"Killian isn't even here yet," I remind them.
"He's not the only one who gets to collect," Rowan says, his voice taking on that smooth, persuasive quality that bypasses my brain and goes straight to my fucking nerve endings. "But we can do other things."
They're both moving toward me now, flanking me on either side. My heart hammers against my ribs, and I find myself becoming acutely aware of how small the nest suddenly feels.
"I thought you were supposed to be the reasonable ones," I say, trying to sound indignant instead of breathless.
"We are being reasonable," Micah says, settling beside me. His hand finds my knee, thumb stroking in a way that that sends sparks up my thigh. "Very reasonable. We're not demanding immediate payment. Just... expressing interest."
"Enthusiastic interest," Rowan adds, his fingers trailing up my arm.
I laugh, reaching out to stroke his dark hair away from his face. "Expression noted."
His mouth captures mine in a kiss that starts gentle but quickly turns hungry. I melt into it, my hands finding his broad shoulders, anchoring myself to him.
When we finally break apart, I'm panting. Micah takes advantage of my distraction, his lips finding the mark on my neck—hismark. The sensation shoots straight to my core, and a moan escapes before I can stop it.
"Fuck," I breathe. "That's not fair?—"
"All's fair in love and wolf politics," Micah says against my skin, his tongue tracing the silver crescent.
"That isnotthe saying."
"It is now."
Rowan's hands slide under my shirt—one of Sean's, oversized on me and soft—pushing it up slowly. "May I?"
I nod, lifting my arms to let him pull it over my head. The cool air hits my skin, making me shiver, but their body heat surrounds me immediately, chasing away the chill.
"Beautiful," Rowan murmurs, his gaze traveling over me with appreciation that I can feel echoing through our bond. No performative flattery. Just genuine want for me.
It still catches me off guard every time, even though I have my glamour up right now.
Micah's hands find the waistband of my borrowed sweatpants—also Sean's, because apparently I'm destined to be drowning in his clothes and he always leaves them around just where heknows I can't resist how cozy they are—and tugs them down along with my underwear in one smooth motion.
And then I'm naked between them, exposed and vulnerable.
"We should move to the bedroom," I suggest, though my voice lacks conviction.
"Why?" Micah asks, his fingers already tracing down my inner thigh. "The nest is perfect."
"Sean and Killian could come back?—"
"Sean's doing the grocery run," Rowan reminds me, his mouth finding my collarbone. "That always takes at least two hours. He gets distracted by the produce section."
"It's practically a family reunion for him," Micah agrees.
"And Killian?" I gasp as Micah's fingers brush against me, finding me already wet.
"Probably going to be a while," Micah says, his voice rough with desire. "He texted that he was mid-bribe and that was fifteen minutes ago."
"That's... pathetic."
"That's desperation." Rowan's hands cup my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples in a way that makes my back arch. "Hereallydoesn't want Villeneuve anywhere near you."
"Neither do we, to be fair," Micah adds.
"Well, I could distract you," I tease, stroking my fingers across his strong jaw. "I believe you mentioned something about training me to take your knots before?"
