"Good." Seb's face relaxes a little. "If you took your last dose of suppressants on Saturday… morning?"
I nod. "Mmmmm"
"Hmmm, okay. Today's Monday. So your heat should kick in on Wednesday or Thursday, then. Although," Seb clears his throat, "the whole scent compatibility thing can sometimes, uh, accelerate things a little. Sometimes… more than a little. And it may, um, extend the duration slightly, so we really gotta get ready, just in case."
My face is growing hot.
"What do you want to do?" Ralph's voice is quiet from behind Seb's shoulder.
I frown. "What do you mean?"
Ralph clears his throat. "Do you want us to make sure you've got enough toys and supplies, and just make sure you're fed and well and hydrated? Or do you want us to take you to hospital for sedation? Or—"
My whimper interrupts him. I clear my throat, and try to calm the scrabbling in my chest.
"No." I force my voice to be steady. "Would it be okay if… I want you to help me through my heat. Like… like, properly help me. All of you. But—not like a job. Like… you know. Like pack. But only if you want to…" As my voice trails off, I feel my heart speed up, betraying me.
Courage, Dellie.
I clear my throat. "I know everything's… complicated. I know I'm supposed to be thinking about… all the stuff we're supposed to think about. Stuff like… careers. And… practicalities. But…" My breath hitches. "I want to see if we can uncomplicate it."
Seb starts rubbing the small of my back with his thumb. I bite back a moan. He leans closer to me.
"You want us to make you cum, Balga?" Seb's growly murmur hits me squarely between my legs.
I nod. "Yes."
"You want our pheromones?"
I press against him. "Yes." My voice is growing breathier, the thin layers of cloth between my thighs slicker.
"You want our cocks?"
"Yes." I bite my lips, trying not to moan.
"Our knots?"
I close my eyes, sinking into him. "Yes."
"You want our bites? You want our claim? You want… our forever?"
"Yes." My voice is definite. I force my eyes open and stare into his. "Only if you want mine, too."
"You don't care that it's been less than a week? That we have barely had three conversations? That your life is here and ours is in New York?" Allen's rumble from in front of me tugs at something powerful in my core.
My lip rolls between my teeth. "I… I should. I know I'm supposed to. But… you all just feel like…" I shudder out a long breath. "You just all feel so right and I want you to be mine and I want to be yours and just figure the rest of it out after." It explodes out of me in a whoosh of relief and release.
I suck in another calming breath. "So no. I don't care that it's so quick. Nothing has ever felt more right to me. But… but only if you feel the same… do you?" I ask, looking around the room. I feel five pairs of eyes, liquid with lust, stare hungrily at me.
The scent that surrounds us is almost overwhelming. A vibrant springtime garden after a refreshing shower.
"I was yours the first time I saw you, lovely. It can't be too soon," James murmurs from the sofa arm.
Zeke shuffles on the coffee table, crossing his legs. "I couldn't let you go. Ever. The sooner the better."
Seb chuckles. "My alpha is pissed I haven't done it already."
"Only if you're a hundred percent sure it's what you want. I'll be very, very disappointed if you're holding back, Dellie." Allen is glaring at me in a way that makes me want to drop to the floor and present.
