Beau groans behind me, and I feel it vibrate through my whole body. Meanwhile, Connor grins like he’s won something.
“You really are a little omega freak, aren’t you?” he laughs.
“I mean, I’m lying here in the middle of my work room, butt-naked with two knotted alphas, one of whom is still inside me,” I mutter. “I think that ship hasdefinitelysailed.”
Beau shifts again, exhaling slowly. His knot is going down now, his body finally unwinding. Still tense, but less so.
And I feel it too: the slow slide intowhat-the-fuck-did-we-just-do.
I close my eyes for a second, then open them again.
“So, uh… is this a thing now? The three of us?”
Beau stiffens behind me.
Connor doesn’t.
“I’m game,” he says easily, propping himself up on one elbow. “Long as he doesn’t try to kill me every time he smells me on you.”
Beau mutters something under his breath.
“Was that a yes?” I say.
“I think it was more of a growl,” Connor shrugs. “But I’ll take it.”
I blow out a breath. “Well. That’s settled then.”
“No,” Beau finally says, voice gravelled but clearer now. “It’s not settled.”
He shifts fully back, knot slipping free with a wet stretch that makes me gasp, and then he turns me in his arms, pulling me close to his chest. I go willingly, curling into him even though we’re both a mess.
“I just…” he starts, jaw tight. “I didn’t want it to happen like this. Not without us discussing it properly.”
“I know. But… Iliked it,” I say again, firmer now. “It felt… powerful. Like I’d driven you crazy.”
Beau meets my gaze, then smirks.
“You did.”
Connor chuckles from the floor. “You really did.”
“Good,” I grin. “After all,, what’s the point of being the only omega in a building full of alphas if I can’t drive at least a couple of them completely insane?”
“Emery,” Beau warns, low and lethal.
Connor sits up, dragging his shirt off the floor. “You keep talking like that, you’re going to start something we can’t finish.”
“Oh no,” I deadpan. “How terrible.”
Beau lets out a short breath that might be a laugh, or a warning, and I kiss his chest lightly.
“Relax. I’m not starting anything.Yet.” Then I wrinkle my nose. “But seriously… this room smells like sex and testosterone and poor decision-making. I’m going to need at least three diffusers and a new industrial mop, otherwise, I’m getting fired.”
Connor’s laugh is real this time, as is Beau’s groan; but I still can’t quite believe that I’m actually lying here with two alphas, officially claimed, knotted, stretched and sore in the best way—and for the first time in a long time, I feel more than just needed.
I feelwanted.
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