“Let me just go get changed and I’ll be right back,” he says, and I swear his chest puffs out when he says it. Like my seeking him out for comfort is some sort of privilege.
“I’ll do the same,” I tell him, as I semi-unpack my things. Meaning I flip open my suitcase, leaving it like that while I dig out my skincare and beauty products and bring them into the attached bathroom.
If I thought the nest was nice, it has nothing on this bathroom. Damn, it’s massive. There’s a two-sink vanity, a separate room for the toilet, and the tub is inside the fucking glass shower. I didn’t even know that was a thing. I whistle as I look at it and start my nightly routine.
When I come back out, Sterling is lying on the bed, a book in his hand.
“Nate was passed out, so I brought one of his pillows,” he says, pulling back the blankets for me to get in.
I can’t even remember a time I was tucked into bed. I try to not get choked up as I nestle into the sheets, Nate’s scent thick on the pillow Sterling grabbed for me. Sterling dog ears his page, placing the book on the nightstand and turns himself so we’re looking at one another.
“I like having you here, seeing you in this nest,” he says.
“I’ve never had a nest,” I whisper back.
“It’s yours. If you don’t want us in here, or if you need us in here, all you have to do is ask. It’s yours to decorate and do as you please.”
“You’re so sure of me? If it doesn’t work out, you’d have to tell your next Omega that I stayed in here,” I say, and I can hear how pathetic I sound.
Sterling almost looks mad at that line of thinking as he shakes his head.
“That’s not even a possibility I’m willing to entertain. This is your nest, no one else's, not ever. You’re our Omega, say it.”
I take a deep breath before repeating the words. “I’m your Omega.”
Sterling grabs my chin, placing a soft kiss on my lips.
“Good. Now It’s been a long day. Let me hold you while we get some rest,” he says, and I cuddle against his side, a soft purr rumbling in his chest.
The vibration and sound soothes me in a way I never considered, a lot of my nerves falling away as I let myself enjoy this. I fall asleep faster than ever lying on top of expensive sheets, wrapped in an Alpha’s arms.
Sterling is still dead to the world when I wake up, and I make sure to check on Smokey, who is curled up on one of the office chairs. I notice that one spot smells more like Nate, and I hope this is the first step to Smokey coming around.
I feed him and change his water before heading to the kitchen.
Music that would definitely be played at the club booms around the main living space, and I peek around the corner. Hayes is shirtless, his back to me. He isn’t the size of an Alpha, but he is muscular, his biceps and traps shifting with his movements.
He sings along to the music, his hand gripping a frying pan as he flips some eggs. His ass shaking side to side with each verse and I can’t help but grin as I watch.
“Like what you see?” a voice says behind me and I jump.
I turn over my shoulder and see Nate rumpled with sleep. God, he looks cute. He’s also shirtless and his scent is heavy. It feels like I don’t stand a chance in this house.
Between Sterling and Nate suffocating me with their delicious scents and Hayes making breakfast looking like a wet dream, I can feel myself becoming putty in their arms. How easy it would be to live like this every day.
“Seems only fair he gives me a show,” I joke.
Nate smiles, his eyes crinkling with the motion.
“Oh, sweetheart, all you have to do is ask. Hey, Hayes?—”
I put a hand over his mouth and I can feel his smile underneath my hand.
“Oh, good, you’re all up. Baby, how do you like your eggs?” Hayes asks, no concern that he’s topless and looking so hot.
“Scrambled,” I rasp out, because that’s what these men are doing to my brain. Scrambling them. My hormones are all wonky and I’m wanting things I’ve never wanted before.
I won’t admit it to them, but I had a dream about bonding last night, and when I woke up this morning, I wanted to combine all our scents in one nasty, freaky sex pile.
