My plan for tonight had been to fill my nest with so much lust-must, that as soon as Matteo and Aria came to bed that they would continue what they had started at the beginning of the week.
It was time to tell them my plan...out loud...and suddenly I wanted to forget all about my plan and pretend like I was kidding about the whole thing. Unfortunately, judging from the curiosity in Matteo’s gaze, I wasn’t going to be able to play this off. With a resigned sigh, I leaned over and whispered my plans into the alpha’s ear, fully expecting him to laugh when I finally finished. Instead, I was faced with hot eyes and a mouth that was fully agape.
“Ooh, judging by that look it must be good.” Aria rounded the counter, and Matteo leaned over and murmured my plans into her ear like a ridiculous game of telephone. When he pulled away, Aria’s amber eyes were nearly molten as she stared at me.
Oookay, maybe the plan hadn’t been so stupid after all.
Aria slid past Matteo and tilted my chin up, “will you still seduce us tonight, sweet omega?” She asked, her eyes never leaving my face. Matteo’s gravelly chuckle came from over her shoulder as the taller alpha rested his chin on the top of her head and, together, they looked like a sexy totem pole. His eyes were also locked onto my face, waiting for my answer.
“Uh....” My mind was still stuttering over the sudden shift in the two alphas in front of me. They had gone from easy-going, to downright predatory. My insides twisted and, judging by the way their nostrils flared, they could already smell my arousal at their question.
“Y-yes.” I finally managed to say, warmth spreading across my cheeks.
“We’ll give you twenty minutes to get ready.” Aria reached out and slid her fingers along my cheeks, which were undoubtedly a cherry red color. “Okay, sweetheart?”
I nodded, and their eyes burned into my back as I practically scurried up the stairs.
CHAPTER 21
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It was easy enoughto realize just how deeply I’d put my foot in it as I stood staring down at my nest (as I had quickly come to think of it). I know that this was all my plan, but that had been all hypothetical, and now it wasveryreal. I needed to figure out the logistics of how this would work, because I had, admittedly, kind of glossed over the fact that I would have to spread my lust-must all over this room. The best way to do that was to, well, masturbate, but now that I was faced withactuallydoing it? I was completely overthinking it and had no idea where to start.
“Okay, Tibby,” I told myself as I pushed some of the blankets out of the way and cleared the bed of linens. I still didn’t quite understand the concept of ‘nesting.’ I’d googled it a couple of times and looked at some pictures of nests that I knewlookedpretty...but there was still no instinctual imperative inside of me to put a pillow here or a blanket there. Despite my lack of instincts, I still managed to move the blankets and pillows into what I thought a nest should look like...and then immediately cleared the bed with a frustrated sigh.
“Get out of your head, Tibby.” I continued to talk with myself as I headed into the bathroom and stripped out of the leggings and t-shirt that I was wearing, folding them and leaving them on the counter.
Standing in front of the full-length mirror I examined myself, turning this way and that way so that I could get the full picture. My first thoughts, as always, were negative. My stomach looked pudgy, my thighs were too big. and I was so covered in freckles that I looked like I was dirty. Ugh, I hated that these were the first things I thought about when I looked at myself.
Putting a hand on the mirror I stared myself down sternly, “you are a sexy, bad bitch who is about to have wild sex with some of the hottest alphas you’ve ever seen. Buck the fuck up, buttercup.” I pointed a finger at myself...and snorted with laughter, feeling immediately better.
I pulled the elastic out of my hair and shook my red curls, running my fingers through some of the less appealing knots until my hair looked somewhat sultry.
Finally, I was ready to get started. I left the bathroom and cracked my bedroom door open, leaving it just open enough so that my scent could leak out into the hallway. Climbing into my nest I flopped down into the center of the cushioned surface, and star-fished out, letting the cool sheets soothe my warm body. I began to breathe in and out, calming myself and letting my heart rate drop until I felt calm enough to move on.
After a few minutes of this, I was finally ready to get started. Normally, when it came time for me to have some, er, me-time, I was already in the mood, and it wasn’t hard to figure out what got me in the mood.
