Page 112 of Sunshine

Julian looked more tired than me, but he’d decided to rearrange his entire island, which was an extremely time-consuming process. “Let me move two more houses.”

I pouted. “That’s at least another hour.”

Julian looked at me, and I could tell he really wanted to keep going with the game. But even as he opened his mouth to reply, a jaw-cracking yawn escaped him. After that, he just mumbled, “Okay.”

“Nest?” Logan asked.

Julian shrugged. “Might as well. I don’t know if it’s going to be tomorrow. I feel normal, just tired.”

I looked over at Luca, and then Logan, and I knew we were all thinking the same thing.

Julian was definitely going into heat tomorrow. He was boiling hot, moody, lethargic, and his scent was overpowering.

We headed up to the nest, and I changed into my new nightgown from Twine and Egg, the soft texture like butter against my skin.

After we were all ready for bed, we crawled into the inner nest. Julian arranged a mountain of pillows and blankets around us, until I became a little alarmed that if they fell weight of them might crush me. But I found I liked the effect of being surrounded, as the darkness softly pressed around us.

Once he was satisfied with his arrangement, Julian pulled me towards him in the middle of the nest and plastered himself against my side. Logan curled up next to me and Luca took Julian’s other side. Their scents mingling together in the nest until I let out a breathy sigh of happiness.

Julian giggled. “Smells great in here, doesn’t.”

“It sure fucking does,” Logan growled.

“Yes.” I leaned my head against Julian. He was like a furnace, radiating heat, but for some reason I didn’t feel too hot.

Luca patted Julian’s shoulder. “You want to sleep?”

Or have sex was what was left unspoken.

Julian grumbled. “I’m tired.”

I kissed the top of his forehead. “Good, because I’m exhausted. Someone was a drill sergeant all afternoon about the baseboards.”

“You liked it.” Julian wriggled next to me, shifting his weight like he was trying to wear me like a second skin.

“I did.”

Exhaustion greyed the edges of my vision.

I slipped into sleep, the comforting weight of the pack around me.

When I woke up, I couldn’t tell what time it was, and the nest was pitch black. I’d flipped around while I was asleep, so that now I was facing Logan, with Julian snuggled up right behind me. Disoriented, I lifted my head to look for a window but of course there wasn’t one.

The scent of the nest was overwhelming. The sharp hit of rosemary from Logan, the warm cinnamon vanilla from Luca, and the overwhelming citrus of pineapple and coconuts. I sucked in another breathe, wanting to taste their scents on my tongue.

My slight movements partially roused Julian, and he made a little whimper from behind me, his arm curling tighter around my waist. He dragged me closer, arching against me, his mouth on my neck.

Concentrated desire raked across my skin, like a brand. My pussy pulsed, getting wet, and I stifled a whimper. Julian’s hands roamed down my sides, while his breath teased the sensitive area at the base of my neck.

He whined, and Logan stiffened next to me. Rosemary and vanilla grew stronger, and I could smell my own linen scent. I arched back against Julian, the walls of my pussy clenching around nothing.

I was desperate for him. I wanted him to saturate every fiber of my being.

Licking up the side of my neck, Julian stopped to nibble my ear. I gasped, arching further back into him. He shoved his hips against me, grinding his hard cock against my ass.

Heat fluttered through me at the agonizing sensation of having him so close to being inside me, when he felt so far away.

“I think it’s started,” Julian panted.

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