I blink back tears as I bite my lip.
THE NEXT MORNING, Iwoke up to Zilas rubbing his cock on my lips. The nest is empty except the two of us.
A quick blowjob for him and he kisses me gently, cupping my caged cock affectionately. “I’ll make breakfast,” he offers. “Come down when you’re ready.”
I climb out of the nest and pull on some trousers and one of the few tee shirts I had brought from home. ‘Visit the McWilson Museum!’ scrawls across the front, with a drawing of the museum building.
As I head for the door, the kitten attacks my feet. I chuckle, bending down to scoop him up. “You maniac,” I say fondly as I boop his nose. I snuggle him in my arms as I touch our tree on my way down the stairs. When I get to the kitchen, I put the squirmy kitten down gently as I note that both the ladies aresitting at the kitchen table. As I stand, I see Zilas pour damn near half a pound of coffee into the grinder.
“Woah,” I laugh, crossing to Zilas and holding out my hand, “That’s way too much in one go.”
He hands me the grinder. “You never mentioned how much, only to grind the coffee seeds and to use hot water for extracting the goodness.”
I grin, “Beans. Coffeebeans.”
A streak of bright green darts from under the table. He races around the room like a lunatic kitten.
“Zoomies,” I say fondly. “Our cats get them too.”
“Did you settle on a name?” Ink asks, pursing her lips as she looks at the beast. She’s trying not to smile. I grin.
“Basil,” I say firmly, squatting, making the universal cat pspspsp sound
Basil immediately stops his crazed running and trot-tumbles over those enormous feet of his to me, rubbing his head against my offered hand.
When he loses interest in me, I stand, taking the grinder from under my arm where I had tucked it. I gesture towards the silver-lidded pot. “Can someone unscrew and rinse the espresso pot?”
Zilas steps forward, snatching it quickly, and I try not to smile at how wonderful and helpful and attentive they all are.
“Show me again, please, cutie. I want to make sure I got it right,” he says with a smirk. Ink takes the pot from him and heads to the sink silently. Zilas grabs the grinder.
“Okay, so three scoops of the beans into the top,” I direct, stepping forward and nearly tripping over Basil, who lets out an affronted yowl. I scoop him up and tuck him into the crook ofmy arm. “Lid goes on,” I narrate as Zilas does each step, “Crank for about two minutes and—”
“Does not translate, wedari,” Azane interrupts from her place at the table.
“Um, count to one hundred or so,” I say. Zilas dutifully counts. Ink turns with the cleaned espresso pot. “Unscrew it and fill the bottom with water, and put the little cup in the bottom.”
Zilas hits one hundred and looks at me.
“Pour that in,” I gesture, disturbing a grumbling Basil. I quickly scratch behind his ears and he stretches, his insanely dangerous-looking claws extending, but luckily not digging into me.
“Screw the top on and put it on the stove. And we wait for it to bubble. When it’s done, we can add all kinds of things, such as the glohas syrup, or drink it as is.”
Azane clears her throat, and the smile drops off my face.Is she mad at me? Did I do something wrong?
Shit, is this related to the omega hormones?Ugh, do women feel like this when they are getting their period? This is kind of trash.
Her and Ink purr quietly, to which Basil stops his grumbling. I look down at him, confused, but also to avoid my alphas’ eyes. I’m kind of overwhelmed right now.
“It’s not bad, omega,” Azane reassures. “In addition to...Basil, we did something else. For both of you. Well, forallof us,” she corrects herself.
Ink steps in, “I secured a lease on a market building. So we can open a bakery-coffee-house type thing.” She pauses. “If you boys want to, that is.”
“Of course!” Zilas blurts, the excitement clear in his voice.
I grin, looking up and taking in my pack. They seem to be waiting on me.
“Oh!Yes, of course!” I hurry to add. “Thank you, alphas!”
