“Do you think it’s enough?” I ask, trying to ignore my raging hard-on. Olive’s scent has only intensified since this morning, and my inner Alpha is ready to roar to life.
Killian’s just as affected as me, and he clears his throat. “Seeing that he bought twenty different bed sets, I would say so.”
Now that we’re bonded, her arousal directly affects us. It’s not just the hormones; I can feel how desperate she is, her neediness intensifying my own.
But this is her call. And we’re waiting for whenever she asks for us.
And if it means I explode from blue balls and stuff my knot into an Olive-shaped pillow, so be it.
I’ve had little kisses with her here and there, but the last time either of us were naked was in her suite atEden.
The memories of sinking my teeth into her, her skin delicate and warm under my touch, makes my cock throb.
“Fuck, this tension is out of control,” Killian mutters. “I’m about to roll around in the snow until she’s ready for us.”
“Sounds like a plan,” I chuckle.
We play a painful waiting game.