“Your scent always grounds me. Even in the haze of my heat.”
“It doesn’t make you absolutely wild with desire?”
“That’s what the rest of you is for.”
He laughs and it’s the most beautiful of sounds, rich and deep. Unrestrained.
I nuzzle into him, sighing. “Everyone else still asleep?”
“I think they’ll sleep as long as you’ll let them. Knotting for the first time is intense.”
“It is.”
“I had no idea it would be so… so…”
I look up sharply. “That was your first time? Ian! You should have saved it for someone special.”
He stares down at me and I immediately regret my words because his eyes are so full of love, of adoration. “I did.”
“I did, too.”
He tucks me back against his hard body, letting the water soothe us both. “Are you sure this is what you want?”
I yawn. “I mean, this is nice and all for now, but there’s something more I’ll want in a bit.”
“Brat,” he says, with so much affection it steals my breath. “You know what I mean.”
“This is exactly what I want but… but where do we go from here?”
“I-I don’t know,” he admits. “We can talk about it after your heat.”
I nod against his chest and draw in a lungful of his scent. I don’t tell him how easily I could get used to this. How there’s a bliss I feel in his arms that I’ve never felt anywhere else.
But he’s my professor.
And we’ll talk after my heat.
We bathe together until the water cools, realizing we both forgot our scribes somewhere in my nest and can’t heat the water back up. I grumble and he smiles, bright and boyish.
“Needy omega.”
“Am not,” I pout, then laugh. “Okay, I am a little.”
“A lot. But it means I get to take care of you.” He steps out of the tub before me and pulls two towels down off the small shelf of linens, wrapping one low around his hips and holding one out for me. I step out of the tub, and he bundles me into it, drying me with gentle touches that do nothing to cool my heat like the bath did.
“Come back to bed, my darling,” he says when we’re both dry, and draws me back to my nest.
He spoons me, arm slung low over my hips, and I let myself be lulled to sleep, just so I can experience waking up in Ian’s arms.
* * *
“On your knees, omega,”Simon orders and I scramble to obey, just as Ian starts to protest.
Luca silences him with a shake of his head and a nod toward my slick-coated thighs.
Ian needs no further convincing. He drives into me, and I moan, parting my lips to take Simon into my mouth.
Each alternate stroke, Ian in my pussy and Simon in my mouth, is ecstasy and oh, the way they share me between them is so fuckingperfectthat I… burst into tears.
