Page 133 of Claimed By the Band

She laughs as I start grabbing one in each shade—purple for me, gray for her, green for Silas, brown for Knox, black for Dante, and red for Damon. Her scent blooms with excitement, and I can't resist leaning in to press my nose against her hair, breathing her in.

"Careful," she teases, but doesn't pull away. "We're going to get pheromones everywhere if you keep that up."

"Worth it," I murmur against her temple. "I'll buy out the whole store if I have to."

"You're ridiculous," she says fondly, turning in my arms to kiss me.

I melt into it, savoring the taste of her lips and the way her scent mingles with mine. My hands slide down to her waist, pulling her closer as she sighs against my mouth.

"We can't leave you two alone for a minute, can we?" Dante's amused voice breaks through our bubble.

I pull back to find our alphas watching us with varying degrees of hunger and affection. Knox is shaking his head, but I catch the way his nostrils flare at our combined scents.

"Nope," I say cheerfully, keeping my arms around Jordan. "But you love us anyway."

"That we do," Silas agrees, his eyes drifting to our collection of pillows. "I see you've been busy."

"Very," I confirm. "Wait until you see what's upstairs!"

Jordan laughs as I practically bounce toward the escalator, dragging her with me. The second floor is dedicated to comfort items, everything from weighted blankets to scent diffusers and those little fairy lights I love wrapping around the nest posts.

"We need these," I declare, already reaching for a set of copper wire lights. "They'll look perfect with the new purple blanket."

"And these?" Jordan asks hesitantly, touching a display of essential oil diffusers. "For between heats?"

"Definitely," I agree. “A lavender blend is perfect for post-heat nesting."

We spend another entire hour exploring the comfort floor, adding more items to our growing collection. Jordan gets moreconfident in her choices, picking things that call to her omega instincts rather than just following my lead.

"Look at this," she says excitedly, holding up a beautiful macrame hanging draped in blue feathers and purple beads. "It matches everything!"

“Perfect! We can hang it over the head of the nest.”

Her smile lights up her whole face, and I have to kiss her again. She tastes like joy and belonging, and I can't believe how lucky we are to have found her.

"Seriously, you two," Knox rumbles from behind us, but I can hear the smile in his voice. "Save something for the nest or we're gonna have to leave right now. You're torturing us."

I laugh, weaving my fingers through Jordan's. "You boys will be fine," I tease, enjoying the way their eyes track us hungrily everywhere we go. We'll make it worth the wait later.

The third floor turns out to be Jordan's favorite, it's all about scent and comfort. There are special sachets designed to hold and amplify alpha scents with a scrap of clothing for when they're away, aromatherapy blends specifically formulated for omegas, and the softest robes I've ever felt.

“This one feels like a literal cloud,” Jordan says, running her fingers over a plush robe in stormy gray.

"Try it on," I encourage, already pulling one in her size off the rack. The material feels sinfully soft as I help slip it over her shoulders, and I can't help but purr.

“Okay,” she says immediately. “I need this one.”

"Perfect for cuddling," I agree, already nuzzling into her. "We'll take six," I tell Erika, who's been quietly noting down our selections. "Might as well have buttery soft alphas in the nest, too.”

That earns a laugh from Jordan hard enough that she snorts a little, and I decide that's a better award than any of the golden ones collecting dust on our shelves.

"You arenotto be tasked with marketing slogans," Dante says with a wry grin. "Ever."

I roll my eyes, but I can't complain if our omega is amused.

We continue through the store and I make sure she gets everything she so much as glances at. Our pack bonds are positively humming. The alphas have been giving us space to explore, but I can feel their pleasure at seeing Jordan embrace her omega nature so fully.

“Shall we check out the top floor?" I ask, already knowing what's up there but wanting to see her reaction.

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