed downstairs to bring up everything Callie needed.

“I should’ve gotten her something tangible,” Miles lamented as we swept down the stairs. “You two thought ahead.”

“We also ordered while you were driving. You were in charge of getting us safely there and back. The rest of us had time to worry about other things,” I pointed out. “Besides, there won’t be any shortage of time for you to get gifts for Callie.”

Miles chewed his lip as we gathered up the boxes. “I worry she won’t like me.”

“Give it time.”

Amir snorted. “Easy enough for you to say when you’re already one of her favorites.”

“She’s just more comfortable with me right now. You’ll get there. And maybe she would like you better if you would pull that stick out of your fucking ass.”

“I like my stick right where it is, thanks.”

I rolled my eyes and turned back to the stairs with the box of pillows. Callie and Kai were in the same position we’d left them in, but she perked up when we rejoined her. I unwrapped the pillows from their vacuum seal, letting them fluff back up. Amir handed her each of the numerous blankets in turn so she could make sure the texture was appropriate for her nest before he undid the packaging. She rejected four of them but kept the rest. At least I had mostly chosen correctly.

Watching her set up camp in my bed, arranging pillows and blankets, was like the fulfillment of a dream I hadn’t even known I’d had. She looked so happy as she tucked blankets this way and that until they met her satisfaction.

Callie frowned. “It’s still not quite right.” She climbed off the bed and stopped in front of me, curling her fingers in the waistband of my lounge pants, sending every nerve to attention. “I need these.”

Oh. She was full-throttle nesting then.

“I’m not wearing anything under them.”

Her cheeks flushed hot pink. “But I need them.”

“Okay, one second. Close your eyes if you don’t wanna see the full moon.” I pulled another pair of pants out of my dresser and traded them for the ones I was wearing, turning to see Callie still watching me, her lips softly parted and her pupils wide. I passed her the pants she had requested. “Anything else you need from me, precious?”

Callie bit her lip, her sweet candied apple scent in a thick cloud around her. “Get in the nest. Please,” she added.

“That’s my cue to leave,” Amir announced. “I’ll take Miles with me. Take your time.”

Callie pouted as Amir departed, but didn’t tell him to stay.

I followed her back into the nest where Kai was waiting. It was blatantly obvious that Callie wanted us, given the state of her scent and the extra sweetness of her slick tinting the air, but I could feel her heart pounding beneath my palm when I reached out, and saw the panic in her eyes.

“It’s all right, little dove,” Kai crooned. “Only as much as you want. I’ll be able to feel if you need to stop.”

Callie whimpered as she stretched out, reaching one hand to me and the other to Kai, drawing us close. I was determined to go at a pace that she was comfortable with. It didn’t matter that I had already had her every way possible, because that was under contract and during a heat. Now this was just her, asking for us despite her nerves. There was no fucking way I was going to make her regret that. I wanted her to stay forever, and maybe if we made her happy enough, she would.

Callie’s heart hammered beneath my lips, her anxiety and desire twisting through the bond. Diego was so gentle with her, tilting up her chin and kissing her until she was shivering head to toe, her worries melting away. I kept all of my movements slow to give her time to react and hit pause if she needed to. The collar of Diego’s shirt only went so far so I switched to the hem, lifting it up with a slow drag of my fingers over Callie’s stomach. Her muscles twitched beneath my fingers, the scent of slick growing stronger by the second.

She arched her back and cried out when I wrapped my lips around the pebbled tip of her breast. They were so sensitive, and she squirmed like I had my tongue on her clit rather than her nipple. I took my time there, relishing the taste of her and the way she writhed under me. I switched to the other breast, her whimper sneaking out against Diego’s lips.

He walked his fingers down her stomach and waited at the waistband of her panties until she bucked her hips. Diego glanced briefly at me, and I nodded, silent encouragement for him to give her exactly what she was wanting.

“Greedy little omega,” Diego mused as he kissed his way from her lips to her throat. “Do you like having two alphas to play with?”

“Y-yes.”

His hand sank deeper and Callie shifted, spreading her thighs to give him more space. I slipped my hand down to join his, working her clit while he fucked his fingers into her. I could have happily drowned in her scent; sweet candied apple mixed with our spices. She already smelled a little like me from the bond, but I liked being close enough to her that I could coat her skin with it.

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