“Addie said she left them in the living room. I don’t think she moved them. But I’m honestly not sure since things were so chaotic.”

“Okay, I’ll check. I’m going to go grab us some water and order food to be delivered. Anyone want anything in particular?”

Ben looked at Esme. “I wish we knew what her favorite food was.”

“We can ask her when she wakes up,” Kade said. “She’ll be hungry.”

I nodded, slipping into the hallway and into the bathroom where my clothes were. I found my phone in the pocket of my jeans and started ordering Chinese. A fucking mountain of it. None of us had eaten lunch in our hurry to get to Esme’s house, and it was closing in on dinner time. Not to mention the ravenous appetite this amount of sex would bring.

Orange chicken, sesame chicken, fried rice, egg drop soup, steamed dumplings. I looked through their whole menu and ordered two of everything that looked remotely good. And I knew the guys’ tastes well enough to know what they liked and what they didn’t.

The kitchen was too quiet and still with everyone in the nest. There was an itch under my skin to get back to her, get back to her, get back to her, but this was helping Esme too, and she was resting comfortably with Luke.

We had water, but we were going to need more of everything. There was no way any of us would be willing to leave the house to go get groceries. So I scheduled a grocery delivery for the next day with everything we could need for the next week. I didn’t know how long Esme’s heat would last since this was her first real one.

Just the thought of her alone in her room, writhing in pain because she didn’t have what she needed, made rage prickle under my skin. I was—we all were—going to make sure she had everything she needed regardless of whether she was in heat.

That was how quickly something could change. Barely two days since meeting her and I couldn’t imagine her disappearing and never seeing her again. She was ours. We all knew it. Now we just had to convince her, and drive the knowledge so deep she would never question it.

Just like Ben said, our gifts were still in bags in the living room. I found my socks, a shade of dark gray I already knew would look incredible on her. I was tempted to put them on while she slept, but I didn’t want to wake her. The heat would do that soon enough.

Grocery order submitted, I went back upstairs carrying the water bottles, unable to stay away from her and her scent for any longer.