Not the cold distance Kael maintained, not the careful separation and emotional manipulation the pack that made me believe that was all I deserved in such a loveless pack-ship.
"I guess we need a shower before I head to bed," Nash says eventually, breaking the comfortable silence.
I blink, turning my head to look at him. His dark hair is mussed from where I grabbed it, his lips still swollen from kissing, his whole body relaxed in a way I haven't seen before.
Wait. Before he heads to bed?
"You haven't slept yet?" Theo asks, voicing my confusion.
He removes his arm from his eyes to stare at Nash with something between disbelief and concern.
Nash smirks, reaching over to brush a strand of hair from my face with surprising tenderness.
"Nah. Was about to, actually. Had just gotten into bed, closed my eyes, started drifting off." His smirk widens into something wicked. "But then a little melodic Sugarplum's moans drifted to my ears like a serene dream. Couldn't exactly ignore that, could I?"
My entire face erupts in flames.
Oh my god. Oh my god.
I was loud enough in my sleep—during my dream—that Nash heard me through the walls? And then I came here and wasdefinitely not quiet while Theo was fingering me and fucking me and?—
"I'm so sorry!" The words burst out before I can stop them, mortification flooding through me hot and sharp. "I didn't mean to be loud! I didn't even realize I was making sounds in my sleep and then when I came here I should have been quieter but I just—it felt so good and I couldn't?—"
Nash cuts off my rambling by leaning down and kissing me.
Hard. Thoroughly.
His tongue sweeps through my mouth, claiming every inch, tasting himself and Theo and me all mixed together. When he finally pulls back, I'm breathless and dizzy and completely unable to remember what I was apologizing for.
"You can be as loud as you want," he murmurs against my lips, his voice dropping into that register that makes my toes curl. "I like hearing you. We all do. Those sweet little sounds you make when you're coming apart? Fucking perfect."
He tugs my bottom lip between his teeth—not hard enough to hurt but enough to make me gasp—before releasing it slowly.
"Next time," he continues, his dark eyes boring into mine with intensity that makes my breath catch, "you be nice and loud so Grayson can wake up and join in. Hmm? You'd like that, wouldn't you? All three of us taking care of you at once?"
My whole face is on fire.
I can feel the blush spreading from my neck to my hairline, can feel my pussy clenching at the mental image his words conjure.
Three Alphas.
All focused on me. All touching, kissing, fucking, and claiming.
I nod slowly, unable to form words, my brain completely short-circuited by the suggestion.
But then reality crashes back in.
The contract. The six-week arrangement.
The fact that this is supposed to be temporary, professional, a business transaction to help my career and give them...whatever they need from having an Omega around.
"Is this okay?" The question comes out smaller than I intended, vulnerable in a way that makes me want to take it back immediately. "With us being...um...intimate? With the whole contract thing?"
Because I don't know what the rules are here.
Don't know if I'm crossing lines or violating terms or turning something that should be simple into something complicated. Kael always had rules—endless rules about what I could and couldn't do, who I could talk to, where I could go, how I should behave.
What if there are rules I'm breaking right now?
