And then his scent. His cinnamon scent washes over me and my knees buckle further. A whimper escapes my lips as heatfloods between my thighs. My fingers curl into fists against the marble as I try—and fail—to stop trembling.
He drops to a crouch and assesses my face, then my body, then—oh, god—my scent. The whites of his eyes go wide. “Are you okay? What happened?” He looks up the stairs as if someone pushed me and decided hanging around afterward would be a smart idea.
My mouth tries to work, but nothing comes out. All my words are locked away behind a too-big tongue and dry mouth. I wipe my sweaty palms on my leggings which are veryslickin the center. “I’m, um. I think I’m not okay, actually.”
Elliot’s eyes flick down my body, assessing. Then he realizes. “Oh.”
I let out a dry chuckle. “Yeah.”
Elliot collects me in his arms and carries me back up the stairs to my nest. Once he lays me inside it he presses two fingers to his earpiece radio. “Code: Sun.”
Two words. That’s all he needs to sum up my situation.
A few moments later Elliot appears with a water pitcher.
“Drink,” he says.
I obey as the room tilts. “I’m so hot.” I start peeling off my shirt.
“I know.” Elliot helps me with the top, then removes my bottoms for me. His pupils go wide the longer he’s near me and he actually steps back and flexes his hands when he sees how much slick has built between my thighs.
“Don’t go,” I beg.
His face turns serious. “Never.”
The door to my bedroom swings open. Kellen and Nolan rush in, their bodies silhouetted against the hallway light. My back arches involuntarily as their scents hit me, swirling together with Elliot’s cinnamon warmth. My thighs clench and my skinprickles with goosebumps. A whimper escapes my throat before I can stop it.
Nolan reaches my nest first. “Estate’s been locked down. No staff will be here until her heat passes.”
Kellen sits on the edge of my bed. “We’ll take care of you, angel.”
I draw all three of them into my nest. “Good. I’m burning up.”
Elliot leans in to kiss me. “You’re okay.”
“I want you.” My voice pitches higher with each breath. My fingers clutch at sheets, at arms—anything solid while my hips rise off the mattress, seeking contact. Their pheromones blend into something that makes my mouth water and my spine arch. I can’t even form their names anymore, just broken syllables that dissolve into gasps. “All of you. Now. Please.”
Elliot blinks, and Kellen’s mouth forms a perfect O of surprise. Nolan’s eyes go soft, then hard.
“Are you sure?” Elliot asks, his hand covering mine.
“Please.”
Nolan sits next to me on the bed, close enough that I can feel the heat rolling off him. Elliot slides up behind me, sitting so his chest is pressed against my back. His arms bracket my shoulders, solid and safe.
Kellen kneels at the end of the bed. He slides his hands up my calves with warm palms, taking his time like he’s unwrapping a very delicate present.
When he gets to my hips, he pauses, meets my eyes. “Can I?”
I nod, unable to trust my voice.
He presses a kiss to my thigh, just above the knee. It’s so gentle that it makes my eyes water.
Nolan’s hand rests on my waist. Not demanding, just there, anchoring me to the mattress.
Elliot’s hands are on my shoulders, massaging out the knots, tracing every tense muscle. He bends down and brushes his lips to my ear.
“You’re doing great,” he murmurs.
