Our omega rolls his eyes. “I don’t need drinks, I need dicks. You were all supposed to wait in the hallway until I was ready. Now I’m ready and you’re not all here. Do you see the problem?”
“I’m here! I’m here!” Davis appears, carrying a cardboard box I’m assuming has the drinks he went for. “I’m sorry, omega. It’s my job to provide you with what you need when you aren’t able to do it yourself.”
Crew’s eyes narrow. “I guess that’s acceptable. Now that you’re all here, please enter my nest. I expect you to strip as soon as you step inside.”
Davis hesitates. “Would it be okay if I put the drinks away first? The box is a little heavy and awkward. I’m not sure I could undress while holding it.”
“Oh, I’m happy to help with that.” Crew steps out of the nest and grasps the waistband of Davis’s sweats before yanking them down to his ankles.
Like us, he hadn’t bothered with anything underneath them since we knew we’d be getting naked soon enough.
Davis shrugs. “I guess that’s one way to do it. Thank you, omega.” Then he steps into the nest and beelines for the mini fridge while Crew collects the sweats.
Standing once more, he lifts his eyebrows and glances between us. “Well?”
“Oh, right.” I shove my pants down, quickly pulling them off and offering them to the waiting omega. Mason follows suit, and then the three of us are standing in the hallway naked.
“Much better.” Crew spins on his heel, moving toward Kiara and dumping the pants on top of her. “Find a good spot for these, please?”
Kiara grins up at him. “It would be my honor.”
I glance at Mason. “Are you ready for this?”
“Fuck no,” he admits quietly. “But we’re doing it, anyway.”
I chuckle as I follow him into the nest, shutting and locking the door behind us. There shouldn’t be anyone else in the house, but I’d rather be safe than sorry. I won’t allow my omega’s safety to be in question when he’s at his most vulnerable. Hell, when we’re all our most vulnerable.
Crew settles into the center of the nest on his knees as Kiara tucks our sweats into the nest. As soon as she finishes, she glances at Crew, who gives her a nod and a grin.
“It’s perfect. Isn’t it, alphas?”
A purr rips itself from my chest, surprising me—especially when I hear Mason doing the same thing. “You and Kiara built the very best nest. It would be my honor to join the two of you.”
“You may enter, alpha.” Crew spares me a glance before his attention focuses on Mason.
“You have created a fine nest, Crew. May I enter?”
Crew’s eyes narrow. “I did not build it alone.”
“Of course you didn’t. Kiara, thank you for helping Crew create such an amazing nest.”
Seemingly content with Mason’s words, Crew nods. “You may enter.”
“Crew, would you be willing to have an electrolyte drink before we proceed?” Davis asks, holding up multiple bottles.
“I don’t want to,” our omega pouts.
Kiara sighs. “Don’t start being a brat already—at least wait until you’re completely under the haze. He’ll take a red one, and I’ll take a blue one. Thank you, Davis.”
“Fine.” An exasperated sigh leaves Crew before he waves Davis over. “You may enter the nest, beta.”
“Thank you, omega.” Davis emphasizes Crew’s designation as he grins. He tosses me and Mason each a drink, and I open mine and swallow half of it down in one go.
Davis opens Crew’s before handing it to him, then does the same for Kiara. He settles beside Kiara before opening his own and chugging it.
“My heat is riding me hard,” Crew admits. “We won’t have long before I have zero awareness of what’s going on. Someone can fuck me while I fuck Kiara and once we bond, then they can bond with me. After that, I won’t be very lucid.”
“It should be Davis,” I say before anyone else can speak up. “Mason and I are both riding the edge of a rut. You need to bond with the betas first because we’re not going to be in the right headspace to let them near you for a bit.”