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“Yeah,” he says. “We could bring blankets, pillows, and make a fort in your living room. I’ll bake cookies and bring snacks. Have a movie marathon. Safety in numbers, you know?”
The suggestion is so delightful and sweet.
“That actually sounds really fun,” I admit.
Theo’s face lights up. “Great! I’ll tell the others.”
After he leaves, I find myself moving around the cottage with a new purpose. I clean, rearrange furniture to create more floor space, and pull extra blankets the guys left behind. As I work, I realize I’m doing more than just tidying; I’m building a space for us all to be together.
I’m nesting.
The realization stops me in my tracks, a folded blanket still in my hands.
Instead of panicking as I might have before, I embrace the instinct.
Yes, I’m nesting.
Yes, these men are my mates.
And it feels absolutely right.
By seven o’clock, my cottage is transformed. I’ve pushed the coffee table aside, creating space in the living room. Pillows and blankets form a soft foundation, with more blankets ready to drape over chairs to create a makeshift fort. I’ve even strung up some of the fairy lights Theo left behind, giving the room a warm, magical glow.
It’s perfectly cozy.
When the knock comes, my heart leaps. I open the door to find all three of them loaded down with supplies—Theo carrying what appears to be several containers of food, Rowan with astack of blankets and pillows, and Liam with a projector and laptop.
“Wow,” Theo says as they enter, looking around the transformed space. “You’ve been busy.”
“It looks…” Rowan pauses, his eyes taking in the nest I’ve created, understanding dawning in his expression. “Perfect.”
Liam doesn’t say anything, but his scent deepens with appreciation as he sets up the projector and aims it at the blank wall.
Theo bustles to the kitchenette, unpacking his containers. “I brought chocolate chip cookies, caramel popcorn, those brownies you liked from the other day, and some savory stuff so we don’t all go into sugar comas.”
We settle into the nest of blankets and pillows, me in the center with Theo on one side, Rowan on the other, and Liam completing the circle. The movie starts—something light and funny that doesn’t require much concentration—but I find myself more aware of them than the screen.
Theo’s thigh presses against mine, warm through the fabric of our pajama pants. Rowan’s arms, resting behind me, are not quite touching, but they are close enough that I can feel his heat. Liam’s legs are extended in front of him, and he occasionally brushes mine when he reaches for popcorn.
Their combined scents create a cocoon of joy, making my omega purr with intoxicating pleasure, my skin tingle with awareness, and my core throb with need.
I shift slightly, trying to ease the growing ache between my thighs, and Rowan’s eyes flick to me, his nostrils flaring as he catches the change in my scent. Heat floods my cheeks as slick coats my panties, my body responding to being surrounded by my mates in this intimate setting.
“You okay?” Theo whispers, leaning closer.
“Fine,” I whisper back, but my voice comes out huskier than intended.
Theo’s eyes widen. His pupils dilate, and the cinnamon in his scent intensifies. On my other side, Rowan has gone very still, breathing deeper than before.
Only Liam seems unaffected, his attention still on the movie—until I notice his white-knuckled grip on the blanket beside him, the tension in his jaw. He’s not unaffected; he’s just better at hiding it.
I try to get myself under control.
Instead, I find myself leaning back slightly, pressing against Rowan’s arm until he shifts, wrapping it around my shoulders and drawing me against his side.
“Is this okay?” he murmurs, his lips close to my ear, sending shivers down my spine.
“Yes,” I breathe, turning my face toward him. Our eyes lock, and the heat in his gaze makes me whimper with need.
