Page 102 of Shattered Trinket

Me: Might wanna get ur arses home

Ghosty Ghost: Is she ok?

Spanish Daddy: Y? What’s wrong?

Dr. Sexy Pants: I have another patient in 5. Everything okay?

Crybaby: U fcker! I fkn knew it! I’m closing shop now!

I glance up from my phone, eyeing Cozy from my spot on the porch as she runs back and forth from inside the house to the nest, her arms loaded down. There’s a determined look on her flushed face and when she passes me by for a fourth time, her scent nearly knocks me off my feet. She’s muttering under her breath as she hauls another pile of dirty clothes in her arms while she runs back to the nest with her spoils, and I can’t help but grin like a maniac.

Cozy’s in heat. And this time, we’ll all be with her to help her through it.

Me: She’s just fine

Me: She’s nesting

Spanish Daddy: We’ll b there in 30

Dr. Sexy Pants: Shit. I can’t reschedule this appointment. I’ll be there as soon as I can.

Crybaby: Already in the truck. Omw!

Crybaby: And change my godsdamn name! Fuck, ur a pain in my ASS!

I grin, pocketing my phone before groaning when Cozy stops in front of me, her sweet sugar and tart lemon scent nearly overwhelming as it hits me full force. She fidgets in front of me, shifting foot to foot and nibbling on her bottom lip.

“Ye okay, Ducky?” I ask her softly, reaching out and gripping her hips to pick her up and sit her in my lap.

She falls into me, wrapping her arms around me and nuzzling her nose into my neck, inhaling deeply. Her body is uncomfortably warm against me, and I feel her tense against me for a moment before she relaxes again as a deep, resonating purr rumbles in my chest. I rub my cheek against her hair, closing my eyes as my cock hardens in my sweatpants. She whines, shifting in my lap, which has her rubbing against me. I have to take a deep breath, but when I do, I get a more concentrated hit of her scent that’s heightened with the threat of her heat.

“Can we go to the nest?” she asks with a whimper, shifting again.

I suck in a breath, and without a second thought, I get up. She holds onto me like a little koala as I head for the nest, kicking my shoes off at the door before climbing the stairs. My eyes widen when I get upstairs and see what she’s been busy doing, chuckling when I notice how much bigger she’s made her fort. It’s filled with her many blankets and pillows, but she’s added so many of our clothes that I’m wondering if we even have anything left inside.

She pats my chest when I step onto the foam floor and I set her down, watching her scramble over to the fort and climb in. With a sigh, she snuggles in and looks over at me with big, wide, blue eyes that are so beautiful it hurts.

“Come here,” she demands with a slight frown, making me grin, and I step forward.

Before I can climb in, she makes a noise in the back of her throat, eyeing my clothes, and I laugh. I strip down to just my boxers, looking at her with a raised brow, and she rolls her eyes, but nods me forward. I climb in, laying my body along the front of hers, and press our foreheads together, wincing at how hot herskin is against mine. She takes a deep breath, shuddering in my arms.

“Anythin’ ye dinnae want tae happen durin’ this, Ducky?”

“Just no… no anal,” she whispers shakily, her cheeks darkening in embarrassment, and I nod, kissing her forehead.

“An’ what about bites? If you ask?”

“I want them. I’m yours and you’re mine,” she answers resolutely, and I smile as my heart thumps erratically in my chest.

I can admit to being a jealous bastard when she walked downstairs over a month ago sporting a fresh bite and bond from Ridge, but it also made me feel relieved. Relieved that she wanted those bonds. Now, I’m desperate for that connection with her, to feel her in my soul.

Little whimpers escape her lips, followed by a pained expression as she wraps an arm around her waist. Her scent intensifies, carrying a hint of neediness that ignites an undeniable arousal within me as my alpha instincts urge me to take care of her. My brain becomes foggy, and I have to blink to clear it so I can keep my wits about me.

I roll her onto her back, feeling the warmth and softness of her body beneath me as I position myself between her thighs. Her arms wrap around my neck as she pulls me closer until I’m resting as much of my weight on her as I can without crushing her.

“I’ve got ye, baby,” I whisper, pressing my lips to hers.

I slide my tongue along the seam of her lips, feeling her squirm beneath me, the friction between us intensifying as she grinds against my boxer-clad erection, prompting a guttural groan to escape me. Sitting upright, I gently lift her up and slip off her t-shirt, tossing it to the side, and her copper curls cascade behind her like a vibrant, fiery halo as she falls back. Her bare breasts are tantalizingly exposed, beckoning me to taste her dusky, erectnipples until they become sharp peaks. When I pull her shorts off, I notice that the material in the center is drenched, and as I look back down at her, I understand why. She didn’t have any panties on beneath them.

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