I huff a laugh, cupping his face before pulling him close for another soft kiss, this time on my lips. And this sweet man is opening himself to me more and more every day, which is a gift in itself. He rests his head on me and closes his eyes.
Lincoln squeezes my hand. “Do you need anything else, dove?”
“No, just this,” I say, smiling up at him. And much like Noah bringing peace to the night, Lincoln is also a big reason for the peace deep inside me.
My thoughts spin off again, still amazed I found each of them, but also that I let them find me. The real me, even though sometimes the softness freaks me out, I trust them with that part of me. “Actually, I do need something, Lincoln.”
His emerald green eyes twinkle in the low light, and he has this incredible look on his face that tells me he’d give me anything I asked for.
“Do you happen to know where my ribbons and my card are?”
“I’ve got them safe.”
The twins come back in, and Noah sits up, pulling me up too. Gabe leans against his brother, looking as exhausted as I do, but they both look lighter, like they’ve shared the load of my burden. They are so breathtaking standing next to each other, identical in looks, similar in the way they think and act in a lot of ways, but so different too.
“Ready for bed, Len?”
“Yeah, we are. First, Lincoln’s going to get something for my nest. Have you got my letter?”
His smile is answer enough, but he holds it up for me.
Lincoln threads his fingers with mine. “Come on, dove, let’s get your ribbons.”
As Lincoln leads me to the walk-in wardrobe, Noah goes over to Gabe. Their hushed voices follow after us, and when we walk back out with my beautiful keepsakes in my hands, Noah and Gabe are still talking softly, and I can hear Valak as he walks through our home, locking us down for the night.
I’ve never taken another person into my nest. Not even Bailey. It’s such a deeply intimate part of me, but I’m so ready to let them in. I pretty much shove them in the door before I lock us inside.
My nest is not like the one at Lincoln’s house. That one was a room set up to be a nest based on an alpha’s interpretation. It wasn’t wrong, but it wasn’t right either. This one I built because it feeds every part of omega soul; and it’s weathered a lot of heat sessions.
“Jesus, Len, you must have some huge ass industry fan somewhere because I could smell this is your nest, but in here, I can hardly breathe.”
I spin around, leaping up into Gabe’s arms like we did way back at Lincoln’s house the first time we hooked up. “You like?”
“Like? Nah. Love? Fuck yeah.”
Rocking my body against his, he looks at me like I’ve lost my fucking marbles for a few moments until he catches on and he falls with me onto the top of my nest. The mattress is cloud soft and big enough for me to do cartwheels on. I’ve added a mountain of pillows, all chosen by how they felt and looked; I might have a thing for dove blue and pastel grey but I also love cream, sage green and baby girl pink. Thick fluff and velvet feature everywhere, and my blankets match the colours but I’ve managed to colour code the weights of each, which makes my omega heart so very full. Rolling out of Gabe’s arms, I hold my hand out for Valak, and I tug his arm and he winks before he falls into my blankets. Lincoln follows and Noah uncharacteristically does too.
“Now my nest is complete,” I purr as I crawl right in the middle of them. “All it needed was my very own pack of alphas.”
The way they growl and grab at me has me perfuming like I’m about to go into heat. Working my way in a circle, I roll against each of my alphas, marking them in my scent, making them perfume, too, before I rub my favourite grey blanket over each of them and then I cover us in it. Reaching over, I find the light switch and plunge us into darkness for a few moments before I flick the switch next to it and the mechanical shutters roll open, letting the moon light shine through the fortified glass roof.
“Fuck me dead,” Valak whispers.
“Not tonight, Val. Tonight I want to sleep in a pile of my alphas in my nest. In the morning most definitely we should try to fuck me dead,” I smirk as I straddle his lap. He’s lying on his back staring at the sight above us.
“Len, baby, we’re never leaving this nest.”
“I know. I love it,” I purr happily.
“If we need clothes, at least Lennon’s got a stockpile,” Noah adds, holding up a few of the things I stole. Turning, I see his giant smile. My alpha is very happy I took things from him.
“Pet, you’ve been a very naughty girl,” Lincoln growls, but even Fox can’t hide his smile when he finds even more of their belongings—his belts and ties mostly.
43
LENNON
For the next couple of days all we do is hang out. And I love every second of it.
