Page 34 of Dream Mates
“Them. Usually it’s not this pungent.” Spencer immediately opened the kitchen windows, then started opening up all the doors to the outside.
A pan, a small bowl, and a fork sat in the sink. The fridge had basics–bacon, eggs, juice, some yogurt, and fruit. Nothing nearly as exciting as the lamb Spencer was going to rotisserie.
I put my stuff in my room upstairs. It was a tiny room, mostly bed, with everything built into the walls. The little bookshelves foldedintothe big picture window the bed nestled into. It was cozy and comfortable, but I didn’t plan on spending much time here.
No one had texted me back. But I could feel them. They were here…
A wave of lust hit me so hard that I fell backward on the bed. Desire burned inside me.Oh?
He was still in heat. For some reason I thought that he’d be done by now. I wasn’t sure if I was ready for all four of them. Though I wanted to see Evan and Wes so badly it hurt.
Spencer leaned in the doorway, looking casually handsome in a T-shirt and chinos. “You’re going up? Will you take a tray of water and snacks and put it in the sitting room for me, please?”
“Yeah, I’ll pop in and let them know I’m here.” I got up off the bed. So many nerves bumped around inside me. But I had to see them.
“Darling?” Spencer cupped my face with his hand. “One of your mates is still in heat, and you’ve been gone for days. There is nopopping in.” He pressed his forehead to mine. “You need them–and they need you. Go on. I’ll be fine.”
Spencer was right. Even if Evan wasn’t in heat, he would drag me into his room–and relish the thought of Wes breaking down the door to get to us.
“Don’t be nervous. You’ll feel so much better after being reunited with them. I’ll happily give you another back massage later–I also have a very nice bathtub here. I’ll feed you while you bathe.” Spencer held me to him, his leather scent curling around me, comforting me.
I held him for a moment. “I’d like that.”
We went downstairs and got the tray. I stopped in Evan’s room, which I loved with the big window and fireplace. I exchanged my dress for one of his shirts and took off the walking cast and wrist brace.
When I opened the door to Evan’s turret, all four of their scents, as well as desire and sex nearly knocked me over. Wes and Evan’s sheer lust and need washed over me–and the door to the actual nest wasn’t even open yet.
Setting the tray on the table of the turret’s little sitting room, I put a couple waters in the mini fridge which was empty except for a half-full bottle of sports drink. The garbage can overflowed with bottles and wrappers. A stack of folded sheets sat next to a basket of crumpled ones.
The door to the bathroom opened.
“Peaches. I was just about to go find you.” Jett stood there, completely naked. “I’m so fucking happy to see you.”
I’d seen Jett shirtless, buthot damn.Tattoos decorated his golden back. Brennan’s silvery bite mark sat at the juncture of his neck and shoulder. The gold hoop in the tip of his dick gleamed at me.
He had a dick piercing. I’d never seen one in the flesh. My breath hitched in my chest.
“They almost didn’t let me return. I… I didn’t know they were coming, and I can’t… I can’t quite remember,” I blurted, everything going a bit hazy.
Jett wrapped his arms around me so hard he lifted me off the ground. “It’s okay. There’s time for that. You brought food, thank goodness. We didn’t get enough, but usually by now we’re winding down, or done.”
He set me down, opened a bottle of water and downed it.
“How pissed is Bren?” Tears pricked my eyes. I hid something major from him, and he wasn’t going to be happy.
“Hey, don’t worry about that right now. He won’t be pissed. He’ll be glad you’re back. Though he’ll probably want to talk about it later. Because this is Bren.” Jett held me to his bare chest again, his amber scent comforting, though he also smelled of all of them.
“Only Evan’s been asking for me? Is Wes pissed at me, too? I didn’t mean to cause emotional damage.” The tears kept coming.
“Shhh. It’s okay, Babydoll. I didn’t tell anyone that you were coming, and they’ve been too… occupied to check their phones. I’m guessing Evan’s feeling you through the bond, which is why he’s been asking for you a lot.” His dark eyes met mine, his hair was down and in disarray.
Oh, that made sense. While I could feel both Evan and Wes through our bonds now, Evan’s and mine were more nuanced.
“Could they not feel me when I was gone? I couldn’t feel them,” I added.
He shook his head. “They couldn’t. Hey, this heat is turning out to be hardcore. You need to understand that if you walk into the nest, you are consenting to getting fucked long, hard, and everywhere. I can’t promise it will just be Wes and Evan. I’m usually not this deeply affected by their pheromones. If Evan whines to help him make a Grace sandwich, I can’t guaranteethat I won’t. He’s told me the fantasy of you being between the two of us and I find it hot as fuck.”
I gulped, the need to be with my mates growing, despite my apprehension. Jett’s amber scent smelled so good that it made me want to lick him.
