Chapter 46
Massimo
T he suite door clicks shut behind us, and I lock it with a firm hand. The moment we’re inside, Rowan and Sébastien break apart, like the only thing holding them upright was the SUV ride itself. Rowan stumbles around the suite trying to find the Nest, eyes glazed, cheeks flushed a deep pink. Sébastien follows behind her, already pulling at the collar of his shirt, sweat gleaming at his temples.
“Get them to the bed,” I snap, tossing my coat aside as I shoulder out of my jacket. “Now.”
Cole is already moving, guiding Sébastien with gentle hands while Xavier picks Rowan up like she weighs nothing, carrying her straight to the massive Nest set in the corner of the suite. Soft sheets, blankets, pillows, all prepped and waiting, but not good enough.
Not for Omegas in full-blown Heat. They want us . They want our scent. Rowan lets out a low, needy sound the moment she hits the edge of the Nest. She grabs at Xavier’s shirt. Clumsy, desperate fingers curling in the fabric like she’s trying to breathe him in.
“I need—” she pants. “I need your smell in it. Need all of you. Need you now.”
Sébastien isn’t far behind. He’s already kneeling on the edge of the mattress, hands on Cole’s chest, dragging his jacket off, burying his face in the fabric like its oxygen. “Please,” he whispers, voice wrecked. “Your scent. Everywhere.”
My breath catches as the instinct slams into me. They’re not just nesting. They’re claiming .
Rowan turns to me with wide, desperate eyes, her body trembling. “Mass—” Her fingers reach for my belt. “I need you. Your scent. Please, please, I can’t—”
I step closer, my heart pounding. Her hands are already on my shirt, tugging it free from my slacks, dragging it over my head like she can’t get it off fast enough.
Xavier growls low beside me as Rowan shifts to him next, tugging at his hoodie like it personally offended her. “You too,” she breathes. “I want all of you.”
He doesn’t argue. Just yanks the hoodie over his head and tosses it toward the Nest. Cole drops his shirt to the pile. I can smell it now. Our scents layering thick in the air, primal, intoxicating, right .
Rowan and Sébastien are already writhing in the Nest, arms full of our clothes, dragging them into the blankets, rubbing their faces into the fabric like it’ll calm the fire under their skin.
But it won’t. Nothing will. Not until we give them what they need. Sébastien lets out a soft cry, slick already pooling beneath him.
Rowan moans, curling into the pile of scent-rich fabric, her thighs pressed tight together, trying, and failing, to find relief.
“Knot, bite, please,” she whines.
Sébastien whines and pulls her to him for a sweltering hot kiss. If I wasn’t already hard, I would be now watching them kiss. It’s got to be one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.
They’re wrapped in each other's arms making out and stripping off each other’s clothes at the edge of the nest. I glance around the room. Cole is missing his shirt, shoes and socks. They break the kiss, both panting.
Xavier’s standing by the Nest, jaw tight, arms crossed, trying. Failing , to maintain some shred of control while Rowan writhes in a pile of our scent. Then she looks up at him. Glassy eyes. Flushed cheeks. Breathless.
“Xavier...” she whispers, crawling toward him, her body moving like liquid heat. “I want more.”
He exhales slowly, like a man teetering on the edge of a cliff. “You already took my shirt.”
“I want your everything, ” she breathes, fingers slipping under the waistband of his boxer briefs. Those expensive, black-as-night, tailored ones that probably cost more than a plane ticket.
He growls low, more warning than protest, but she’s already tugging.
“Ro,” he rasps. “You’re stealing my underwear? ”
She giggles, giggles, as she drags the fabric down his hips, her nose brushing the waistband as she inhales. “They smell like you.”
He closes his eyes like he’s praying for strength. “That’s because they’re on me, sweetheart.”
“Not anymore,” she purrs, tossing them into the Nest like a trophy before crawling back in after them.
Xavier just stands there, stunned, breathing hard. His chest rises and falls like he’s trying to hold something inside. Something big. Something wild.
Then he cracks. No warning. No words. He turns and bolts. The door slams behind him so hard the walls shudder. The Nest goes quiet except for the sound of Rowan’s soft breath and Sébastien’s worried glance between us.
Cole whistles low. “Damn.”
I run a hand down my face. “He let her strip him. Let her scent claim him.”
“And then ran like hell,” Cole finishes.
Rowan looks up, her cheeks flushed, pupils blown. “Did I... scare him?”
I crouch beside the Nest, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “No, dolcezza. You didn’t scare him.”
Then I glance toward the door, jaw tight.
“He scared himself. ”