Wade approaches my desk and stops in front of it, waiting to speak until I look up. “What are you doing for dinner?”
“Probably eating.” My mouth quirks in a withheld smile.
He presses his lips together as they pull wide. “Perfect, I’ll cook for you.”
My stomach dips and dances, while my heart tries to read into that. Alphas cook for omegas they are courting. For the omegas they want to keep. Squashing that line of thought, I nod.
“Are you asking me out?” I flirt, batting my eyes.
He grins fuller. “If you say no, I’ll just kidnap you.” He shrugs. Heat runs up the sides of my neck and across my cheeks with the knowledge that he read my list.
“I’ll go.”
“Probably a wise choice. Oz might forget all about dinner if we actually did kidnap you, and I’d prefer you to be full and happy first.”
Beckett insistson driving me to their mansion, so I meet him back at the office after running home to change. Leggings and an oversized sweatshirt may not be date material, but both come off easily enough. When we arrive, the delicious scent of steak grilling on the BBQ fills the air. He leads me to their back patio, overlooking the infinity pool and lake in the distance.
Fairy lights are strung above our heads and candles are lit as a centerpiece on the table. The setting is perfect for a romanticdate, but I know that isn’t what this is. Right?
My mind plays tricks on me the whole night. From the way Ozwald holds out my chair to the way Beckett insists on cutting up my steak and feeding me. And the purring…all three of them with the purrs of pleasure at taking care of me. If I didn’t know better, I’d say they do want an omega and that omega’s me.
When we are all stuffed, Oz pulls out my chair for me and offers me his hand. As my fingers touch his, he curls them around mine and leads me down a hall. When he pushes into a spacious entertainment room and not the sex room, I pause, and he turns back to me.
“Uh,” I say, unsure. I take in the huge almost wall to wall TV that must be a custom piece and the huge sofa that looksalmost like it could double as a nesting bed sitting in front of it. “What?—”
“Your food needs to settle, Sweetheart,” Beckett answers my unspoken question.
“And we need to cuddle, it’s been too long since Wednesday night,” Oz adds on. “Look, three different types of blankets.”
He leads me to the still-wrapped blankets and encourages me to touch them. He watches me expectantly, so I curl my fingers into the first one. Holy cow, the material’s soft. The first one isn’t even the softest of the three.
They are an omega’s dream for their nest. Since I take the heat suppressants, I haven’t even bothered with a nest in my apartment. If I go into heat, I take a trip to a heat clinic and check myself in. But if I had one, all three of these blankets would be welcome.
“If you don’t like them?—”
I laugh and pick up the second. “I love them all.”
His musk of amber is a blend of resinous, woody, and slightly musky notes, filling me with comfort and the sense of being home. It’s a dangerous feeling. Yet, I lean into it as he grabs up the other two and pulls me over to the humongous sofa. Can I call it a sofa if I fit on it like a bed? I scoot all the way up to the pillows. Wade and Oz follow while Beckett flips on the TV and brings the controller over to us.
I’m snug between the three of them, the blankets over our bodies. The mix of their musks clings to the air. Both familiar and so exciting I’m surprised I can sit still and let them cuddle me. Because my body’s way past ready for more of their brand of sex. It’s practically singing with need.
A full movie plays out on the screen, and I don’t actually see a thing. Instead, I soak up this feeling of being part of a pack. I know it isn’t real, and that they don’t mean what I wish they did. Still, I enjoy every second.
When the credits play, the mood changes. And before long, I realize there’s no sex room tonight because it’s all going to happen right here.
Wade’s hand runs over my stomach as he tugs my sweater free. He pulls it over my head and presses soft kisses to my skin. “Tonight, you’ll beg for the pleasure to stop because we are going to show you a very different side to BDSM. Are you ready?”
“I’m pretty sure I was born ready for this,” I say, earning me a chuckle that vibrates through my stomach. Then they prove his words.
My perfume will never come out of their sofa. And the walls hold the echoes of my pleasure as they drive me over the edge of release over and over again. It’s like they are speaking directly to my heart, with their whispered encouragements and promises.
I can’t take much more. My legs tremble violently as Oz barely grazes my sensitized clit and another orgasm clenches in my belly, ready to do what they’ve taught it to do so well.
Fall to pieces.
My muscles go bow string tight as he strokes lazily through my folds, effortlessly working me to another climax. A strangled sound erupts from my throat, but no words follow. I think I’m going to die from pleasure.
“Such a good, Bunny, coming all over my fingers,” he murmurs before licking my slick from them. “Next, you’ll come all over my cock, but not until I tell you to.”
