Page 114 of Knot Your Sunshine
I cross the room and pull his head down to mine, kissing him with all the building need coursing through my veins. He makes a surprised sound that turns into a growl, his hands sliding under my shirt to cup my breasts.
I gasp into his mouth as his thumbs brush over my nipples, and a sharp throb of pleasure shoots straight to my core. Fora moment, a part of me seriously considers abandoning the nesting altogether and just dragging him onto the bed.
But my other instinct takes over, speaking to me louder.No. The nest comes first.
"As much as I'd love to explore where this is going," I pant against his lips, "I have work to do."
His eyes are dark, pupils blown wide. "Mia—"
"Out." I give him a gentle push toward the door, though 'gentle' is relative when I'm starting to lose any rational thought. "I need to... prepare."
Understanding dawns in his expression, followed by something tender and reverent. "Take all the time you need," he says, pressing one more kiss to my forehead before leaving, closing the door softly behind him.
Finally alone, I turn my full attention to the treasure trove they've brought me.
I empty the entire duffel bag onto the floor, and my breath catches. There's much more in there than I initially thought. Silk pillowcases, cashmere throws, bamboo sheets... And interspersed throughout are more of their personal items: worn t-shirts, broken-in hoodies, sweaters…
I inhale them deeply, along with their shirt scarf and I nearly pass out.
Fuuck, that smells like home…
They are mine.Alphas, mine.
My omega instincts take over completely, and I move on autopilot. The bed is massive, positioned perfectly to showcase the ocean view through the glass wall. I start with a base layer of the soft bamboo sheets, then I begin to build.
Josh's shirt goes to the left side of the bed, anchored under a pillow. Keanu's gets woven into the blankets on the right. Noa's becomes part of the headboard arrangement. I add layers, thecashmere throw here, a silk pillowcase there, creating walls that will cocoon without blocking the view.
I work in a fever dream of instinct, crawling across the bed to adjust and readjust. One of Josh's hoodies gets tucked into a corner. A sweater of Noa's becomes a crucial support pillow. Keanu's worn sleep pants get draped over the side within easy reach.
The ocean watches my work. A school of blue-striped snappers swims past, and I pause to make extra sure the nest's walls don't obstruct the view. The glass wall is part of the magic. I want to see the reef while I'm... while we're...
Heat floods my cheeks, pushing my omega to work even harder.
Twenty minutes later, I step back to admire my handiwork. The nest is perfect, a fortress of soft comfort that smells like my pack, with strategic gaps that maintain the underwater view. It's a balance of intimacy and wonder.
I sink into the center of it, and it's like being held by all three of them at once. Their scents surround me, seep into my skin, make my omega purr with satisfaction.
This is mine. Bedroom, alphas.
My stomach growls, rudely interrupting my moment of triumph.
Food. Hungry. Alphas.
I scramble through what's left on the floor, grabbing the first oversized t-shirt I find. It hits mid-thigh. Nothing else. Can't think about clothes. In a little bit, clothes won't matter anyway. Need to eat. Need to go to alphas. Now.
I pad to the door and open it.
Three heads turn toward me in unison from where they're sprawled in the living room. Their eyes go dark when they see me in nothing but the t-shirt, hair mussed from nest-building, probably looking thoroughly debauched already.
"Hungry," I announce, the word coming out rough, breathy. Their stares burn into me, making coherent thought scatter. "Need food. Now. Before I can't."
I give them my best innocent smile, which based on Keanu's groan, isn't innocent at all.
Chapter forty-six
Keanu
I watch Mia lick honey from her fingers, and my chest does that thing where it feels too small for everything I'm feeling.
