Bayleigh
My body feels hot,and I can barely move. There’s a heavy weight on my side, wrapping around my stomach, and I can’t move my legs. My head is resting on something firm, not my soft fluffy pillow. My brain feels like mush while I try to remember where I am.
The heavy scent of grapefruit and a lighter sandalwood wrap around me. Familiar scents. Ones that I long for, crave, and I feel are mine. My eyes flutter open, and I see Milton first. Well, his body. My head rests on his shoulder, my hand splayed across his very bare chest. The blanket is bunched at his waist, where a trail of hair disappears underneath.
I lift my head, looking over my shoulder and find Lincoln curled against my back, his hand wrapped around my waist. When did he join us? Does Milton know? When I fell asleep last night, it was just the two of us. I should feel uncomfortable being in bed with both of them, but I’m not. It feels right.
Looking down at my feet, I see that my legs are intertwined with theirs. No wonder I can’t move them.
Our scents are mixed together—citrus, mint and sandalwood—something that smells wholly like a pack. I realize instantly that something is shifting within me. I feel too warm, too aware of every point of contact; even my scent is stronger.
It can’t be.
I should still have time. But everything points to it.
Early signs of my heat whisper just beneath my skin, and for a moment I panic—worried that I’m moving too fast, being too needy. I know an alpha’s instincts are to care for an omega, especially one in heat. But am I being rash in asking them to help me? Did they say yes not because they want to, but out of duty?
Stop it. They want me. They’ve proven how much they care for me.
Lincoln and Milton start to stir, their hands immediately seeking me out, touching me, grounding me.
MiIton moves just slightly, so that he can kiss the top of my head, while Lincoln peppers kisses across my back.
Neither of them seems to be phased that there's three of us in bed together. Especially Milton.
Lincoln’s hand moves, cradling my chin and turning it toward him, kissing me on my lips, before letting go of me. The warmth of his body moves from behind me, and the bed shifts as he changes his position and sits up. I roll onto my back, my eyes taking in his exposed body. He stands slowly, stretching his arms above his head, and my eyes drop lower to his firm ass. I can feel my face heating.
Why am I so embarrassed? It’s not like I haven’t seen him nude before.
He heads straight for the bathroom, and Milton takes advantage of our moment of privacy to pull me into him, hugging me tightly. His hand gently rubs the length of my back.
My body hums with contentment.
Lincoln steps back into the bedroom, smiling at us, then lifts his hands and says. “Are you hungry? Come downstairs and I’ll cook us something.”
“I’m starving.”
With that final sign he steps out of the room, leaving Milton and me alone. I turn my head back to him, and he says, “Shower and I’ll meet you downstairs.”
“Okay.”
He lets go of me and gets out of bed, stepping over to his dresser, opening it and taking out a shirt, pulling it over his head. Next, he takes out a pair of sweats. Gray ones at that, and steps into them.
I sit there for a minute after he leaves. Is this even my life right now? I’ve gone from a virgin with no suitors. To having lost it. Three alphas courting me, and two of them have agreed to help me through my heat.
Throwing the blanket off me, I slowly get up and start heading to the bathroom to shower. I hate that I don’t have any other clothes to put on. Looking around the room, I sneak over to Milton’s dresser and take out a shirt and pair of boxers, hoping he doesn’t mind. Maybe they have a load of wash I can throw my clothes in with.
Once I have clothes, I head to the bathroom to shower, brush my teeth the best I can with no toothbrush and utilize Milton’s mouthwash. When I’m done, I head downstairs.
Korbin notices me stepping into the kitchen before Milton and Lincoln, and heads straight for me. He slips an arm around my waist while lifting his other hand to gently tuck a strand of hair behind my ear.
“Good morning,” he tells me before leaning in and kissing me softly.
I expected it to be awkward, but it’s not. When Korbin pulls his lips from mine, he’s smiling. One that’s real and genuine.
“Good morning,” I reply back.
He releases me, taking hold of my hand and guiding me over to the table, easing me down into a chair.
