“Shit,” Simon mutters, drawing out of my mouth with an audible pop. “What’s wrong, beautiful?”
“You have to share me,” I sob. “It isn’t fair because I wouldn’t share you with another omega, but I make you share me. I manipulate you.”
Ian slides out of me and slick slips down my thigh, but that only makes me cry harder because there is no bliss greater than being shared by these men. None at all.
Selfish omega. Spiteful, manipulative creature.
Simon drags me into his lap, his arms going around me. “Oh, beautiful, please don’t cry. Not about that.” He kisses away the tears from my reddened cheeks, light little brushes of his lips that have me smiling despite my tears, have me laughing because they tickle.
“In case you hadn’t noticed,” Ian says dryly, “we quiteenjoysharing you.”
“And have since the first time,” Luca says, taking my hands in his, kissing my knuckles. “Do you need a reminder of how Simon and I touched you, princess? Do you want Ian’s cock in your mouth so you can feel just what sharing you does to us?”
“Yes,” I say in a small voice, a blush rising in my cheeks.
“On your knees, omega,” Simon says again, smirking, and this time, as they take me together, as I beg to be fucked, I let them share me without guilt. Without shame.
* * *
I wake the next day,wrapped in warmth not from the fever of my heat but from the alphas and beta wrapped around me. I’m not exhausted or sore like I usually am after my heat, but I do feel very, very well used. I smile to myself, as content as any omega could ever be. I draw in a deep breath: vanilla and honey, wine and cherries, citrus and cedar, soap and sweat. It’s so blissfully, perfectlypackthat I’m sure I must be dreaming.
And then I get poked in the side by a sharp elbow and cold toes brush my calf.
I let out a little shriek at the cold and jolt upright, Ian’s arm falling away from where it was slung low over my hips.
“Sorry. I run cold,” Simon yawns, stretching his arms over his head and then rolling his shoulders.
And that’s when I see it.
Two silver scars on Simon’s shoulder. The telltale double crescents of a mating bite.
My dreams of my perfect little pack come crashing down.
“You’re mated,” I breathe, eyes wide. But I don’t see him, only the bite on his shoulder. Oh, saints. I’m the other woman.” My heart races, drumming in my ears so fast the beats blur together, a frantic tattoo as I desperately try to get enough air into my lungs. My fingers go numb and then my toes. My head swims and panic blazes through me. “You’re betraying your alpha with me.”
“Junes, you’re having a panic attack,” Simon says softly, shifting to take me into his arms as he did in Ian’s office. I scramble away from him and tuck myself into the safety of Luca’s embrace.
“This is why you never wanted to… why you’d always shy away when we’d get close. This is why you didn’t want to be with me.”
“It’s not like that, kit-kat. I’ve wanted to be with you since the moment I met you, but things were… things were complicated with my alpha.”
“Then how is it?”
“Breathe, princess,” Luca murmurs, pressing a kiss to my temple. “Just breathe.”
I shake in his arms, but I can’t tear my eyes off Simon’s mating bite.
“You’re not the other woman, Juniper. You’re theonlywoman. For me and my alpha.”
“Who’s your alpha, Simon?” I ask, each word cutting into me, burning in my throat.
“Cassian. Cassian Leclerc is my alpha.”
CHAPTER32
Luca passes me into Ian’s arms and sees Simon out. I watch but feel like I’m watching a film. Like I’m only an observer.
Raw and numb.
