Not that I’m complaining, but being the only one of sound fucking mind in this room is exhausting.
Cillian approaches them cautiously, and I wonder if he and Finn sharing the same scent or if them being twins helps because Finn doesn’t give him the same hostility he did me. He flips Elena’s hair while Finn continues rocking in and out of her, seeing for himself what Finn has done.
“Elena, are you okay?” he asks her, and she just gives him a beaming smile before nuzzling into Finn’s neck.
“What do we do?”
“It’s not like he can bond her a second time. We’ll just have to deal with everything when her heat’s over.”
“How are you being so fucking calm about this?” I raise my voice, which wakes up Lorcán.
Cillian throws his hands in the air.
“She knew this was a possibility. We all did. I know she made you promise to make sure no one bonded with her, but that was an impossible ask. Lorc and I will do our best so that she still hassome autonomy after this is over. But it’s harder than you think, Declan. All I can fucking think about is claiming her.”
“Out of all of you, it had to be him?” I complain.
“Maybe it’s for the best. Maybe it will help them figure their shit out sooner. They’re scent matches, Dec. This was inevitable.”
“I feel like I failed her.”
“You can’t be awake every moment of her heat. Just…” He sighs with exhaustion. “Just let them enjoy this. Finn is going to be harder on himself than any of us could ever be.”
We turn to find Lorcán staring at where Finn and Elena are holding one another. I expect a meltdown like when he found out they were scent matches, but he just rubs his neck and sighs.
“It took everything in me not to bond with her that first time I knotted her. I think maybe with how much they’ve repressed being scent matches, it might have all come to a head.”
“You two rationalizing this shit isn’t helping.”
“It is what it is, Dec. We’ll deal with it when they’re lucid.”
Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m dreading.
I really should have put a fucking sensor or some shit on this girl, so I knew when she was awake.
At least she slept for a while after bonding with Finn. But now I’m worried I’ll have to peel her off of Cillian. I stand by the sex chair, wishing I wouldn’t have agreed to be on bonding patrol.
Me being the responsible one? I hate it.
Cillian is knotted deep inside of her, kissing her neck, and I squirt him with the water gun.
He sputters and glares at me.
“Wasn’t going to do anything,” he protests; the fucking liar.
The whole lot of these Alphas are impulsive, irrational liars.
“Yeah, and I’m the fucking president.”
“You don’t understand how hard this is,” Cillian complains, and I shoot him with the water gun again. “Stop it, asshole.”
“Come on, love, you need a bath,” I tell Elena.
I don’t know if she can sense my irritation and frustration, but as soon as Cillian’s knot releases her, she takes my hand and I help her off the chair. She’s unsteady on her feet, so I toss her over my shoulder before we head to the bathroom.
I slam the door behind me, louder than necessary.
I gently set her on the countertop before starting the bath. She points to a basket of bath bombs.
