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“We tried to do our best to arrange it in our version of a nest, but we don’t have very good nesting instincts,” he says, almost sheepishly. “I don’t know if we’ll have time to arrange things before the next wave of this heat spike, but you can definitely spend time arranging things before your actual heat.”

“O—Okay, that sounds—” I’m cut off by a wave of pain hitting me again. It twists in my gut and almost sends me to my knees.

Kane jumps forward and holds me up. His touch is comforting against my burning skin.

“Are you ready?” He murmurs. His eyes are dark and he’s breathing hard. I can feel his hardness through his slacks.

I know he’s ready.

“Yes,” I pant, clutching his forearm that’s keeping me balanced.

He lays me down in the center of the makeshift nest. I can see the pillows they’ve piled around in a cute heart shape, and if these were any other circumstances, I would stop and admire their hard work.

But I’m in pain and all my brain can really think about is how there’s a delicious-looking alpha in front of me. A safe alpha. An alpha I know will treat me right.

An alpha who’s part of a pack.

I shake my head, trying to hold onto the last threads of critical thinking I have left. “Why are—why are you the only one here?”

“We thought it’d be best for your first time with an alpha of our pack to be with me because I was the one you chose to kiss first. Consent is a bit different when your hormones are so high. We didn’t want you to make a decision you’d regret later.”

There’s a little twist of guilt in my gut that comes along with the next wave of cramps. If I weren’t so damaged, they wouldn’t have to be this careful with me.

“I can see that mind of yours working,” Kane says. He strokes a hand along my neck and collarbone, brushing some of my hair, messy from the evening, away. “Don’t worry, little one. I’m lucky to be your first, but the pack is planning on forever if you’ll let us. There will be plenty more heats for us to help you through.”

“But—but you’re not my first,” I choke out. I close my eyes, my shoulders curling as I attempt to hide from the shame I can’t shake.

He grips my chin in his hand, his hold strong enough to force me to look into his eyes.

“Did you choose any of the other bastards that forced themselves on you?” He growls.

“N—no.”

“Do you choose me?”

“Yes.” I swallow hard. “I do.”

“Then I’m your first. Nothing else matters.”

He trails a light finger down my neck and in between my breasts. My hips move upwards on their own accord, begging for his touch.

The growl that vibrates through his chest makes my breath hitch and my fingers tremble.

His fingers slide up and down the wetness between my legs. They’re light, teasing touches. They’re driving me crazy. My hips move like they have a mind of their own, searching for the relief he’s not giving me yet.

“Fuck, you have no clue how hard it was to hear your beautiful moans from the backseat while I was driving,” he groans. My cheeks burn as I catch a glimpse of his fingers, glistening with my wetness in the dim glow of the room.

He lifts his head from where it’s buried in the crook of my neck to suck my slick into his mouth.

“God, if we had more time, I’d spend an eternity worshipping you with my tongue.”

“Please—please stop teasing me.” My legs fall open, making space for him between my thighs.

His chuckle is slow and deliberate. It hums through me, pooling heat low in my belly.

I feel a gush of slick and I’m fairly certain I’m dripping down onto the sheets beneath me.

I grip his suit jacket, gesturing for him to take it off before another wave of cramps.