And then Hayes, of course, ruins the moment: “So… how many pillows before it becomes a fire hazard?”
I laugh through my tears, and Beck groans, dragging a hand down his face. “Why do we even let you talk?”
Eventually, they lead me into the last room, the main bedroom, and if the bed in the nest room was big, this one could host a summit. Hayes immediately sprawls across it like a cat in a sunbeam.
“This,” he declares, “is where the magic happens.”
“Hayes!” Ford barks, horrified.
“What?” Hayes spreads his arms wide, grinning. “I meant Netflix magic. You people have dirty minds.”
And I laugh so hard I nearly fall onto the bed, too.
Beck doesn’t say a word. He’s just watching me. And the way his pupils are blown wide and his jaw is tight? Yeah, I’m suddenly very aware that it’s not just the house humming with energy.
It’sthem.
It’s the way Hayes’s laughter slides into something lower, darker, as his eyes rake down my body. The way Ford steps closer, big and steady, and I can feel the heat coming off him. The way Beck’s scent, rich and warm and so Alpha it makes my knees go weak, thickens in the air until breathing feels optional.
“Lo,” Beck says. “Come here.”
Every nerve in my body lights up like a power grid. I move without thinking, crossing the room until I’m standing right in front of him, so close I can feel the whisper of his breath against my forehead.
“You like it?” he asks, and there’s something dangerous curling under the question.
I nod, because words are… hard.
His hand slides to my jaw, tilting my face up. “Good. Because it’s yours. We’re yours.”
My heart is a riot in my chest. “Beck… ”
But then Ford’s behind me, his heat at my back, his breath skating down the side of my neck.
“You smell happy,” he murmurs, and God, the way his voice drops, low and husky, like he’s already half insane, makes my stomach swoop.
Hayes chuckles from the bed, but it’s softer now, darker. “She smells likehome.”
My pulse stutters. Something deep inside me purrs at that. Because they’re right. This is home. They’re home.
Beck leans in, his mouth brushing my ear. “You want us to show you another little surprise?”
Everything in me clenches, heat pooling low, slick already starting to hum at the edges. I can’t stop the sound that slips out. A shaky, desperate little “yes.”
And that’s it. That’s the match to the fuse.
As I stagger back toward the bed, I notice something I didn’t see before. A trunk in the corner of the room.
“What’s in there?” I ask.
Hayes smirks slowly as he edges towards it. “You really want to know?”
He pops the trunk with a slick click. The sound is soft, but it ripples through me. My breath catches when I see what’s inside.
Toys. So many toys. A neatly coiled length of rope in a deep crimson, gleaming metal cuffs that look both wicked and elegant, a spreader bar polished to a shine, bottles of lube, knot toys of all shapes and sizes and textures, and a vibrator that looks absolutely merciless.
“Oh my god,” I whisper, trembling.
“Oh yeah,” Hayes says, his grin slow and predatory as he picks up the vibrator. He flicks it on. The low, deep hum vibrates straight through my bones. My thighs clench reflexively. “You’re gonna be a good little Omega for us, yes?”
