Archer gathers me against his chest, hugging me. “If you can’t sleep, come wake me up.”
“I’m not waking you up, Archer.” I slide my arms around the back of his shoulders as my feet leave the floor when he lifts me.
He drops a kiss on my neck. “My mate waking me up in my bed is what dreams are made of, June. I will never have a problem with it.” He smiles when I smile and touches his lips to mine. “Love you.”
“Love you, too.”
I can’t help but grin when he sets me down on the floor and glances at Torin. “Maybe he could tell me that thing you like, and I could learn to do it too.”
Torin chuckles and claps him on the shoulder. “Maybe I could. Night, brother.”
Archer waves one hand as he walks toward his room. “Night.”
And it’s back to Torin pinning me to the wall outside my room, but this moment is missing the heat from before since Torin isn’t grinding his thigh against my pussy.
His eyes are soft. These last two weeks, they almost always are. It’s been perfect. We laugh, talk, and explore this new house together. When my sister isn’t working at the auto repair shop, a job she loves, and I can’t see her quitting anytime soon, shecomes to hang out but never stays over. River says we have too much sex and is afraid to sit on any of our furniture. I had no response to that because she’s probably right.
Torin slides his palm around the back of my neck and dips his head to kiss me lightly on the lips. “I love you, Juniper Edith—” He cuts off laughing as I dig my finger into his rib.
“June. It’s June Wells. I love you too, even if you like to tease me by dropping all five of my names.”
Those five names aren’t mine anymore. I’m just June Wells, an omega loved by and who is in love with three alphas who would set the world on fire for her, and that’s all I want to be.
My alphas made my name official with cake, my favorite way to celebrate.
They got up early to make it for me and had it waiting when I opened my eyes at 6:30. They said it was to celebrate my nameandthe birthday they should never have let me spend alone. It had a very messy June Wells in pink icing and a crooked 22.
The icing was terrible; the cake tasted dry, but it was so perfect I couldn’t stop crying.
Torin wraps his arms around me, lifting me a couple of inches off the ground and kissing me lightly. I lean into his kiss far longer than I should, and only when I yawn does he set me back down on my feet.
“Walk tomorrow?” he asks, grinning as he backs up toward his bedroom.
“And be bored out of my mind? No, thank you,” I say cheerfully, pushing my door open. “But I don’t mind helping you finish setting up your darkroom, though.”
“You’ve got yourself a deal,” he says.
He’s been taking atonof pictures lately, and I can’t wait to hang all the happy snapshots of our new life together. My favorite is of Archer and Callum with their heads thrown back,laughing in the garden as the sun sets in the distance. I want it blown up and hung over the fireplace in our den.
“And if you get cold in the night…” He waggles his eyebrows suggestively.
“I’ll grab a blanket,” I tell him, prompting a grin from him. “Night, Torin.”
“Night, beautiful.”
We’re settling into our life together, and I love itandmy alphas so much.
In my bedroom, I use the bathroom, brush my teeth, and wash my face. Then I pull on an oversized t-shirt I stole from Callum and crawl into my bed.
With the lights off and tucked under cool linen sheets, I toss and turn for thirty minutes before my eyelids get heavy, and the sweet pull of sleep tugs me under.
There’s a buzz in my head, and the volume is growing louder.
It starts between my legs and radiates outward. The most intense wave of blistering heat ripped me from sleep, and I can barely think as I sweat through my sheets.
My breasts are aching, and my stomach is cramping as the scent of blueberries and brown sugar is so thick I can taste it.
I try to get up, cursing when my feet get tangled in cool linen.Crash. Something falls. Not me. Maybe a lamp? I fight with the sheets, and I’ve just gotten free when the sound of rapid pounding pulls my gaze to my bedroom door as it swings open.
