Page 108 of Talk About… Rivalry

“Nope, no holding back, we promised,” Taylor huffed, leaning over me so I had to look up at him. “Speak, woman.”

“I recently came across this concept of dopamine decor. It’s essentially going out and buying things that make you happy, no theme in mind. Then it becomes this cozy space that feels like home. I want to try that, but not just me.”

“You want all of us to get our own versions and mix them together?” Bennett guessed, a wide smile forming on his handsome face.

It was still strange to see him dressed down. His glasses were absent and his blond hair disheveled. He stood in gym shorts and a loose tee and I didn’t think he’d ever looked so handsome.

“Exactly,” I agreed. “A bit of all of us.”

“The amount of times I didn’t buy things because I was afraid it wouldn’t look good,” Taylor said, shaking his head. “This is honestly brilliant. It’ll be just as chaotically perfect as our pack.”

He flashed me his dimples before looking at Bennett and holding out his hand. Our alpha moved closer, depositing a pileof blankets on the bed and dipping low to brush a kiss across Taylor’s lips, then mine.

I hated that I was the reason things hadn’t felt cohesive and comfortable until now. But here in this room, after everything we’d gone through, I could feel myself relaxing with them.

They were safe and felt like home to me. Maybe that was why I was so hellbent on having a bit of us all in the house.

I needed to include them in every part of my life, a constant reminder that they weren’t going anywhere.

As if my body was reacting to that thought, another wave of heat hit, a low groan echoing out in the room as my mind fogged over. Their scents intensified and from their feral growls, so did mine.

The ache between my legs pulsed, the emptiness making me whimper.

“I need you,” I said, not focusing on one of them, but demanding relief all the same.

My omega reacted, breathing them in and sitting up, reaching for them… or rather, their clothes. I needed their scents in this nest.

“She’s fully in heat now,” Taylor murmured to the others, handing me new blankets that had fallen. I snatched them greedily, tucking them away before I turned to them, a low growl echoing out as I reached to Bennett who was closest and started to tug his clothes free.

“Everyone,” Taylor urged. “She needs all of our scents.”

He was like my own personal lighthouse in the fog, keeping me anchored and safe while I drifted out to sea.

Each piece of clothing that they handed over was tucked away into perfect little spots until their scent was so heavy in the air that I finally settled.

Though, with this heat, one thing settled and another started. A whimper fell from my lips as I ripped off my own looseclothing, tossing it away and laying myself out on the mattress, legs parted and hands trailing over my heated flesh.

Curses rang out as I begged them to take me.

“Make it stop, please,” I begged. “Maverick?”

“I’m here, sweetheart,” he said, moving closer and capturing my lips. “I’m sorry it took me so long to get here, that our first time is in heat, but I’ll spend the rest of our lives together making up for it.”

“Mine,” I growled, in full cavewoman mode now. My fingers trailed down miles of hard muscles until I reached the monster he was hiding all this time. My fingers barely fit around him.

He let out a low, needy groan as I squeezed him once before running my hand over him, pumping him and testing out the weight of him in my hand.

My heat had his knot already half-inflated and I wondered if he would even fit. Right now, I couldn’t care. He could rip me apart to have me, as long as it meant he gave me his knot.

Maverick treated me like I was fragile, his kisses gentle, his hands reverent as they slowly trailed over every inch of my skin.

Despite how much more I wanted, I couldn’t help but sink into the fog, relishing how fucking good it felt to have Maverick Whitaker’s hands, finally on me.

I reached for him, pulling him down and kissing him with every ounce of need in me. Maverick growled in response, nipping at my bottom lip before pulling away.

“You need more, sweetheart?”

“Yes, alpha,” I breathed out, eyelids fluttering as his hand trailed lower and lower until teasing over my slick pussy. “Give me your knot. Please, alpha.”

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