“What’s all this shit in the driveway?” Finn yells as he walks through the kitchen into the living room.
“Stuff for my nest, but I don’t know where my nest is,” I say, batting my eyelashes.
Finn sighs. “Follow me.”
I jump out of my seat and follow him past his and Cillian’s rooms. There’s a passcode panel on the side of the door, and he makes no secret of inputting the code—4395—as he pushes open the door.
“Why does it have a code?”
“Safety precaution. If we’re all in one place, we’re vulnerable, especially if you’re in heat. It’s bomb-proof, sound-proof, scent-proof, the works.”
“How long has this been here?”
“Since my father signed the contract,” he replies easily.
We walk down a small hallway. The lights are dim, lit from the ground as we enter the main space.
It’s beautiful, definitely not completely my style, but it’s clearly well-designed. Once I bring in all my things from Luxe Nest, it will be perfect.
The bed is built into the floor, with navy sheets and bedding. There’s a mountain of pillows on the bed, as well as shelves built against the wall. To the left, there is an entire kitchenette set up. It’s small but functional.
To the right there are two daybeds lining the walls, definitely there to give the guys some relief if needed.
The only lighting in the room is soft, warm light from lamps that look like they can be dimmed even further. There’s still enough room for the sex chair Declan bought, which is great. I walk further into the room and open the pocket door on the back wall, which leads to a massive bathroom.
The emerald green tiles cover the floor and the walls in the massive shower that also houses an enormous bathtub. Whenmy feet pad along the floor, I realize they’re miraculously not cold.
“Heated tiles?” I ask, turning back to look at Finn, who is just staring at me, almost like he wants to gauge my reaction—that can’t be right, though.
“Declan’s idea, if you can believe it,” he sighs.
“It’s beautiful, thank you.”
“I shouldn’t be the one?—”
“Just say you’re welcome and help me bring my stuff in?”
“I’ll have some of the guys bring it in.”
I whine, and he tilts his head at me. He almost looks like he wants to approach me, but decides otherwise.
“They can come as far as the door. They can’t come in here,” I demand. The idea of other men in my nest is abhorrent. No, it’s worse than abhorrent, it’s despicable. I start pacing, thinking about all their scents ruining the space and how their shoes would fuck up the floor.
“Only the people you want in here are allowed in this room, Elena,” he says plainly.
I try to forget about it, but I can’t. How I ever thought I could sell my heat to the highest bidder is insane because there’s no fucking way. I need my scent matches; I need Lorcán and Declan. I don’t want anyone else dirtying up my nest, my belongings.
Finn grabs my face roughly, jolting me out of my spiral.
“I will handle it. No one else will touch your stuff or come into your nest,” he states, his green eyes pleading with mine.
Fuck, his scent. His face, even with the one black eye, is still handsome. I don’t find his scars scary, if anything, they just enhance how handsome he is.
“Elena?”
“Hmm.”
“Are you alright?”
