“Me too,” Basil grunts, and his cock twitches.
Heat flashes up the back of my legs and my balls draw up.
In a rush of sensation, Basil empties his orgasm inside me, right as my own pleasure explodes. I come with a strangled growl, thick ropes of white splattering the bathroom sink, and spilling all over Basil’s hand.
We stay like that for a few minutes, my head down and Basil’s cock buried deep inside me, both of us enjoying the quiet afterglow of sex.
“Tristan?” Basil’s words are slightly muffled, his cheek resting on my shoulder.
“Yeah?” I pant, trying to catch my breath.
“How did you know?”
I open my eyes, staring at the mess covering the sink. Cum even drips from the faucet. “Know what?”
“That I needed this?” Basil’s tone is softer. Maybe even embarrassed.
I lift my head, looking at the alpha in the mirror. He doesn't look sad or upset. Just tired. “You seemed tense,” I answer honestly. “Everything okay?”
He nods but I'm not sure I believe him. “I’m just worried about Beth,” he finally says.
“Don’t be,” I turn, forcing Basil’s cock to slip out of me. Warm fluid pours from my ass, dripping down the back of my thighs. “Beth is strong.” I face my sweet alpha. “That much is obvious.” I glance at the mark on my arm. It’s completely healed, the pink mark cutting through one of my swirling tattoos. “I think the little shit would have stuck me in the neck if she could have reached.”
Basil snorts, making me relax a little. He looks happier, a genuine smile in place. “Thank you.” He wraps his arms around me.
“For what?” I ask as I push my nose into his soft, trim curls. He smells so good. So fresh.
“For being you.” Basil looks up and kisses me once. “You’re always so…” he rolls his eyes upward, thinking, “confident.” He nods as if approving of his choice of words. “You have a way of convincing me that everything will be okay.”
I got no clue what to say to that. I always thought it was pretty obvious that I have no idea what I’m doing half the time, but it’s a nice thing for my mate to say.
“Come on.” I pat his hip, squeezing his firm muscles. “Let’s get cleaned up before someone catches us.”
Basil balks, making a face at me. “Oh,nowyou’re worried about getting caught.”
“Maybe.” I grab a towel off the rack next to the sink, wiping the cum off my stomach and groin. “Or maybe we should step into that shower and see if we can draw some attention instead.”
Basils’ eyes narrow, not amused. “Not happening,” he says firmly. “It’s our night to make dinner.” He slaps my ass as he passes. “Put your pants on and let's go.”
Dinner Time
Beth
I hatehow much I love this nest.
Every blanket and pillow has been carefully arranged. I’ve worked hard. Molding and shaping. Fluffing and patting. It’s finally in the perfect shape.
Even my nest back at my parents’ house couldn't compare to this.
I snuggle against the velvety pink blanket, smelling Basil’s subtle, fresh scent, and Tristan’s intense, smokey one. It makes sense that I can smell the two so clearly. I’m positive the blanket underneath this pink one once belonged to them, but I don’t mind it. Their aromas go very well together.
“Omega?” Jeremy appears in the doorway to my cove.
Nope, I correct myself. It’s not my cove. It doesn't belong to me.But it could,the voice in the back of my head tries to convince me to stay. Annoyed, I force myself to sit up,concentrating hard on Jeremy’s bright eyes. “Yes?” I say as sweetly as I can.
“It’s dinnertime.” He steps to one side, encouraging me to leave my nest.
My body protests as I crawl toward the door. I just want to live in the tiny cove for the rest of my life, blocking out everything but the comforting smells and plush fabric. “I can help make it.” I reach the little landing.
