There’s no need to say a word, because the four of them burst into action. Like they literally disappear from the room.
Gabe rushes back to the kitchen, pointing his finger at me. “Stay there, Len. Don’t move a fucking muscle. Just doing last minute alpha shit.”
From a different side of the house, I hear Valak yelling back, giving me an update as to what room he’s in. Lincoln is apparently double checking the nest, and Noah is ensuring we have a stockpile of supplies.
But I have a couple of things to do too. I wouldn’t mind shaving, but my heat makes my hands shake. Instead, I get to work making food bowls for Ares ready in the fridge. I’ll be cognitive enough to find the fridge, and then I do our heat routine.
Once everyone is inside the area that Lincoln has designated as the nesting suite—a bathroom including a shower and a toilet, a small dressing room which leads into the nest—I go over to close the door, hug Ares for a final time before I whisper the magic words in his ear and put him on high alert.
22
GABE
Lennon is a picture. Her skin is flushed, the cool water makes goosebumps pucker her skin and her nipples diamond hard. She watches me from under the water, her smokey lilac hair is slicked off her makeup free face.
This fucking woman is it for me.
Every minute I spend with her, it’s like something in me quiets. Bit fucking weird because all I want to do is to climb to the highest mountain and scream for the world to hear.
A grin spreads over her face, while her brown eyes roll backwards in her head. Her orgasm makes her whole-body wobble, but even with my brother tonguing her and her legs wrapped around his shoulders she won’t fall. Ever.
Not with the both of us watching her.
Lincoln somehow catches on to my thoughts, his voice quiet and only for me. “Four of us.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I wave him off, watching her with Valak.
“That’s enough, Pet. Thank Valak for treating you like a queen, but it’s time to get in your nest and spread your legs open for your alphas.”
My queen’s got a backbone, or she just wants Lincoln’s hand on her ass, because instead of letting go of Valak’s head, she holds him there, and leans back searching for Noah’s mouth.
I got no issue watching her with them, it’s a fucking beautiful sight to see, but I get Lincoln’s impatience. I reach past their writhing bodies and turn the water off. Valak lowers her slowly, rolling up to his feet before he accepts the towel I throw at his head.
Lennon’s got a wicked hungry gleam in her eye. I’m not sure what she’s after but she raises her chin defiantly as she goes to walk past Lincoln, and into her nest. He stops her with a hand on her chest, well the offer of one but he pulls away when she stops next to him.
“Do you have something to say to me?”
Fuck me, my knees tremble, and I kind of want to simp up next to her, but then I look at Valak and think how much better it would be to put her between the two of us.
“Lennon,” I bark, my lack of patience making me act out now. “Get on your fucking knees, get Foxy here to let you in, we’ve got a whole lot of heat to ride. And I can’t do any of what I want to you if you’re out here getting all sassy.”
Noah cracks a smile, breezing straight past her. Valak moves away too, but me, I’m a sucker for punishment it seems, and I do fall to my knees, crawling over to lean against the wall to watch her.
The little minx hovers though until Lincoln growls, “I’d have thought you’d like your holes filled, Pet. Perhaps I was wrong?”
“I do want that.” She smirks at him. Her heat is driving all this, I know it is.
“On your knees, a sweet apology on your lips. Or we can wait out here until you’re ready.”
She still fights him though. Or more likely she’s fighting herself. Len’s so self-reliant and independent, this is going to be a bigger hurdle than dealing with the flow of bullshit with the Regalo papers. For sure that’s going to be a minefield, but at the same time, if she can’t trust us, she’ll be in even more danger.
My eyes flick behind her. The bathroom cabinet is overflowing with unscented soap and shit, and I spy a few things that might help our girl learn to let go.
I climb to my feet. “Actually, Linc, I’ve got just the thing we need. And you, Len, listen to Lincoln since he’s your Fox.”
She gets a smart look on her face, like she won the argument, but I sweep past her and make sure she sees what is put on the floor near her feet before I stand in front of her with one of Lincoln’s ties in my hand. I lean and whisper into Lincoln’s ear about teaching our girl a lesson.
Stepping back from them both, I let the grey silk material hang from my fingers before I drop down on my knees, handing the tie over to Lincoln. I hold her eyes, questions in them, but then our connection is cut off when he ties the silk wrap over my eyes.
