Orion smiles warmly. It lifts his cheek, squinting his beautiful blue eyes. He's so unassuming. If he were human, I'd think he was just too pretty not to have the ego of an underwear model.
"We should have anticipated some of this. All of it. Nesting—" he waves his hand toward my bed, as if that's enough explanation. When I scrunch my nose in confusion, he tugs one of his t-shirts out from under my pillow. My cheeks flame.
God, I should have put that back by now.
I just happened to be walking past his room and noticed the shirt didn't make it all the way to the laundry. I told myself I was just cleaning up. And when I took it back to my room, I told myself it was going into my laundry basket so I could clean it for him. And when I shoved it under my pillow, I told myself it was because it would be a waste to let his scent fade from the shirt before I washed it. My omega approved wholeheartedly, which should have told me something.
"That's not—I mean, I can explain—"
Grayson cuts me off. "You tried to tell me the other night about the dreams, and I didn't listen."
"I shouldn't have said what I said," I tell them. "At the cafe. That was stupid. I can't believe I got that woman's hopes up."
"You told me you thought the dream was real. You said you felt like you were really there, like you could smell the place, feel it. Has that changed?"
"Well, no…"
Grayson sits up. He grabs my arm and tugs me forward, and I fall into his lap easily. Orion's hand lands on my knee as I curl into Grayson. My heart beats a little faster.
His voice is rough. "I should have listened to you. Omega gifts—they're not like other wolves. And I shouldn't have assumed you knew what was coming when I didn't even know. You're learning to be an omegaanda wolf. I've taken that for granted, and I'm sorry. We've failed you, Mona. We've been too slow to teach you." His hand runs through my hair, to my shoulder. I shiver against his touch. Then his hand wraps around the back of my neck and squeezes. "That ends now."
Orion's hand on my leg tightens. Subtly at first. Then it smooths out, fingertips caressing my knee. Softly. Reverently. Where the heat of his hand connects with my skin, it feels like static electricity. Zapping and singing. The sensation crawls up my leg, and I tense against it. My heart keeps pounding. Louder, now.
His hand shifts over my knee until it's between my legs. My breath hitches. His hand tightens, this time on the inside of my thigh. Heat blooms where his fingertips press, and our eyes lock for a beat.
Pupils blown wide, nostrils flaring slightly as he inhales my scent, I can't look away, can't move, caught between his touch and Grayson's body beneath mine. An electric current runs between the three of us.
Me and my two mates.
There's nothing else I want. There's no other way this could be.
They are mine. And I am theirs.
Grayson's cock thickens beneath me, pressing against my hip. I feel it stiffen and rise, so hard it pushes against me, nearly sliding me off his lap. But his arms hold me close.
His jaw tightens, scent growing molten, and it collides with Orion's, thickening until I can barely breathe through it. My own perfume is so strong, the room practically feels like we're wading in honey.
"Firefly," Orion purrs. I drag my gaze up with effort—I'm so hot, so needy, it takes nearly all my concentration to hold myself back, to keep from falling into a puddle. His hand slides higher. And Grayson, beneath me, lifts his hips, grinding his length into my hip.
"I don't—" I start, but don't know how to finish. I've never felt like this before.
Dizzy. Hazy with need. My clit is practically aching. I can feel my heartbeat in it. I'm so wet my underwear feels soaked. I should be embarrassed.
"Firefly," he starts again. His voice sounds strangled and raspy. "Will you let us take care of you?"
"I'm—" I shake my head, unsure of what to do, what to say. I'm so nervous. I haven't been with anyone in so long. And I've never been with two people. But this feels so right.
And forever.
And it's terrifying.
"No sex," he promises. "Not yet. But your omega needs relief."
I nod my head vigorously, while my omega whimpers in agreement. Orion chuckles. I look at Grayson, but he's not smiling. His brow is strained and furrowed.
But he's the one who moves first.
In one swift movement, he lifts me like a doll, setting me down in the center of the bed. He tugs off my sleep shorts. I don't even stop him. I don't complain, I don't try to keep them on.
