I gasp, wrapping my arms around his neck, I lean up to kiss him. "You have a nest for me back home?"
"Every decision we've made since puberty has included you," Zayne says so matter-of-factly; I have to believe him. "We designed the house with you in mind. If there's anything it doesn't have that you want, we'll make sure to get it."
"Can I have a puppy?" I ask, fluttering my eyelashes at him. "I've always wanted a puppy, but Mom likes cats."
"You can have ten puppies, gorgeous. Anything to make you happy." Silas declares, a lopsided smile on his face. A giggle escapes me when I see the panic on Zayne's face.
"I think we'll start with one," I say, patting Zayne's chest, and I feel him relax.
"What's your favorite breed?" Mason asks, pulling me back onto his lap.
"I don't care about breeds, but I wouldn't mind a bigger dog. I've always wanted to adopt one from the shelter."
He smiles into my hair, and I snuggle into him. He's such a big teddy bear; cuddling with him is the best.
"How are you feeling?" Zayne asks, kneeling in front of me, stroking up and down my legs.
"I'm good now, but I don't know if it's over," I say, letting out a happy little sigh when he starts rubbing my feet.
"I'm going to get dinner started. You go with Silas and look through our stuff for whatever you need. Mason, we have that huge tent up in the attic. It's not anything fancy, but it could work as a makeshift nest for now. I'll help you bring down one of the mattresses when you're done setting it up."
I swoon at how authoritative Zayne sounds. I love a man who can take charge. Silas smirks at me, obviously knowing where my head is at. He lifts me off Mason's lap and carries me up the stairs bridal style. I bounce on my ass when he drops me on his bed.
"What do you need, gorgeous?"
"Can you bring me everyone's laundry hampers?" I ask shyly. He looks at me like I'm crazy and the most precious thing in the world.
I claw through their dirty clothes, bringing various items up to my nose for a sniff test. The smellier they are, the better. When I have what I need, I carry my stash downstairs, instructing Silas to bring down all of their bedding and pillows.
Mason moved the couches off to the side and placed the tent right in the middle of the living room. It's the perfect little makeshift nest. After dumping everything inside, I wrap my arms around his waist, looking up at him through my lashes. "Thank you so much for doing this for me."
"I would do anything for you, Vanessa," he chokes out, holding me tight.
"And I would do anything for you," I murmur, meaning it. His mouth claims mine, hot and hungry, and lifts me up. I wrap my legs around his waist, kissing him back. I can feel his hard on against my core and start grinding on it, but he breaks the kiss and puts me down.
"Later, baby," he promises, kissing my nose when I pout at him. "You need to get your nest sorted, and Zayne will kill me if you don't eat something before your heat starts."
"Be a good girl and listen to Mason," Zayne calls from the kitchen.
I want to be his good girl.
Mason winks at me and nudges me towards the tent, slapping my ass when I get on all fours to crawl inside. I turn to glare at him, but he's too busy staring at my ass. I make sure to sway my hips a bit when I crawl inside, smirking when I hear him curse under his breath.
I spend the next hour getting everything perfect inside my little nest, loving how cramped it is. There is enough room inside for all four of us, but it'll be a tight squeeze. I love it! When every pillow, blanket, and smelly item of clothing is exactly where I want it, I crawl out of the tent, finding all three of them sitting on the couch, waiting for me.
"Nest!" I say happily, making them chuckle.
"Will you invite us in, little omega?" Silas asks, his eyes hooded.
"Maybe." Who am I kidding? Of course, they're invited into my nest. "If you promise to knot the fuck out of me."
"Fuck yes!" Silas whoops, jumping up, but Zayne grabs him by the shoulder, stopping his movements.
"She needs to eat something first," Zayne says firmly, grabbing my hand and leading me into the kitchen.
"I'm not hungry!" I'm full on pouting, and I stomp my foot for added dramatics.
"Omega, sit down and eat your food."
