Page 28 of Sinful Shifters

"I'll take the pull-out sofa in the living room," Lucian says, stretching his arms overhead and cracking his back. "That way I can have the windows to the balcony open without anyone complaining. Since you know I can't sleep without a little air flow."

Which leaves another, obvious choice hanging in the air.

"I can share with one of you," Rina says, her voice light and squeaky. "I mean, I can pick—not between you! But... maybe each night, I'll switch it up? That way it's fair."

Thale rumbles, "That's more than fair, Precious. I'm only sorry that the mansion is destroyed, and we don't have anywhere else for you to nest."

Nesting isn't a concept Rina seems to quite grasp yet, though I'm sure she'll get it soon enough. When an omega's in heat, their instinct to mate and have children takes over. They create a "nest," a small, safe, cozy place, often out of soft things like pillows, blankets, and sheets.

Most omegas like the scent of their alpha to be on and around them when they nest. No doubt for Caterina, that'll mean having all of us around.

She looks between me, Adar, Thale, and Lucian, her face burning. "Is it okay if I start with Everett for tonight?"

I hold in my glee, letting it pass through me. I can feel Thale's frustration. Lucian quips, "I guess that's what I get for picking the pull-out sofa," and lets it roll off him like water off a duck's back.

Adar barely reigns in his temper temper, though. Lifting his chin, he declares, "You can pick whomever you want to share a bed with, sweet little thing."

Though eh says his, he strides over to her, sweeps his hands around her waist, and bends her in a scorching kiss. She moans around his tongue as he sweeps her mouth and claims her. He finishes the show with a grope and fondle, before he heads to his room. I can feel his irritated arousal; he shuts off the warrior bond as he closes the door behind him.

Thale is more even-tempered, as is Lucian, who got to knot her as I did. But Adar has always been as fiery and impatient as his element. Rina seems to soften him—once upon a time, he would've just taken her away.

Taking the biggest room with the ensuite bathroom, I tug Rina into the room with me and softly shut the door. Then I turn to her and quietly ask, "Why did you choose me?"

After all, she knows that I lied to her. She found out what I said about keeping things from her. And it was Lucian, not me, who calmed me down.

But she doesn't bring up the lying. Instead she starts stripping off her clothes and baldly tells me, "I can feel my heat coming on soon. I want you to knot me again, to help satisfy me. Maybe it'll even prepare me for what's to come."

"Nothing can prepare you for what's to come, though I'm glad to try," I tell her, feeling my cock and knot swell at the thought. "But you're okay with that? You trust me?"

Her eyes shimmer as she looks up at me and says, "If Klaus kidnaps me again, I want to make sure that I'm ready for it... and I don't want it to hurt so bad."

Anger fills me, and I fantasize about throttling that piece of shit. My hands around his neck would feel good right about now. I do my best to stay calm as I swear to her, "Klaus won't get to you again. Now that we know what Teller's game is, I've set up alarms in the pack's wards to keep us strong. And with Thale connected to the wellspring, we can all tap into the ancient magic much more easily."

Still, Rina is clearly off-balance. She was nearly assaulted, and she hasn't processed it yet. Taking her in my arms, I promise her, "I'll tear Klaus limb from limb when I get my hands on him."

But she rejects that, putting her hand on my chest and shaking her head. "That's not what I want. Swear that you'll let me do it."

"But—"

"I don't think I'll feelrightuntil I've put my claws and fangs in that bastard and watched him die, the way he made me watch Morgan die."

I can tell how much it means to her.

So I swear to her, "If I do find him, I'll freeze him in a block of ice, and let you chisel off his dick and testicles herself."

She laughs at this, presses her body against me, and reminds me why I'm here.

Growing aroused, my knot engorging, I remind her, "If I knot you again it'll take a while. This close to your heat, it'll be easy to slip the knot in—and much, much harder for me to calm it down."

She's happy with this, though, smiling. "I want it. All of it. Even if it takes all night."

So I strip naked, take her in my arms, and draw her into the bed, where I finger her until she's aroused, her slick wet on my digits. She moans and writhes against me, her blush spreading from her cheeks, down her neck, all the way to her chest. My arousal throbs, the knot engorging at the smell of her slick and the press of her soft, lithe body against me.

Then I cradle her from behind, part her thighs wide open, and thrust my cock in, knot and all. The single stroke makes me moan with desire, her channel slick around me as it sucks me in. She whimpers as the thick, hard knot slips inside, moaning as I play with her clit and make her come on it.

Her body is so warm and wet that I feel my knot grow twice its size inside her, making it so that I can barely move. And I've never loved anything more—never wanted anything more, than I want to stay tied to her like this forever.

I pull her against me, sigh against her hair, and tell her, "We can stay like this for hours, if you want."

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