The lazy genius has 5 mates

chapter 44

WARNING: BIT OF INTIMATE SCENE (also tell me if yall want a full explicit one) 

The hidden house was quiet.

Too quiet.

Roxanne didn't move when Zolekh's hands traced slowly down her arms.
Or when Holwen tilted her chin up to meet his eyes.
Or when Abel gently brushed his thumb over her cheek, studying her with scientific tenderness.

Rolkan's voice broke the silence, low and careful.

"Roxy... can we kiss you?"

Her breath hitched.

Not from fear.
From want.

Holwen leaned in first — slow, soft, reverent.
His lips brushed hers like he was memorizing the moment before he even lived it.

Zolekh kissed the edge of her jaw.
Abel pressed a gentle kiss beneath her ear.
Rolkan captured the corner of her mouth with a sweetness that made her knees weak.
Helixiar's fingers threaded into her hair before she cupped Roxanne's face, whispering:

"You're safe. We've got you."

The world melted.

Heat pooled low in her stomach.
Her pulse fluttered like electricity under skin.
Her hands rose — unfamiliar, unsure — but when she grabbed Holwen's shirt and pulled him closer, his breath caught loudly.

That sound did something to the room.

The tension snapped.

Five bodies moved as one, surrounding her, guiding her, holding her like she was something precious and breakable and desired.

Zolekh's lips on her shoulder.
Holwen's breath against her neck.
Abel murmuring her name like a prayer.
Rolkan's hands on her waist, warm, grounding.
Helixiar's mouth brushing her collarbone, slow and intoxicating.

Roxanne had never been the one to lose control.

Tonight... she didn't want control.

Not when Holwen's lips trailed lower.
Not when Zolekh's hands cupped her hips.
Not when Rolkan whispered, voice unsteady:

"Tell us to stop and we stop."

She didn't.

She looked up, pupils blown wide, cheeks flushed, breath short.

"Don't stop."

Everything after that blurred into heat—
soft gasps, whispered names, hands tangled in hair, bodies pressed too close to tell apart—

And then the lights dimmed on their own.

And the room fell into darkness.

And Roxanne let herself feel.

Roxanne woke up to warmth.

A lot of warmth.

And weight.

Something heavy was on her stomach.

Something else was on her back.

Something solid wrapped around her waist.

Something fluffy was covering her legs.

And someone's leg was practically choking her thigh.

She blinked her eyes open.

Zolekh was sprawled on her left, arm thrown protectively over her.
Holwen was curled behind her, face buried in her hair.
Abel had somehow ended up on top of the blanket like a cat, using her abdomen as a pillow.
Rolkan was hugging her leg like it owed him money.
Helixiar had star-fished on the other side of the mattress like a crime scene outline.

Roxanne stared at the ceiling.

"Oh," she whispered. "We're really doing this."

A groggy voice murmured into her neck.

"We've been doing this, sweetheart," Holwen rasped.

Zolekh hummed. "You okay, baby?"

Rolkan tightened his hold on her thigh. "You smell nice."

Abel lifted his head sleepily. "My back is destroyed. Worth it."

Helixiar yawned. "Good morning, my love."

Roxanne covered her face with one hand.

"...I can't believe this is my life."

That's when the door slammed open.

"GOOD MORN— WHAT THE ACTUAL—"

Cain froze mid-stride.

Loman crashed into his back.

"What are you— OH SWEET MERCIFUL— ROXANNE?!"

Silence.

Dead, incriminating silence.

Roxanne didn't move.
Her mates didn't move.

Cain slowly dragged a hand down his face.

Loman pointed accusingly at the tangled pile of limbs.

"This is NOT what grandpa meant by 'bonding with your mates'!"

Roxanne simply lifted her blanket like a surrender flag.

"Get. Out."

Cain: "We brought breakfast—"

"OUT."

Loman: "At least tell us nobody's—"

"LOMAN."

"—fully naked?"

Holwen raised a sleepy eyebrow. "Define naked."

Chaos.

Pure chaos.

Cain made a strangled sound. "I hate all of you."

Loman pointed at Helixiar. "YOU especially!"

Helixiar blew him a sleepy kiss.

Cain slapped a hand over Loman's eyes.
"Don't look. You'll need therapy."

"We ALL need therapy," Loman cried as he was dragged out.

The door slammed.

Silence again.

Then—

Rolkan snorted.

Helixiar laughed first.
Then Abel cracked a smile.
Zolekh snorted harder.
Holwen chuckled into her hair.

Roxanne groaned into her pillow.

"Please kill me."

Holwen kissed her shoulder. "Never."

Zolekh smirked. "Absolutely not."

Rolkan nuzzled her side. "Nice try."

Abel tapped her cheek. "We cherish you too much."

Helixiar kissed her forehead. "And we haven't even started teasing you yet."

Roxanne threw a pillow at them.

They laughed.

And she did too.

Just a little.

Just enough.