Gideon hands the second water bottle to Grayson, accepting the press of fingers to his as the apology it is.
Once Grayson is distracted, Gideon helps Rowan rifle through the cooler, eventually settling on the container that holds the roast chicken Gideon had made for wraps and a stir-fry yesterday.
Nix’s nose goes up in the air the instant the lid cracks open.
Rowan can’t hand it over fast enough, and within seconds, Nix has sucked an entire chicken leg clean of its protein and has started on the second.
No less riveted than the others, Gideon watches as Nix devours the meal, leaving the entire chicken stripped clean.
“Holy shit, Nix. That was like watching a school of piranhas devour anantelope,” Rowan says with awe—and no small amount of arousal.
Nix licks his fingers and asks, “Is there more? Please?”
He hands the container back, and Luca pulls out a container of blueberries. There’s a flash of disappointment, but he smiles anyway.
It’s good to see Nix eating and, better yet, asking for what he needs.
Grayson sets him down gently and pulls a pair of sweats on from the enormous pile of scented laundry.
“I’ll go get you more, Angel. Okay?”
“No! No one leaves the nest!” he growls, and his voice vibrates deep into Gideon’s bones.
In his attempt to stop Grayson from leaving, Nix tosses the blueberries everywhere. They land in Gideon’s hair and are crushed into the mattress.
With a growl and a grin, Grayson falls backward, rolling them back into the bed and licking the chicken grease off his omega’s face. Thankfully, Nix seems momentarily appeased.
Luca hands Gideon his phone. “It’s okay; we’ll get one of the others to bring more.”
He sends the group text, hoping to reach someone before they get home because Gideon thinks no one is leaving once they’re here.
Shifting from foot to foot and palming his dick, Rowan looks antsy. Sort of like a toddler’s pee-pee dance.
“What’s up, Ro?” Gideon asks.
The enigma flushes. “Gotta piss.” He shifts again. “But I can’t leave.”
“Just go, silly,” Luca says and shoos him toward the restroom while Nix is distracted. “Be quick, and don’t wash anything but your hands.”
Rowan stands frozen. “I can’t,” he whines. “Like, I literally cannot leave the nest. Nix, you have to let me go—”
Holy shit.
When Nix said don’t leave, he meant it.Is that like an Omega Voice?It didn’t feel at all like an Alpha Voice.
Nix has Grayson on his back and is holding his hard cock up so he can slide down with a groan. He’s not paying any attention to the big alpha’s desperate question as Grayson murmurs words of love and praise.
Intent on testing the theory, Luca gets up and moves to the edge of the nest, managing a single foot up on the edge before he falls flat on his ass.
“Gideon, do something!” Rowan looks desperate.
“Okay, okay. Just hang on.” He knee-walks toward Nix, whose face is a glorious pink, with nipples bright red and a belly covered in bite marks. As soon as Gideon gets close, Nix’s hand is around his neck—lightning fast.
“Gid, kiss.”
Nix leads with his tongue, and all Gideon can do is kiss back, sucking his mate’s tongue to get the taste of him all the way to the back of his throat.
“Gideon!” Rowan shouts.
