My heart pounds in my chest so hard I’m afraid Rowan and Griffin will hear it and judge me.
The two of them seem so calm. This doesn’t seem like as big of a deal to them as it does to me.
“You—you both want to bond with me, right?” I ask, a wave of insecurity threatening to drown me. I clutch at the soft blanket Griffin has wrapped around me, clinging to it like a lifeline.
“Fuck yes?—“
“Of course?—“
Their answers are immediate, jumbling over each other.
“If we’ve made that unclear, then we’re obviously doing something wrong,” Griffin huffs. “We both just want to make sure we’re not pressuring you into anything.”
“The last thing either of us would want is for you to feel like you can’t say no,” Rowan adds.
“Well, I’m not saying no,” I say, flashing them a teasing smile.
A low growl leaves Griffin’s chest, and he tugs down the blanket, baring me to their gazes.
I always had a strange relationship with nudity, even before Igot here. I don’t think I reacted as strongly as I maybe should’ve to being stripped naked and thrown into Ash and Rage’s cells.
I think it was because I didn’t know what being naked often leads to.
Their intense gazes dragging down my body make me squirm. I definitely know what it leads to now.
“Fuck,” Griffin growls, tossing the blanket back over my body.
“What?”I blink at him in confusion.
“I can’t fucking think with you squirming around like you’re desperate for us to take you.” He buries his face in the crook of my neck, taking a deep inhale of my perfume. “I know this isn’t the thing young omegas dream about when they imagine bonding with someone, but I want you to know that I vow to you I’ll always take care of you. Always.”
“Thank you,” I murmur softly, lacing his hand with mine. “But I want you to know that this is perfect. Because I have you guys. I never dreamed I could even have that.”
“Thank you for picking me,” Rowan sayssoftly. “I’ve spent my entire life wanting to be picked, wanting to be someone worthy and you have no fucking idea how much you insisting on biting me today means to me.”
My lower lip wobbles as I see the open look of worship on his face. He’s taken charge so much that I forget until moments like these, how young and how fragile his heart is.
“Of course I’d pick you,” I whisper, my voice strained. “It was never an option not to.”
Rowan’s lips crash down onto mine, and I’m consumed by our kiss.
“Fucking hell, I love watching you two,” Griffin growls, tugging the blanket away from my body again, his hands roaming across my exposed skin.
This is different than the other times we’ve been together in the past week, and there have been plenty to compare it to, that’s for sure. The times we’ve been together have been weighed downby the almost frantic nature of the two of them trying to ease my pain.
But because that spike of pain hasn’t flared up yet, this feels intense for a different reason.
This is intense because they seem to want to prove to me how devoted they are to me with each kiss, each lick, each reverent touch of their bodies against mine.
“Clothes off,” I pant against Rowan’s lips, a frustrated whine leaving the back of my throat as I tug desperately at the fabric of his t-shirt.
He whips his shirt off instantly, leaving them in a pool on the floor.
“How do you want us?” Rowan pants against my lips.
My hands roam over the smooth skin of his back and I shake my head.
“I don’t know, I just want you.”
