Ramses turns slightly. “Yeah, keep that in mind for when you get inside.”
“Really?” I say, looking over at Kai.
“Our mother, Issy, had some pretty grand ideas on how to redo the outside, but our dads distracted her, giving her run of the mill inside. And don’t say we didn’t warn you,” Kai says, agreeing and looking a mix of awkwardness and acceptance. “You know she was obsessed.”
“Obsessed? Fuck, Kai, you’re not playing it up enough,” Darius says with a wicked twinkle in his eyes. I’m not sure whether to believe him, especially when his brothers join him in chuckling while they look down at their family home.
“Either way, you can decide for yourself. All our dads wanted was for mom to always feel like she was a queen,” Kai says quietly as we circle around the property.
I smile and lean up for a kiss before I pull back and look at him in question. “A moat though. Really?”
Kai squeezes my hand. “No crocodiles, I mean if you want one, I guess we could…”
“We are not getting crocodiles,” Ramses says, shutting down his brother and ending the discussion. For no other reason but Ramses being impatient and frustrated, he’s been wavering between being overly sentimental and blisteringly angry for a little while now.
His intentions were one thing, getting us here quickly and safely but he was also insistent his brothers keep me one very satisfied Omega, until he politely asked us to stop. Through gritted teeth.
His brothers gave him shit. I offered to blow him, which he declined on a pained groan. So instead of more orgasms, I sat fully clothed with my legs shut between his brothers and got lots of snuggles.
They’ve kept my heat at a simmering level by spoiling me with soft, loved up touches that were feeding my needs as much as hard cock and knots would.
“Our grandparents actually built ‘The Great House’ but they never got to move in. And then after what happened, the castle sat empty for a year because Issy insisted their ghosts needed some alone time to settle in. The rest they say is history,” Darius says, as he tugs me over to look down. “See, over there is the greenhouse.”
I don’t know, you say greenhouse and you think of a small greenhouse, like a cubbyhouse, but the Denali greenhouse is the size of an industrial shed on the edge of what must be their property. And it is tall.
“That’s where you grow the flowers?”
“Mostly,” Ramses adds abruptly before he circles the chopper. “I’m going to land over there. I’ll take you on a tour while Dare and Kai unpack.”
And interestingly, the brothers don’t argue or say another word. I look quickly at Kai, then Dare, and the both of them acknowledge me but don’t comment.
“What?” I mouth at Dare.
But it’s Ramses who answers. “They know I’m only just hanging on, Heidi. That’s all. I need you, and I need to do this with you. Being Alpha of our pack, all these next few firsts are mine.”
“What firsts?” I ask, curious.
“Carrying you across the threshold of our ancestral home. Holding your hand to show you the rooms as I lead you to your nest, bending you over and knotting you as soon as I can, wiping my come over your skin, filling your body with my claim before biting to pack.”
“Oh,” I exclaim, rubbing my legs together. “And they’re okay about that?”
“More than happy. If they wanted, they could challenge me to be the Alpha of our pack, but they won’t. This is what we’ve been waiting for our whole life for but at the same time, they won’t begrudge me my birthright or the fact I found you first. It’s not a competition, it’s the deepest respect, and it is who we are. They’ll be right beside you, ready and waiting for today to happen. And we’ll stay by your side for the rest of our days.”
“Woah,” I whisper, waving a flush away, and coughing a few times before I reply. “It sounds perfect to me.”
“It does, doesn’t it?”
He lands the helicopter with a soft touch on the roof of ‘The Great House’ between the turrets on a landing pad, and the moment the blades stop turning Kai and Darius are hopping out, leaving me strapped in. Ramses undoes his harness with deliberate slowness. I don’t miss the slight shake of his hands.
“Can we come back here, Ram?” I ask softly.
He turns, looking at me with his eyebrows drawn together not quite seeing where I’m coming from in my question. “For sure.”
“Good. I don’t need to do a tour; I want to but I don’t need to. Your claims and filling me with your come are infinitely more important. But I want…”
“You’ll get everything,” he insists before he twists around, free of the harness, prowling closer to me.
Ramses is such a good-looking Alpha which is odd to say because his brothers are identical but to me there’s a hundred degrees of separation between the three of them. Tiny differences coupled with his yummy scent and overpowering presence but it’s also in the way he looks at me. And the way he touches. Though I could say the same for his brothers too, and I wouldn’t be lying or exaggerating.
