“We vow to protect you, keeping you safe from all dangers,” Jarek whispers in a choked voice.
“As your alphas, we will cut down your enemies,” Mordecai promises.
“We will find you, no matter how long it takes,” Cadel says.
My whole body tingles as if static is running through it.
“Omega, how will you show your love?”
“I vow to love you all, to protect you, to never stop fighting for us, for our happiness. If you are lost, I will find you. If you are hurt, I will heal you. If you are alone, I’ll be beside you.”
Legion extinguishes the candles.
“May your love be the scent that leads you home. Congratulations,” he says in a strangled voice, and then he’s gone, abruptly turning and walking away, leaving us in the dark.
And it’s just us, the fireflies, and this world.
My scent has filled the air around us, teasing out, slick coats my inner thighs. They are hard. I don’t need candles to see it. I can feel their need for me almost as easily as I can feel my own.
Cadel’s hand runs up my spine and then back down to my ass. Jarek drops his hand and steps forward, grabbing my hips as he ducks his head to kiss me.
I moan into his mouth, but then he’s moving back, and Mordecai takes his spot, kissing me hard enough to have me whimpering. Their combined scents mix in a way that has me wanting to curl up and roll in it.
Mordecai shifts away, and I’m lost in Cadel. I cling to him, and when he pulls back, he’s framed by fireflies.
“I don’t really remember much of my heat,” I say and trail off. “I just, can we do it over?”
“No, your heat was an important moment for us,” Mordecai says, cupping my cheek. “But this can be another important night.”
“We’ll make it unforgettable for you,” Cadel whispers and leans down, kissing my collarbone.
Jarek runs his fingers through my hair. I shiver under his touch, but he continues and then plaits it and ties it up at the base of my skull. He leans in, breathing on my neck.
“You are so beautiful, Omega.”
He says it with so much hungry possession that my breathing stutters. Mordecai kisses my jaw, his hand slides up my throat, and he grips my chin and tilts my face to his.
“Look at me, Omega.” Our eyes meet, collide, and I can see him kiss me, a hundred times, a thousand. And his voice says over and over, like there are a million versions of him; “I am undone.”
My ears ring, and I whimper, clinging to him.
“Cai?”
His eyes widen, and then his tongue is in my mouth, his palm holding the back of my head still as he wrecks me.
I moan and break out in shivers when Cadel drops to his knees and kisses the inside of my thigh.
I throw my head back, whining. Mordecai kisses down my throat, nipping and licking.
“Is she wet, Cadel?” he asks.
“Dripping,” Cadel murmurs back and grabs my thighs, urging them apart. He buries his face in between my legs.
I grip his hair, but Mordecai’s hand covers mine and pulls my hand away and guides me to his cock.
“If you want to hold on to something, hold on to this.”
I glance between us, looking at the shine of his pre-cum in the almost nonexistent light. He’s thick, and as I run my hand down, I feel his veins and the soft skin that is wrapped around his steel cock.
