“We’ll wait here for you, Amore Mio,” Dominic says, his breath against my cheek. I rub myself shamelessly against his cheek, his trimmed beard like soft silk on my skin.
“No thank you. You will come in and never leave my side.”
More growling even before I stop speaking, along with the more obvious press of their designation. Alpha and Omega language reiterating what I’m saying.
My hand goes to twist on the doorknob. “Hen, can I use your phone?”
He quickly unlocks it and passes to me. Again, no question about why, he just provides. That hits hard.
I find the camera app, and my trembling hand settles against the button. It’s the anticipation that has me shaking, certainly not anything dark.
Pushing the door open, I come face to face with a nesting room I could have dreamed up. Never dared to hope for though.
Luxury oozes from the room. And the luxury isn’t from a place of materialistic expense, it’s them. Their time, their vision, their attention to keeping it pristine even though they never had an Omega.
It’s breathtaking. I have to blow out short, steady exhales just to keep from passing out. Deep within my soul, a reckoning unfolds—this is mine. And it’s not wishful thinking. It’s acceptance, with wide open arms and a grateful heart.
I have to focus on the room as the acceptance winds through my system, because if I spoke, nothing would make sense. The walls have been painted in the softest, most mutedhoney gold I have ever seen—instantly I think of Ryder, and I know he did the work himself. The oversized bed is so low to the ground that it looks like it’s part of the floor. Without even touching the surrounding carpet or the nesting mattress they selected, I already know it will be pillow soft with perfect support and big enough for all of us to snuggle comfortably. My Omega side feels like it’s being stroked, a description that would only make sense to another Omega.
I want to be naked and wrap my body in the smoky grey and rich dark green bedding, blankets, sheets and throws that adorn every inch of the nest. I don’t need to check; I know, without a shadow of a doubt, that it was Hendrix who chose these soft furnishings.
Dominic’s touch is present in equal, measured instalments. Like the others, his presence is infused into every corner of the small room. He focused on the practical needs of this oasis. Against the wall by the door stands a floor-to-ceiling expanse of charcoal timber and glass cabinetry. It’s crammed full of everything an Omega, and their pack, would need to survive—food, drinks, electronics, books, lotions, medication, blankets, sheets. And a small collection of Omega and Alpha sex toys.
“If you don’t …” Dominic says anxiously.
“Are you serious right now?” I ask, cutting him off as I swing around. The other two look similarly nervous. Me shouting in a wobbly voice probably made it worse. I take another quick, noisy exhale in an attempt to calm the heck down. “How did you all do this? How did you build this nest? It’s like you dug inside my thoughts and understood what I wanted better than I did. But…”
Ryder’s hands are up, outstretched like he’s worried I’m about to take off running for the nearest corner to hide. I kind of feel like I am though, maybe he’s on to something. As a focus, I watch the light dancing on his face. His smile isbright and telling, but his scent, warm and thick like honey straight from the hive, registers more to my frayed Omega side. Perhaps not frayed, more completely gobsmacked because this nest is how I always imagined my nest to be. And I mean down to the smallest detail.
“It sounds like fate has been playing with the four of us for a long time, Sin. Since Dom, Hen, and I packed, we have each spent time in here, adding little bits of us. Doing what felt right. And, Sin, look at me, this is important. No other person has even been in here.”
I hear what he’s saying; his words register, but my feelings are still too big, and I feel like I’m going to pop. I bite my lips in an attempt to stop squealing.
Dominic’s designation blasts outwards, causing my eyes to jump to him, and I don’t understand the look I find. He’s more than irritated, he is furious.
“Hey?”
“Nor inside our home,” he snaps.
“What?” I am confused, honestly, I’m still shaken to the core. This nest has been built by the three of them to exactly match my ideal space, which I’ve never shared with a soul. “Dominic, what?”
His brown eyes twist and change with each breath he takes. And the storm I see in them, so different than his usual composure, has me abandoning my own shock so I can focus on him.
“You look so torn, Simona, that it’s ripping me apart. But no one has been inside our home for a long time, and no other person alive has stepped inside this room.” His words are said fast, loud and clear before they fall away, like his confidence does. “We built it for you.”
I rush him, pretty much climbing him like a ladder so he has no choice but to hold me. I rub my face over the stubble on his cheeks. It feels so natural to do it, the same as being inhis arms. “Dom, feel me here.” I tap his chest in the spot where I feel our bond. The shift in his eyes—from irritation to a low, hooded gaze—tells me his is in the same spot. “I’m not upset by anything. At all. Use our bond and you’ll see I’m deliriously happy. I know no one has been in here.”
“No one has,” he replies lightning fast.
“I know. You made me this, Dom? Holy crap, you know I kind of adored you already but now I find out you’re a nest virtuoso? I am never leaving you. Not that I was. But. Holy. Crap. This is me, Dom. Which I get probably doesn’t make sense and I know I sound like I am rambling because I am, but I can’t express how flawless, faultless, exquisite, ideal, amazing…”
Ryder is laughing against my shoulder. “So I think it is safe to say that Simona loves the nest we built her. Pack Torres did well.”
“The only thing that would make it better is being in that incredible nest together, scenting the beautiful blankets, pillows, honestly every inch of it with our bodies while you make me yours.”
“You’re already mine,” Dominic snaps.
“I know. And I love it. Now, let’s bond again, and kick start my heat so I can do all these really fucking wicked things I want to without wondering if I have the courage to ask.”
