Page 134 of Claimed By the Band

Jordan nods eagerly, and I lead her toward the final escalator. The fourth floor is my personal favorite. It's dedicated entirely to nest structure and design. Display models show different styles of nesting frames, and they haveeverything.Simple platforms, cave-like designs with sloping roofs, and elaborate canopy beds with built-in storage.

"Wow," Jordan breathes, taking in the options. "These are… incredible."

"And completely customizable," I tell her excitedly. "We can design exactly what we want for the new house."

We spend the next hour exploring different configurations, testing features and discussing possibilities. Jordan particularly likes a model with built-in charging stations and posts that can turn into a fully sealed box bed, upholstered with rich fabrics in every color and texture. It just isn’t big enough.

“Is there any way to get this in a bigger size?” I ask, turning to Erika as Jordan and the other alphas ooh and aah over the bed. “And how long would that take? We’ll need it soon.”

I can practically see the dollar signs in the beta's eyes as she calculates her commission. “Of course. And we can work with your schedule.”

"Perfect," I say with a grin, turning back to Jordan. "It will be ready just in time for our next heat when we move into the new house."

She gives me a smile that stops my heart, and nods. "Sounds great."

"I think we need these, too," Knox says, drawing my attention to a display of heavy faux fur throws in rich jewel tones. His woodsmoke scent wraps around me as he holds up a deep burgundy one. "For the couches when you two feel like a change of scenery."

I run my fingers over the soft material. "Perfect," I agree.

Jordan leans against my side, her scent growing sweeter by the minute. I can tell her heat is building faster now, probably triggered by all the nesting supplies surrounding us. Mine isn't far behind, since we're already starting to sync up.

"You okay?" I murmur against her hair as Knox adds the throws to our growing collection. We're collecting new supplies faster than Erika and her assistants can ferret them off to the register.

She nods, but I catch the slight tremor in her body. "Just... warm."

Silas appears at her other side. "I think we've got everything we need," he says smoothly to the attendants. "Time to get our omegas home."

"We should get food on the way," Dante suggests. I know we'll never starve during a heat with him and Knox around. "Fuel."

"Takeout," Silas says firmly, catching my eye. "Definitely takeout."

I nod gratefully, already feeling the familiar warmth building beneath my skin. Jordan presses closer, seeking comfort as her own heat builds.

"Almost everything will be delivered in the next hour," Erika tells us as we finish the paperwork. "And the custom pieces will be ready in time for your move."

"Perfect," Damon says, handling the final details while the others shepherd us toward the exit. The cool evening air hits us as we step outside, offering some relief. We really didn't do this a moment too soon.

Knox opens the car door and I help Jordan inside before climbing in after her. She immediately curls into my side, making these soft little sounds that go straight to my core. The alphas pile in around us.

"Chinese?" Damon suggests from the driver's seat as we pull away from the curb. "That place by the house does good delivery."

"Sounds good," I manage, though food is the last thing on my mind right now. Jordan shifts restlessly against me, her scent growing needier.

I slide my hand up her thigh, drawing soothing circles on her heated skin. She whimpers softly, pressing closer as my fingers drift higher under her skirt. Her panties are already damp where she's starting to slick.

"Shh," I murmur against her throat, finding her center with practiced ease. "It's okay. We're going to take care of you."

And touching her is spiking my own temperature and need. Especially with our scents mingling in the enclosed space.

She bites her lip to stay quiet as I work her higher, but I can feel her trembling against me. The others pretend not to notice what's happening in the backseat, but their scents grow heavier with arousal and I hear Dante's breath hitch from the front seat.

By the time we pull into our driveway, Jordan is practically vibrating with need. I'm not much better, my own heat ratcheting up by the minute. Silas scoops her up as soon as we're out of the SUV, while Damon supports me, and we barely make it through the front door before clothes start flying.

"Dinner's going to have to wait. Nesting room," Knox growls. "Now."

Despite our love for each other, Knox and I are usually the ones that butt heads the most. But tonight? We're in perfect agreement.

I can barely focus as we stumble toward the nesting room, my skin already burning with need. Jordan's scent fills my lungs with every breath as Knox guides us through the doorway. We might as well make use of our old nest one last time before the transformation.

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