I rolled my eyes and pushed up off the bed. This room was beautiful too. In the same color scheme as the nest, with rich burgundy walls and traces of gold. It was mine, but they slept in here with me most nights. Not every night. Sometimes one of them stole me away for one-on-one time, which I wasn’t complaining about.
But we didn’t need food in order to have sex.
“It isnota food sex party.”
“Whatever you say. Love you, va-va.”
“Love you.” I ended the call before she could say anything else about food and sex.
The entire bottom floor was filled with the scent of pasta. “I know that I just said yes to bonding, but maybe you should have waited to ask until after you see the sheer amount of food I’m about to consume.”
“Sweetheart, you know we watch everything you do like it’s a nature documentary,” Liam said, handing me a plate that was already loaded.
I intentionally sat in an armchair so they couldn’t distract me from the food. “Not sure I love the comparison to a wild animal tearing apart prey.”
He smirked. “If it fits. Just kidding. I mean, I’ll watch whatever you do like it’s a movie and not want to look away. Incredible amounts of food or not.”
Staring at him for a moment longer, I narrowed my eyes before I nodded. “Better.”
Jack placed my glass of wine on the end table and leaned down and kissed my forehead. “How many people do you think you’ll have to invite?”
I shrugged and bit into the best fettuccine bolognese I’d ever tasted. “No idea. Probably way more than I want. Why?”
He stretched out in his chair, long legs sprawled. He still wore his boots from when he’d been out earlier today. The jeans he wore and the way his t-shirt stretched over his chest and arms… my alpha washot.
His mouth tipped up into the tiniest smirk when he saw me looking, and one tipped eyebrow followed. Like he was asking me if I wassureI hadn’t wanted to christen the nest earlier.
“Figured there are a couple of options,” he said. “Private or public. We don’t care either way, so it depends on what you want to do with it.”
“I’m still not sure what you mean.”
Dylan sat on the floor, using the coffee table as an actual table. “What he means is we thought it might be fun to do it at the theatre where we met. Where the DCAs are held. What do you think?”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
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EVA
Butterflies whirled in my stomach.
I sat in front of a mirror in dressing room number two backstage at the Maher Concert Hall. The same theatre where the DCAs were held, and the same dressing room where they first kissed me.
Half of the dressing room was shuttered behind curtains, where there was a bed set up for when we came backstage and fucked the hell out of each other before going to the reception. But this half was filled with my friends, and it was only a few minutes until everything started.
“You look perfect,” Petra said. “Seriously. I hate to tell you this, but I don’t know if you’ll ever be able to top this with a red carpet. Ever.”
I laughed. “That’s fine with me. I’m not going to complain if they pull out photos of us to use. You mean you’re going to remind people that I’m bonded to four super-hot Alphas? Please do.”
We were going to take some photos of the five of us first. Because even with touch-ups, it wouldn’t be the same after. That, and there were so many people who would be here, I wanted a moment that was only them. Pictures of us and everyone else could come later.
Sloane lounged on one of the couches with a glass of champagne. “Well, cheers to being the first of us to bite the dust,” she said, lifting the glass. “May your happiness be the first domino.”
“Oh, it will be.” I put the finishing touches on my lipstick. Jenny still didn’t do my lip line the way I liked, but the rest was great, so it was a small price to pay.
A soft knock came on the door. “How are we doing in here?” Freya, the wedding planner—who was also a certified badass—stuck her head through the door.
“Doing great.”
