Page 90 of The Butcher

Burrowing deeper into my nest, I keep my eyes closed a little longer, secretly breathing in Nash’s scent as I stir. “How long have I been asleep?”

“Probably not long enough.”

I open one eye and peer up at him over a wad of fleece. “You smell really good.”

“Okay…”

“You always smell good but it’s stronger in here.” I can’t help but smile at his tone.

It’s cute how unsure he is at times.

Small spaces, big alpha, lots of sweat and pheromones.

I’m sure that’s what he’s thinking, based on other conversations we’ve had. He doesn’t seem to be able to wrap his head around how much I love his scent even though he’s not my match. He’s mine, though, and that’s why I want to bathe in his calm and soothing scent as much as Clay’s sweet one, or Bram’s spicy one. That big idiot might be my match, but all three of them are my favorite, and they’re vital to me.

“Thank you?”

“You’re welcome.” I giggle a little as I wiggle around. “Thank you for staying with me.”

His cheeks go pink as he nods. “Do you need anything? Food, something to drink maybe?”

“No, I’m pretty content actually.”

“Good,” he says with a smile too pretty to be on a big scary alpha. “I’ll have to work on thatprettypart, though.”

My blush must match his as I ask, “Why?”

“Should beperfectlycontent. I’ll take pretty as a win for now, all considering, but I’d really like to see you perfectly content for a long fucking time.”

“Oh.” I hold eye contact, searching those grass green orbs for any hesitance, any indication that he might be unsure about how much he means that, but there’s nothing other than sincerity looking back at me. Which, of course is the exact second my body decides now is the perfect time to let him know what that does to me.

My eyes go wide and my body tenses as I perfume, my scent easily filling the small space in a matter of seconds.

Oh my god. This is so embarrassing, the way I seemingly have no control over that.

With a grunt, his head falls back against the wall, his eyes sliding shut as he breathes deeply. “Indy, what?—“

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, quickly sitting up. “I didn’t mean, I don’t know why, I just, that keeps happening and?—“

“Don’t apologize.” Nash’s voice is strained and I can see him bite his lip. “Really, sweetheart. It’s normal in these kinds of situations.”

I clear my throat. Normal or not, I’m starting to feel a little out of control with how frequently that happens around these men. “It’s just, I’ve never, I’m not used to…”

My words trail off and he lifts his head to look at me, but before Nash can ask the questions he obviously has, there’s a knock on the closet door.

“Are you decent in there?”

I roll my eyes as Nash does the same with a smile. “You can come in, Clay.”

“But are you decent?”

“Yes,” he grunts as the door opens.

Clayton smiles wide as he holds up a bag and nods toward the bedroom. “Good. Come out here so we can get indecent.”

My alpha’s head lolls to the side and he lets out a sigh as he looks at me. “You want to go out there with that idiot?”

Looking between them a few times, I nervously chew the inside of my cheek.

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