But the truth is, I feel more comfortable and secure in this room than anywhere else I’ve ever been. Like it’s safe. Protected. Mine.
I find myself automatically folding and arranging the blankets, creating little nooks and comfortable spots, nestling between them while nibbling on chocolate-covered nuts from the cupboard.
Yep. I am living my best life right now. And part of me is insisting these are the signs that my heat is coming—the whole nesting and being continuously horny. But I push those aside.
Last night, I slept in Slater’s bed after the hours we spent at the spa. Well,passed outis more accurate. After our marathon sex session at the spa, I could barely move from complete exhaustion. The man pretty much had to carry me everywhere, including to his truck, into the house, up the stairs, and into his bed.
I’m definitely aching between my thighs in the best possible way, because holy hell, that man knows how to thoroughly fuck someone. He’s savage in the absolute best way.
The door opens, and all four of them file in. I sit up from my nest of blankets, probably looking ridiculous with chocolate on my fingers. I quickly lick them clean.
“Wow, this is a lot,” I say, gesturing around. “Seriously. I love it so much, but you really didn’t need to do all this.”
“Yes, we did,” Slater says firmly, his steel-gray eyes warm.
“You deserve it all,” Dylan adds with that bright smile that always melts me.
Mason moves to the little fridge, pulling out a bottle of sparkling water. “Want a drink?”
Jasper is just standing there, staring at me with this expression on his face—captivated, lost, like he can’t quite believe what he’s seeing.
“What?” I ask, suddenly self-conscious.
“I still can’t believe you’re actually here with us,” he says quietly. “In our home. In your nest. It feels surreal.”
I laugh. “Trust me, it’s all incredibly new to me as well. Yesterday morning, I was convinced you all hated me, and now I’m living in your house, surrounded by luxury blankets.”
“We set up your radio equipment in one of the spare rooms downstairs,” Mason says, handing me the water. “The one with the good acoustics, as we figured you’d want to keep doing your show.”
“That’s amazing, thank you, and absolutely yes, I do.”
“And don’t think you’re getting off light with work,” Slater adds with a smirk. “You still need to do your social media role for Wilde Charters, as you were doing an amazing job.”
I blink at him. “Wait, since when?”
“Since you’re part of the pack now and you’re still making it up to us to show us how much we can trustyou.” He chuckles, approaching the bed and sitting beside me.
The moment he’s close, I feel that intense gravitational pull toward him, stronger than what I feel with the other guys. I know it’s the bond he forged between us with that bite mark.
Which means that if we’re apart for too long, it’s going to be painful. Aching. I’m essentially locked to these men now, andthings are happening so incredibly fast and I don’t know if I’m ready for this and what if I’m making another huge mistake and?—
Slater takes my hand gently, bringing it to his lips and kissing my knuckles. “Calm breaths, little Omega. I can feel your panic through the bond. It’s a lot of changes very quickly. I know.”
“Now, when you’re ready,” Jasper says, drawing my attention, “we have breakfast waiting for you downstairs. And then we’re starting training in the gym in the basement.”
I blink at all of them. “You have a gym?”
Dylan drops down on my other side, and I can’t help admiring how gorgeous he is. The way his long hair falls around his face. Those green eyes that sparkle with desire. All of them are unfairly attractive, and I still need to pinch myself to believe that they actually want me.
“Let’s give her some time to adjust to being here,” Dylan says reasonably.
“No, I’m fine. I’m sure.” I shake my head. “Why am I training in a gym, again?”
Dylan leans against me, his shoulder warm. “We’re going to teach you how to convincingly be a real male so you can win over that dick Reed. Make sure he doesn’t get suspicious when we infiltrate his business and his big event for insider information.”
“Right. Yes. Okay, that makes sense.” I start to get out of bed when I notice Mason flicking through my sketchbook on my nightstand. “Hey, that’s mine!”
“I know,” he says, not looking up, clearly absorbed. “Fuck me, these are incredible. But are these sketches of us? Because I swear this one looks exactly like Slater, and this one is definitely me.”
