Page 113 of Knot Your Sunshine
But then they're leading me to the bedroom, and coherent thought abandons me entirely.
The bed is huge, like it could accommodate a dozen people. It's pristine and perfectly made with crisp, expensive white sheets that look like silk. The view here is gentler, overlooking a section of reef where a massive green sea turtle rests on a ledge, completely at peace.
I turn to look at them, and an image hits me suddenly: my three gorgeous alphas in this bed with me, their scents filling the air, their hands on my skin while the ocean surrounds us. A hot, sharp throb shoots through my core at the thought, so intense I have to grab the doorframe.
"Mia?" Josh's voice is concerned. "You okay?"
"Fine," I manage, but my voice comes out breathy. "Just... this place is making my omega very, very happy. Meaning I can feel my heat is knocking on the door."
Josh takes one of my hands while Keanu takes the other. Noa stands behind me, his hand making gentle circles on my shoulder blade.
"So this place is really, truly okay?" Keanu asks, his voice soft and full of concern. "For your heat I mean? We want you to be completely comfortable. If you'd prefer somewhere else, we have backup options. Just say the word."
I look around the magical sanctuary they've brought me to, then at the faces of my alphas, full of love and concern. My omega purrs with satisfaction.
"It's more than okay," I say, my voice thick with emotion and building need. "It's perfect."
"Good," Noa after a moment, voice rough. "Because you'll find we brought everything you might need. Let's go have a look." He points to the duffel bags in the living room, and my eyes drift to one of them which seems to have broken at the zip. Feeling drawn to it like a magnet, I drift over and peek inside, my fingers immediately itching to touch everything. It's filled with the softest materials imaginable: blankets, pillows and throws infrom what I can see. So many beautiful, soft things. My omega brain immediately starts calculating how to arrange them, layer them, create the perfect—
Oh God I can feel it. I need to nest.
"Alright gentlemen, Ireallylike what I'm seeing," I say, trying for casual and probably failing miserably. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'll just, uh, take this bag to the bedroom so I can... change. Or whatever."
The words are ridiculous, but nesting feels so intimate that just thinking of saying it out loud makes my face turn crimson. But their faces shift from amused to something darker, hungrier, like they know exactly what 'or whatever' means.
"Oh and also," I add, heat flooding my cheeks, "could you... would you mind giving me what you're wearing? Your shirts, I mean?"
The last traces of amusement vanish from their faces. Three sets of eyes darken to black.
Without a word, Josh reaches back and pulls his t-shirt over his head in one smooth motion. Keanu follows suit, and then Noa, and suddenly I'm faced with three shirtless alphas, all that gorgeous skin on display, muscles defined from whatever mysterious workouts they seem to do when I'm not around.
The ache in my core turns up another notch.
I gather their shirts with shaking hands, and I can't help but bury my nose in each one like some kind of scent sommelier. Their scents envelop me, coffee and cardamom, yuzu and ocean salt, vetiver and ambergris… it's divine and I have to bite back a whimper. But my nesting instincts somehow override my impromptu aromatherapy session, and I drape my fragrant bounty around my neck so my hands are free to drag the bag to the bedroom.
And so I try… but the bag doesn't move an inch.
A distressed, embarrassingly high-pitched omega whine escapes my throat before I can stop it.
All three alphas rush toward me at once.
"God, Sunshine, we're so sorry," Keanu says, looking mortified. "We were just... you with our shirts... we got distracted by the scene."
"Let me." Noa grabs the bag with one hand like it weighs nothing and heads toward the bedroom. "It's completely normal you couldn't move it you know, it's... densely packed."
As he carries the bag away, Keanu sidles up next to me, his bare chest radiating heat. "Take all the time you need, Sunshine. We'll be right here."
Josh nods, clearly fighting to keep his voice steady. "And we've got enough supplies for a week by the way. Food, water, everything you could need. Right in the other bag."
A week. I will potentially stay here a week, alone with my alphas in a cozy underwater nest while I go through my heat.
My omega is already half-gone at the thought.
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Noa's still in the bedroom when I enter, having just set down the massive duffel bag. The underwater light paints his bare chest in shades of blue and gold, and the sight of him there, in what will beourspace, makes something possessive and hungry rear up inside me.
My omega brain starts taking the wheel, and my thoughts begin to spiral into an endless loop ofnest, nest, nestandalpha, alpha, alpha.
