Page 85 of Deadly Sweet

“There is?” Walker asks, brows furrowed in confusion.

Jake smiles. “Trust me?” He holds his hand out. I should say no and laugh in his face, but as I look into his green eyes, I know in my soul I can trust this man with my life.

So I nod my head and take his hand.

He leads me to a staircase towards the back of the house. I follow after him, his large, warm hand embracing mine. Opening the door at the top, he pushes it open, and we step in.

“It’s a little dirty. We don’t use this space. We would need to get a bed and other things, but–”

“Jake! This is the attic. You're joking, right?” Walker chastises. “It’s so small and–”

“Perfect,” I finish in awe as I look around the space. Walker is right—it’s small but it’s honestly perfect.

“It is?” Leroy asks, sounding confused.

“Look!” Caleb says excitedly, pointing up to the ceiling.

I follow the direction he’s pointing in and gasp. “Oh my god,” I squeal. In the ceiling, there is a big skylight. “I want this room.” I laugh, flinging out my arms and spinning in a circle with my head thrown back. Looking up, I smile. “It’s perfect. My bed can go here. I can open the window at night, feel the breeze on my face, and look up at the stars,” I say dreamily.

“And that's not even the best part,” Jake says, moving over to a door on the other side of the room.

Rushing over, I laugh like a damn little kid. Getting down on my knees, I crawl into the little crawl space. “My nest,” I whisper, tears stinging my eyes again.It’s the dust. It has to be.

“There’s even a window in here too. If you feel trapped, or like you need air.”

Moving into a seated position, I sit and look around, my heart racing as my mind tries to process all the emotions.

Closing my eyes, I just take in the moment.

If I were ever to believe in some sort of higher being, it would be right now.

I can't remember all the times I’d stay up, lying in my bed and looking up at the ceiling as I dreamed about a pack of Alpha knights in shining armor coming to save me and bring me home to love and care for me.

Now, it’s real.

No, they didn’t get me out themselves. The brother and sister of one of my Alphas were the ones to save me. But I mean, come on. It’s fate. I don’t see it any other way.

Blinking my eyes open, I wipe away the pesky tears and crawl out of the space I’ll be turning into my nest.

“Are you okay?” Jake asks me softly.

“I need something,” I tell him, holding my chin high, trying not to feel weird about this needy feeling that has to be coming off me in waves.

“Anything,” Caleb is quick to say.

“I’m gonna be honest, so know this now: I don’t think this feeling is going to go away—if anything, it’s going to get worse. If you don’t like it, well, fuck you because I need you all.”

“What is it, Little Monster?” Leroy asks.

“I’m going to need attention. A lot of it. I’m going to demand it, crave it. Go crazy without it. That includes physical touch. You would think after everything I’ve been through, I’d hate being touched, but nope. The longer one of you don’t have your hands on me, the more I feel like I want to bury myself into your body. So pretty much, I’m going to be needy as fuck.”

They all let out soft chuckles, and my shoulders relax. They don’t sound like they’re laughing at me.

“That makes me so fucking hard,” Caleb groans.

“Everything makes you hard,” Jake counters.

“No; everything our little Omega does makes me hard.” Caleb grins.

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