I could hear movement upstairs and headed for the attic. Mason was already working on his den. It looked almost identical to his old one, but I couldn’t fault him for that. There was comfort in the familiar.
He was so in the zone, fully captivated by arranging his space, that I didn’t want to disturb him.
Instead, I moved across the hall to check on Lennon. My poor sweet delta looked out of his element. He’d picked out his own things for this room and it was perfect. Instead of the dark colors of Mason’s den, he chose a mix of blues. It reminded me of the ocean at night. He had a small TV to one side and then a mattress on the other. It was just big enough for the two of us, and I couldn’t help but picture the things we could get up to in here.
“What’s my omega thinking about?” Lennon husked as he moved closer.
I guess I wasn’t as subtle as I thought, my scent gave me away, as it always did.
“Just thinking how fun it’ll be when you rut me in that bed there,” I said, not bothering to hide my thoughts.
“I’ve never given into those instincts, but I’ll rut you right now, princess.” Lust burned bright in my delta’s eyes as he stared me down, a direct challenge to my omega to see if I was going to give in.
It sounded perfect, and honestly, what better way to stave off the stress than a couple of orgasms?
I lunged forward, pulling him to me, holding on tightly to his shirt as I pressed my mouth to his.
He backed me toward the bed, deepening the kiss.
Then our names were called from downstairs.
He let out a defeated groan, and I chuckled. “Rain check, because I’m not gonna be able to get that out of my head.”
“You got it, princess,” he said, placing a sweet kiss on my forehead before guiding me down the stairs to join our pack.
I was such a sucker for those forehead kisses.
Mason walked out of his room at the same time we did, giving us a look and a smirk, but not calling us out.
“You know you would’ve done the same,” Lennon grumbled.
Mason didn’t bother to deny it. We all knew it was true.
When we walked into the kitchen where the others were waiting, Cade caught us up to speed. “Everything’s unloaded. Kieran and I are getting ready to take the trucks back. Lennon, Mason… Coach called and they want a meeting with you.”
We all froze, but he waved a hand between us. “Don’t freak out. It’s literally just about security protocols. You shouldn’t be gone long.”
That left me with Wilder.
“Wilder and I’ll handle dinner. Hurry back to us,” I said.
“Sure thing, princess,” Cade said, walking over and giving me a kiss before snagging the keys off the counter and heading outside. Kieran followed suit, his kiss lingering this time, nipping at my lip.
“You smell divine.”
I blushed, my scent perfuming again, and he chuckled. “You’re too easy, princess.”
Mason and Lennon were so nervous that their goodbyes were quick and hasty before they were out the door.
When I glanced over at Wilder, he looked tired.
“What do you say we find the box with our new books and snuggle up in my nest?” I asked. “We can order pizza when it’s closer to time. I would guess we’ve got at least an hour or two.”
“Say less,” Wilder laughed, hurrying up to our library on the second floor.
Wilder had already made progress in here. The books weren’t neat on the shelves, but they were spread out around the room in piles, as if he was figuring out how to organize them. He quickly navigated the wreckage to find the books in question before holding them up with a triumphant smile. Then he moved toward me, throwing me over his shoulder and carrying me up the stairs. I swear they loved to show off their muscles.
Especially Wilder.
