“Weird? Fuck, no. It’s what omegas do; theynest.”
Grayson shakes the folded blankets out. “You know those books Finn left on the table? Well, they talk about how omegas like to put soft things in their beds, like blankets and even clothes from their mates.”
“But I thought the big nest room was a nest?”
He knows that’s what it’s called, and Leo had even called it Luca’s nest. But Luca was a beta, right?
Nix folds the green blanket and places it over his pillows, and it’simmediately right.
Grayson hands him the purple one back, but Nix shakes his head and shakes out a red one, scrunching it up along the top edge of the pillows, between the headboard and the pillow’s edge. It doesn’t smell like pine, but maybe Nix could get Jamie in here and fix it before bedtime.
“It is a nest, and it has been Luca’s for so long. He’s a beta, but he’s got really powerful instincts now that he’s in therapy, and it makes him so happy. Everything has a place, and even when we’re in it, we’re where he wants us to be, ya know?”
Nix knows. Luca had dragged and prodded him on each occasion that he’d been in the nest until he was “just right.” But Luca didn’t have too many blankets or soft things in there, just people.
But his bed—that was a giant pile of laundry.
They’d bonded on Leo’s shirt. Nix could smell the entire pack that night.
That was a nest?
“I want one too, Gray.”
He doesn’t just want these freshly washed blankets, though; he wants them scented, and he wants sweaters and t-shirts and hoodies and whatever else that smells like mate.
Nix’s wolf puts his feet in motion, and he is out the door, along the hallway, and knocking on Rowan’s door before Grayson can stop him.
There’s a blue scrunchie on the knob. Before he can wonder why, it’s yanked open so fast that Nix jumps back.
Rowan looks grumpy at being interrupted. He’s shirtless, the scent of black currant and spiced rum heavy in the air. He’s got two purple hickeys on his collarbone.
“The scrunchie is on the door for a reason—oh!”
His face morphs from annoyed to smiling in a split second.
Grayson snorts at his rapid change in tune. “Sorry, Rowan. Nix is building a nest.”
“A nest?”
The alpha throws his broad shoulders back, even sounding excited at the thought.
“I think he wants something of yours for it. Isn’t that right, Angel?”
“If it wouldn’t be too much trouble, Rowan? I need…”
Rowan pulls him into his very tidy room, where there is a pile of quickly discarded clothing in the middle of the floor.
Finn is sitting up, naked, but with a pillow in his lap. He looks a bit flustered, and Nix spares a bit of regret for what he’s about to do—but Nix wants that pillow.
He can’t stop himself, and lightning-fast, he’s grabbed it out of Finn’s hands and has it up to his nose. It’s fresh black currant arousal and older spiced rum. It’s perfect.
“Sorry, Finn, but I need this.”
Rowan laughs, kisses his cheek, and then tackles Finn back on the bed, kissing him senseless.
“I think I’ll survive,” Finn gets out between Rowan’s kisses.
He’d like to stay to see what Finn and Rowan are doing, but…he can’t get his nest out of his mind.
