CAELIA
Sitting across from my alphas at breakfast, my cheeks heat as I think about how I passed out from really good dick.
“It’s totally normal,” Levon says. “I now take it as a challenge to make you pass out on my cock, baby.”
Laughing, I duck my head down, the silky sheen of my hair covering my face. When I woke up after my earth shattering orgasm, I was in the middle of the best scalp massage ever while Santo shampooed my hair. Best alpha boyfriends ever.
I even had time to blow out my hair while getting dressed today.
“It’s not a competition,” Miles says smugly. His bite is happily shown off in a dark blue waffle long sleeved shirt, and I notice the way that Santo smirks whenever he sees it.
“How are you feeling?” Santo asks.
“Good, sleepy, and a little sore,” I say, shivering as I remember the last ten hours. Taking a sip of my chicory coffee, I smile. “Overall really good.”
“Good,” he chuckles. “Do you want to do some sightseeing today?”
“I would love to,” I say excitedly. “I’ve been too busy before this to really explore.”
“Let’s do it,” Miles says beside me, his arm over the side of my chair as we eat. We’re at a cute eatery in a courtyard, and it’s beautiful out.
Our bags are dropped off at an adorable rental for the week, and I already checked in with my dad. Now I can relax. It's warm today and the sun is shining.
“What do you want to do?” Levon asks. “I have to say, we’re usually on the move too, so I haven’t seen much of New Orleans either.”
“I definitely want to see Jackson Square,” I murmur. “We can wander around there, then take the street car up to the waterfront?”
“I think there’s an aquarium there, right?” Miles asks. I glance at him and he shrugs. “Other than watching you sleep, I also scrolled through my phone for things to do.”
“Creeper,” Levon mutters as I giggle.
“I think we have a plan,” Miles says, ignoring Levon.
We tease each other while finishing breakfast, and Levon steals the check and pays for it.
“Welcome to never being allowed to pay for anything,” Santo says. “Even if we’re just ordering takeout, he ends up paying.”
“Well, none of us are hurting for money,” Miles muses as we leave the cafe. “I don’t really care if he wants to pay.”
Levon steals my hand and that’s when Miles gives a mock growl. Giggling, I tilt my head up to enjoy the sunlight. I went with a flowered cottage core skirt and a black long sleeved crop top. My black combat boots finish off the outfit with fishnet stockings. Santo’s fingers ghost along my exposed skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake while giving me little smiles.
I get a little more adventurous with my clothing when I’m with them. I also have Miles’ bite that strangers glance at and then immediately look away, and that helps me relax more. It’s like a huge ‘fuck off’ sign is flashing over my head right now.
“Caelia,” Miles says, making me look over my shoulder as we get closer to the square. “You look gorgeous. In case we forgot to tell you.”
“You didn’t,” I grin. They’ve been telling me this since I got dressed. “Thank you.”
“I’ve decided I’m a fan of these little shirts you’re wearing,” Santo murmurs.
“Crop tops?” I laugh, facing forward so I won’t trip.
“Mmhmm,” Santo replies.
Everything is so beautiful here. The energy is incredible, people are fairly nice, and someone offered to take a photo of me with my alphas. It’s our first photo, not that I’ll make a big deal about it, but it’s perfect.
Miles glances at the image and nods. “You should send that one to the group chat. It’s good.”
Levon smirks but doesn’t say anything, and I quietly send the photo on. The three of them tap on their phones and show it to me. It’s now their screensavers.
