My body obeys before my mind can process the command. The third orgasm is almost painful in its intensity. I cry out, my nails digging into Jett's shoulders as pleasure overwhelms everything else.
Jett's knot swells and locks and he's coming inside me with a groan, his whole body shuddering with the force of it.
We stay tangled together while we all come down. Three alphas and their omega, sweaty and satisfied and completely bonded. My strawberry and honey scent is mixed so thoroughly with their combined scents that I can't tell where I end and they begin.
Eventually we need to move. Shower. Eat the dinner that Cassian made and that's probably cold by now. But for this moment, we just exist together in the aftermath.
"I love you," I say into the comfortable silence. "All of you. So much."
"We love you too," Pine says, his dark eyes soft. "More than we thought we could love anyone."
We eventually make it to the shower, which becomes its own adventure when three alphas decide they need to help washtheir omega. By the time we're clean and dressed in comfortable clothes, it's nearly nine o'clock.
Cassian reheats dinner while the rest of us resettle on the couch. The food is incredible as always. Some kind of pasta with vegetables and a cream sauce that tastes like heaven. We eat directly from the serving dishes, passing them around and stealing bites from each other's forks.
"Tell me about Savannah's wedding plans," Pine says when we're mostly finished eating. "Where are you at with everything?"
I launch into a detailed update about vendors and timelines and the million small decisions that go into planning a wedding. They listen with genuine interest, asking questions and making suggestions and being completely engaged.
"Jessica's been amazing," I say. "I honestly couldn't do any of this without her. She's so organized and detail-oriented and she anticipates problems before they happen."
"She's good people," Jett agrees. "How's she doing? I feel like we haven't seen her around much lately."
"She's been busy with her own stuff," I say. Then I pause, considering whether to share what I've been noticing. "Actually, I think something's changing with her. Her scent is different. Sweeter. More complex."
"Different how?" Cassian asks, his gray eyes curious.
"I think she might be an omega," I say carefully. "I don't think she knows it yet. But her scent has been shifting over the last few weeks. It's subtle but it's definitely there."
"Does that happen?" Jett asks. "People not knowing their designation?"
"It can," I say. "Especially if someone presents late or if they've been suppressing it unconsciously. Jessica's been so focused on work and building her career that she might not have noticed the signs."
"Should you say something to her?" Pine asks.
"I don't know," I admit. "Part of me thinks she needs to figure it out on her own. Part of me thinks I should at least let her know I'm here if she has questions. I don't want to overstep but I also don't want her to feel alone if she's going through something confusing."
"Trust your instincts," Cassian says. "You'll know when the time is right to bring it up."
We settle back into comfortable silence. The wine is gone. The food is eaten. The candles are burning low. Outside the window, snow continues to fall in the darkness.
"What time is it?" I ask, suddenly realizing I have no idea how close we are to midnight.
Pine checks his phone. "Eleven thirty. We've got half an hour until the new year."
"I can't believe it's been almost a year," I say, curling deeper into the blankets. "A year ago, I was in Denver, alone, thinking my life was over. And now I'm here with you three, planning weddings, building a business, living a life I never imagined."
"A year ago, we were here waiting for something we didn't know we needed," Jett says. "And then you showed up and everything made sense."
"We should make resolutions," I suggest. "New year, new goals, all that traditional stuff."
"You first," Pine says.
I think about it while watching the snow fall. There are so many things I want for the coming year. More weddings to plan. The business to grow. This pack to deepen and strengthen.
"I want to plan at least ten weddings," I say. "I make the business into something real and sustainable. I want to be brave enough to take risks even when they scare me."
"You're already brave," Cassian says. "But I love that goal."
