His tone is brittle and comes across as a challenge to my overly wired state.
I growl viciously, fists lifting, feet turning, but he grabs my waist and digs his fingers in deep like claws. “You smell so good, Hen. I’d bark you to your knees and make you swallow my cock if we weren’t standing on this street corner. Behave.”
I am no sub. But Dominic is a part of my soul. I clasp my hands to Ryder’s waist and drag him to me, using the leveling effect I usually find when I’m pressed between the two of them. We stay pressed together until I can see without the red tinge of rage. Until the Range Rover pulls to a stop.
The world could be falling down but she is all I see. And while I might be temporarily blinded by her arrival—she’s the only thing in my world right now. Awareness radiates out in lethal precision, enabling me to sense danger around us. There is none.
Ryder opens the door, and I’m floored by the billowing steam of cookies and cream that mists the air. I snarl, knowing late night passersby will scent her.
But the pauses become a stumbling block as I get thrown by memories of how I nearly lost Dominic before I properly had him. History could repeat. I could…
Dominic squeezes his hold on me, hard enough to bruise. “She’s waiting for us. You are exactly what she needs. Now start driving,Innamorato.”
He steps away, and like always, I feel as if I have lost a small piece of myself.
Ryder leaving does the same.
Unlike Simona. From the second I saw her, I’d finally found where all those small pieces of me, and us, had gone.
Chapter
Thirty-Three
DOMINIC
No matter the words I use to try to get Hendrix to understand she’s okay and getting nearer by the second, his anxiety continues gathering like storm clouds on the horizon.
I know exactly what he needs. I would have sent him to his knees to remind him. Except we all heard her softly confess she wanted to watch the three of us together. So, we happily abstained until we get the chance to show our Omega how her Alphas love with every fucking thing we are. It will be a show and a warning of exactly how she’ll be worshipped and adored.
Ryder bounces besides us, his mind racing as quick as his feet want to move.
His energy needs corralling like Hendrix’s. But plugging his force is a futile exercise. Instead, it’s best to let his energy, and creativity, burn itself out. In those manic times, I leave Hendrix to cater to Ryder’s every whim, delivering him food and the release they need. Now, though, I suspect she will be involved, and if that’s the case, I also will be.
Today his eagerness isn’t based on the voice of his muse, or maybe it is. He keeps insisting Simona and his muse are one and the same.
The Range Rover glides to a smooth stop. The two Alphas—who have done nothing but good as her personal security—leave without a backwards glance. Lucky for them, or I might’ve needed restraining myself.
Knowing your Omega is being watched by others is a hard bitter pill to swallow. It should have been one of us. However, our gentle Omega forced us away, concerned for our welfare in case her snake of an Alpha, or her family, ties us together before we have covered our asses. After working on nothing but ensuring her safety today, it brings me great pleasure knowing from this day forth, one of us will be with her at all times.
Brody Henderson is a dead man walking, unless of course she pardons his life. I’d prefer him dead but at the same time Simona has suffered enough because of him. I won’t and can’t allow her to suffer another second because of him anymore. If she wants him alive, then that’s what will happen.
The apprehension that has buried into my soul during the past few days eases instantly as I watch her face light up when Ryder wastes no time and climbs in the back seat.
Hendrix stays where he is, not because he isn’t equally desperate and eager, he is. He is still having a time of reflection, wondering if he has the strength to protect her, and us. I know him better than I know myself, and this kind-hearted asshole is more than enough. He loves with a fierce possessiveness, but his love is an incredible gift.
I bark against the shell of Hendrix’s ear, and he goes rigid . Not fighting my dominance. But sometimes even the strongest need guidance or reminding.
“You rescued me from my father’s clutches, Hendrix. You carved a life for us when we had nothing. Gordon Geoffreywas no match for you either.Innamorato, there’s no need for you to question whether you can do this because you were born to be our Alpha.”
He spins, dipping low so his mouth hovers over mine. There are no words between us because I understand him, as he understands me. His gratitude and love illuminate his green eyes, sharp and blinding like lightning streaking the sky.
Now he is ready.
When he steps away, I follow him, like I always have although she will probably rewrite that too. Which is no loss at all. We will simply evolve into something stronger, better—because there is no doubt in my mind about the truth of the reminder I gave him.
Hendrix reaches the door first and as he opens it, her mouth-watering scent rushes out and ensnares the both of us. I feel the impact reverberating through him, echoing through our pack bonds, sweeping up Ryder and realigning the three of us as hers.
Before I get inside the car, I find her eyes shining bright like emeralds in the sun before she blinks them, bringing more of the blue with them. The colour might change but they stay wide like saucers in her gentle amazement, and obvious yearning.
