I’m back.
I’mhome.
But the kisses quickly turn frantic as I taste the swirl of moss, rain, and ocean.
Ryland kneels on the mattress to unbutton my pants while Rowan leans over me to suck at my mating gland.
The sensation of his tongue against my skin sends a shockwave straight to my clit, and I tilt my head back and cry out in pleasure.
My pussy throbs with my first orgasm in a week, and slick spills out of me, soaking my panties.
“It took less than thirty seconds,” Travis rumbles somewhere across the room, and Ryland chuckles.
“Lift your hips, sweetheart,” he croons while Rowan growls into my neck. He rubs his cheek against my gland, marking me with his scent.
“Alpha,” I whisper. “Please.”
“Fuck, I love when you call us that,” Ryland breathes. “You’re our Omega, baby, you know that, right?”
“Yes,” I choke out as Ryland tugs my jeans off.
Maybe it’s only hitting me now, but it’s better late than never.
Besides being their scent match, I willingly belong to them.
Not just by biology, but with my whole heart.
“I choose the three of you,” I tell them softly, stroking Rowan’s hair while he nuzzles me. “I want to belong to you.”
Smoke and firewood surround us, then Travis joins us in the nest, sitting with his back against the pillows. He looks down at me, his brown eyes almost black. I stare right back at him, my breathing still heavy from Rowan’s assault of my mating gland.
“You already do,” he says lowly. “This whole time, you’ve been ours. You just had to realize it.”
Unbidden, tears fill my eyes, and I’m mortified at my reaction.
Rowan immediately pulls away from my gland and Ryland moves up the bed so I’m laying between the brothers. Travis, still sitting beside to us, gently threads his fingers through my hair.
“Hey,” Ryland whispers, and I move onto my side to lay my head on his chest. “We’re here. We’re not going anywhere.”
“I’m sorry,” I say. “I’m sorry for leaving.”
“Baby,” Rowan says behind me. “We understand.”
How could they? I’m a terrible person after what I’ve done.
But purrs, deep and rumbly, fill the room, interrupting my train of thought.
I’ve experienced enough guilt in the past two years for a lifetime.
“Just rest,” Travis orders, a hint of command in his voice. “Sleep,Omega. You’re safe with us.”
Obey Alpha,my inner Omega murmurs.Trust him.
The purrs increase, and Rowan spoons me from behind while I cuddle on his brother. Travis keeps watch over us, and their combined scents slowly calm my nervous system and lull me into sleep.
But there’s one more fragrance note that stands out in the room.
One that’s sugary sweet, like candied violets.
