Page 46 of Knot Their Boo
Across from the room, a small mini bar sits, holding baskets of heat-friendly treats and a small fridge. Beyond that, I can just make out the white ceramic of the tiled floor.
My feet carry me across the plush white carpet, leaving me in the doorway of what proves to be a master bathroom, with a shower big enough for all of us. My attention is snagged by the groan behind me as Rhian spots the large soaking tub in the corner when we peer inside. Looking at him as he bites his lip in the mirror, the haze of the heat around us flaring, has me leaning back into his chest.
When we turn back to see the alphas, they stand by the large sunken mattress that takes up the alcove under the largest dormer in the room. The same type of gauzy curtains that were layered over the black out curtains are wound between the beams in emerald green and sage. Firm looking cushions line the edges while the mattress is covered in an assortment of black and light gold blankets. Various textures of blanket and pillows were placed around the sides, ready to be used within the nest. I spot shades of purple, green and blue among the fabrics and smile at this alpha’s thoughtfulness.
“So this is where all my missing belongings ended up,” Rhian chuckles, walking over to see a large basket at the edge of the bed holding an assortment of shirts and blankets. He took his maskoff at some point, and Taron clears his throat, looking very shy all of a sudden. Some of the fog has cleared, letting me know my heat hasn’t fully started yet. Rhian also seems a little more clear-minded, and I wonder if our hormones are syncing.
“I know that omegas need familiar scents for their nests. I didn’t want you two to hate it,” Taron explains. “I added some of my things as well. And Colter’s. Along with both of your stuff, of course. There are more options in the baskets on the bookcase.”
“At least I know what happened to the stuff missing from my gym bag now,” Colter huffs, smirking. I also find the couch blanket that went missing last week, and a few pillows I thought Plum stashed away the last time she spent the night.
“Do you want a tour of the house, or do you want to work on the nest? I can go get some snacks and things while you two arrange the nest? Fuck, did I mess this all up? You two don’t have to lie to me. If you hate it, we can go somewhere else? Do you want to go to your place, Sable? O-or yours, Rhian.” Taron is rambling, looking ready to bolt, and I shake my head, reaching for him.
“Hey, it’s okay, alpha. This is great, stop worrying yourself,” I say as I pull him into a hug, nuzzle under his chin and mark him with my scent. The effect it has on him is instant, and I smile as he relaxes in my arms.
“My nest is in my room, in a house that I share with my brothers. I really don’t think we want to go there for this.” Rhian chuckles.
“And mine is tiny anyway. We would have to build it in my living room on the floor. This is way better,” I say, pressing a kiss to his chest, before pulling away. “I’ve always spent my heats alone with drugs and toys. This will be my first time sharing it,” I confess, and Rhian nods.
“Same,” the other omega admits.
“I haven’t been with anyone since you,” Taron murmurs, and I frown.
“Do you mean…”
“Six years ago? Yeah.” Taron nods, his cheeks burning red as he grips the back of his neck.
“Oh wow,” Rhian and I say at the same time as we stare at the alpha.
“Like at all?” I ask, surprised mostly because Taron is fucking hot as hell, I know he’s been hit on a lot since I left. “Not even just, like, a blow job?”
“No.” Taron shrugs, glances around the room, and then retreats. “I’ll grab more snacks and water.”
“What about you, big guy, got any confessions?” Rhian teases, gesturing to Colter.
“I’ve only ever knotted Sable.” He shrugs. "But I’ve had sex in the last six years. Not a lot, but…” he clears his throat, and I blink at him. Taron and Colter have only ever knotted me? Oh sweet Jesus, why is that so hot?
“I’m not going to lie, a lot of filthy thoughts are filling my head right now.” Rhian smirks, and I nod.
“Same,” I agree, turning away from our alpha to face the nest. “We should get this ready for later. Once my heat hits, there's no way I’m going to be clear-headed enough to arrange anything.”
“Right.” Rhian looks over at Colter. “Take your pants off,” he demands, surprising the big guy, and for a second, I don’t think he’ll do it. But bless the man, he follows his instincts, and undoes the button and zipper slowly. I watch him pull them down his thick thighs and smile. Damn, he’s fucking fine.
By the time Taron returns, Rhian and I have a good-sized nest put together with each of our scents mixed in.
“I bought these as well,” Taron says as pushes on a panel in the wall, revealing a hidden closet. When he opens the door wide enough, I can see it’s stuffed with blankets and pillows.“They’re cooling blankets to help with your temperature spikes,” he explains, and Colter gives him a sideways look. “Okay, technically, they were a suggestion from Colter.”
“We use them sometimes at the firehouse,” Colter shrugs, and I smile at the big guy.
“Thanks, hero,” I tease, shooting him a wink, but now that all of us are closed in this room, all of our scents mixing so perfectly, my hormones go wild. My scent fills the room with my need as I perfume for them. “Do you mind if I shower?” I blurt.
“Help yourself. It’s stocked with everything you’ll need,” Taron says, leaning down to breathe in my scent before I escape to the bathroom.
Sable
I’m clumsy as I turn the water on, setting it to the hottest temperature. The slick pooling between my thighs makes me shift my knees together. I’m struggling to get control of myself as I stumble toward the sink, resting my hands against it as I breathe deeply. It’s only seconds before the door is opening, and Rhian steps in behind me, leaving the door wide open. His bare chest glistens with light perspiration as he gets under the soft light of the vanity, and I have this insane urge to lick it off. I can’t see the alphas, but their combined scents hit me like a shot of adrenaline.
“Fuck, your scent… I need you, Sable,” Rhian groans, a hint of his omega whine slipping in.
