Beau is the one who convinced me that getting help was imperative now that my scent-memory candles went viral. It turns out Karissa, who got that last-minute candle for her grieving mate, has a decent following on socials and when she posted about how grateful they were for me bringing a piece of their alpha back to them, there was a deluge of orders that’s only grown as various blogs and influencers shared my candles. It’s been enough that I recently converted the second-floor apartment space into a workshop and office.
Which brings me back to why Beau is coming to pick me up in the first place.
I’m moving in with my pack. Well, technically I’ve been moved in for a few weeks now, but he’s helping with the last boxes of my stuff tonight.
So much for taking it slow.
What started as getting to know you dates quickly morphed to full weekend sleepovers, then to spending more nights together than apart. We tried to be cautious and take our time, but it quickly became clear that none of us really wanted that, and it felt silly to keep forcing ourselves to slow down.
Apparently, when you’re scent-matched to two people who respect you, care about your well-being and interests, and are incredibly sexy, it’s hard not to fall fast.
I smile to myself as I finish my scrub down and towel off, joy swelling inside me as I think about the night I told Beau and Ruby I loved them.
It was right before we decided to officially move in together. We’d gone to watch Beau’s hockey game that afternoon, and after Ruby and I worked out all the horniness on our alpha that had built watching him on the ice, we’d ordered a pizza. It wasn’t a particularly remarkable moment, but I was snuggling with Ruby when Beau came back into the living room with not just the pizza, but the garlic knots that I’m obsessed with and the ice cream that Ruby is feral for. I couldn’t keep myself from blurting out that I loved them. I didn’t even have a second to be embarrassed for my weird behavior or potentially making things awkward, because the words flowed from Ruby and Beau in response, like they’d both had them bottled up too. Like it was a relief to let them out. We laughed, ate our food, and came up with a plan for our pack moving in together.
When people talk about the magic of scent matches, it’s all bodies crashing together and primal need. And sure, we had that. But it’s so much deeper. I never knew that I could be so comfortable around another person. It feels like I’ve been wearing a mask my whole life—one that varies from person to person, but still always there—and with Beau and Ruby I can finally see who I am when I’m safe to take it off.
By the time I’m dressed in fresh clothes, Beau has arrived, greeting me with his signature hug that has me melting against him, kissing my hair as we scent mark each other. A little purr builds in my chest at the hint of extra sugar and citrus when I breathe him in. The unique blend of my scent matches is the bestthing in the world, and for as good as I am with fragrances, I could spend a lifetime trying to recreate it and never come close.
He smiles at me as we pull apart, his beautiful blue eyes sparkling. “Guess it’s a good thing I’m late.”
“I mean…if you’d gotten here on time, you could’ve joined me in the shower.”
He huffs a laugh. “And scandalize poor Rowan? Very unprofessional of you.”
“Hey, they’re the one knocking on the bathroom door to talk to me while I’m showering. If they’d happened to hear something, it wouldn’t have been my fault.”
“Hmm.” That’s Beau code for “I don’t agree with you, but you’re adorable and I’m your alpha so I’m not going to argue.”
I pat his cheek and grin back at him. “Alright, let’s get out of here before Ruby gets annoyed with us for taking too long.”
Beau scoffs. “Who do you think is the reason I was late?”
There’s a low pulse of arousal in my belly, the way I always feel when I think about them together. My perfume rises, and Beau lets out a soft groan.
“God, you smell good.”
I place a hand in the middle of his broad chest. “Rethinking your policy on sex in my workplace?”
He laughs and shakes his head, taking my hand in his and giving it a kiss. “Nope.”
I pretend to pout as we head back down to the shop, where I’ve piled up the remaining boxes by the back door of what was once my workspace and is now almost all storage and packing materials. Beau tries not to let me carry any of them, but I scoff at him and do it anyway, secretly loving how grumbly his alpha gets when I don’t listen.
The drive over to his house isn’t long, and we spend the entire time discussing our casting choices for the recently announced Moonblood TV series and theories for what willhappen in the next book in the series. We’ve convinced Ruby to read them, but she’s still not caught up, so we can only truly geek out about it when she’s not around.
Our stunning omega greets us at the door, the hem of her sundress showing off her luscious thighs and making me understand why she made Beau late. I want to bury my face between them. But then again, when do I not? I’m addicted to her taste and giving her pleasure. I can’t believe how long of my life I spent not even considering how good sex with an omega could be. Having my chin coated with her slick is one of my favorite pastimes.
That and using the new cock sleeve that both expands inside her like a knot and squeezes me like a lock. Last time we used that, Beau came back from the animal shelter to find us both passed out in the nest. Now we use it only when he’s there to supervise, which our alpha very much enjoys.
She catches me drooling at the sight of her and laughs. “Save that energy for tomorrow, sweetheart.”
I pout. “Why not nowandtomorrow?”
She rolls her eyes and tugs me into a hug that has us both purring right away. When she tries to step back, I nestle my face against her breasts. “Please?”
She sighs, as if it pains her as much as it pains me to deny my advances. “I’m close to my heat. If we all go to the nest now, it’ll set it off and then we’ll have to reschedule.”
I groan and kiss the top of her breasts, but step back. We’ve been discussing and planning for tomorrow for at least a month. I can hold myself together until then.
