Page 71 of Lost
“Their instincts are warring over you,” he says. “At least, that’s what I think this is about.”
“I’m not sure I’m that complicated either,” I grumble, making a small sound of discomfort as Tyde’s knot softens and begins to slip out of me.
“I’m sorry,” he grimaces, his hips pulling back slightly as he holds onto the base of the condom once his knot is free. “Tell them what you want. You’re not a wilting flower, baby. You’vegone through too damn much to be and come out the other side and service. You’re a fucking survivor, Nova.”
Smiling over my shoulder at that, I push myself up, and his leg falls off my hip as he moves to get rid of the condom.
“I have to wash your sheets,” he muses as I stand.
“Don’t,” I pout, breathing in how good my nest smells with our combined scents. I try to ignore the fact that I can also smell Caleb and Lars faintly, but it’s difficult. “They’ve been changed since my heat. I don’t want to lose your scent.”
“I’m moving in with you,” he blurts out, grabbing my hand and tugging me toward him.
“What?” I ask, wideeyed.
“Just a few nights of sleeping with you, and I don’t want to give it up,” he confesses. “My schedule is fucked, but if I stay with you my commute won’t be as long.”
“I live in a tiny home,” I warn him, warming to the idea. I really like sleeping with him too. It doesn’t matter how fleeting it’s been.
“Don’t care,” he murmurs, cupping my cheek as he kisses me slowly and deeply. “Come shower with me. Maybe I’ll be able to convince you that shower sex is a good idea,”
Grinning against his lips, I have a feeling he may not have to try too hard.
LARS
I’ve been ignoring the sweet sounds of my scent match coming on another alpha’s cock for an obscene amount of time. Even though I came downstairs to escape it, I’d swear that I can still hear it.
“Our omega is a screamer,” Caleb grumbles, taking a sip of coffee.
“That she is,” I smirk, watching as she finally walks into the kitchen.
Her blonde and purple hair is up in space buns, and she’s wearing a long sleeved blue dress over a pair of leggings with boots.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you wear leggings,” I say, brow raising.
“I forgot to bring her bag from the van upstairs,” Tyde says breathlessly, walking behind Nova.
It’s really hard to keep from glaring at him. He looks sated and happy, something that often happens after sex. Not that I’ve known anything about that for way too long. Oral? Yes, but only during Nova’s heat.
Caleb and I have both been too busy to deal with the messiness of sex, it’s why we agreed to go to Hollis’ dating mixer.
“It’s also really cold today, so this’ll work,” Nova says with a small shrug.
“You look adorable,” I murmur. A small bit of pink heats her cheeks that has nothing to do with makeup, because she’s not wearing any. “Ready to go?”
“Are either of you going to tell me where we’re going?” she asks, putting her phone in the pocket of her dress. Damn, Tyde even bought her a functional outfit.
I can tell it’s not hers because she keeps rubbing her fingers over the fabric.
“You went to town buying things for her,” I tease Tyde.
“I didn’t know what she’d need,” he says with a shrug.
“I usually make my own clothes, but I really like this dress,” Nova says.
“Do you really?” Caleb asks. “Of course you do. That’s amazing.”
“It’s not difficult if you have a pattern or get used to using your sewing machine,” she says, shrugging. “If I can teach Kane, I can teach anyone.”
