John Price - Enigma

Misstress sighs as he adds another shirt to the nest, a soft brown one with Price's scent on it. He sits back, admiring his work, the urge to nest growing stronger by the minute.

He placed another one of Price's shirts on the nest, burying his face in it and inhaling deeply. His inner omega was restless, needy. He was getting close to his heat.

Misstress took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He was surrounded by the scent of Price, and it was only making his omega more restless.