I get pining is another symptom of Omega heat, and I can feel Dominic’s eagerness to return easily in our bond. Reading them is easy, almost like they’re both whispering against my ear, confirming they’re going to triple check the guards are here like the Phoenix Group promised.
I curl myself back into Ryder’s arms, and he pulls me to his chest, shifting us so I can keep track of where the others are going. And it’s there, while we wait for their return, that the realisation strikes me—how wonderfully easy it is to be with them.
“Thank you,” I whisper, rubbing my face against Ryder’s shirt. Chasing more of his reassuringhoney-dipped scent,along with the comforting warmth radiating off him. “I want this.”
He kisses the top of my head, chuckling almost villainously, already knowing what I mean. My panties flood as part of me gets caught up in the daydream of seeing him inside my nest—his clothes spread everywhere. My gaze drifts, picking out the pieces from both Dominic and Hendrix that will soon do the same.
Ryder dips down and slowly trails his nose along my throat. When he looks at me, his eyes are hooded, and it looks like he’s struggling to speak. Before I can ask if he’s okay, he cracks his neck side to side, whispering intimately. “How wet are you, Sin baby?”
The air in my lungs whooshes out. “Saturated.” There’s no shame accompanying my oversharing. I want him to know what they do to me. I want them to know everything about me.
Hendrix turns, almost like he heard us, or perhaps he scented me in the air. His focus locks in my direction, and the nearer he comes, the more it feels like he burrows inside.
I feel myself getting dizzy under the assault of his attention. His designation is unrestrained and amplified by his desires. His stormy green eyes are overflowing with it and are dangerously intense. I can’t look away. I don’t really want to either.
Thankful Ryder’s grip on me tightens because as Hendrix gets nearer, so does his scent. And it’s enough to send me to my knees.
I whine. Before I can wonder if I should have zipped my lips, Ryder is encouraging me to be even more vocal, and Hendrix’s lips are on mine. He nips and licks his way into my mouth with an intensity that sears and consumes. Each and every kiss of his leaves me gasping for air.
Hendrix’s thunderstorm scent and Ryder’s honey perfumeis all I breathe. I float in a haze. Never before have I felt this way, so safe, so free, so turned on. So desperate for us to be together.
Continuing to kiss and touch, we turn so we can all keep track of Dominic. It’s not really necessary since he’s flooding our bond with his intentions, and I assume theirs.
It’s so natural being myself with them. I feel myself relaxing with each second we share. Until of course I trip myself up, and question if something this amazing could actually be happening to someone like me.
I fight out of the small space we share, suddenly feeling I shouldn’t be here.
Dominic becomes somehow bigger, and his designation presses against me, stealing my focus. His eyes are unusually hard, vicious even. “Do you know who you belong to?”
His bark is like a clap of thunder.
Dominic doesn’t stop intruding. He crowds in, making his designation press on me from all angles until it’s just him and me.
I am completely at his mercy. There’s nothing between us; the biting anger I thought I saw in his eyes isn’t there. He nearly drowns me in his scent, while he urges so many beautiful feelings through our bond. His hands rise up slowly to wrap around my face, gentle like feathers against my skin. “Sorry,Amore Mio, your past can’t have you anymore, you are ours.” He leans down so I see the sincerity blazing in his beautiful eyes, and he takes long deep breaths with me until I stop sounding like I’ve run a marathon. “I know I scared you, and for that I am very sorry. You belong to us now. When you struggle to remember, we will remind you.”
He helps me fight against whatever it was that spooked me. Perhaps I will never know if it was a word, a touch, or a noise that triggered me, but I believe Dominic when he says he will remind me whenever I need him to.
His hand rests on the back of my neck, his thumb trailing over my pulse guiding it back to normal.“If I have to bark into your ear every second of every day so you are free of him I will. I can see the shadows in your eyes are only lingering from his conditioning. Which is entirely different to his influence. Tell me who you belong to, please,” he growls, dipping lower, whispering and coercing an answer from me with a flurry of his wicked little kisses.
I suspect some people may view his display as unnecessary, perhaps even cruel toying with the power play between us, but I don’t. I see him ready to be the one to chase the horror away. I get a small, dangerous smile before he speaks. “As your lawyer, I will be advising you to trust your pack with your healing.” He grins more as he keeps talking in his professional voice, his eyes glittering wildly as he guides me back into Ryder’s and Hendrix’s embrace. “We’re going to treasure you every day, Simona. Don’t ever doubt how sincere we are in our intentions. We’ve been waiting for you; and now that you’re here, we will do everything so you understand how important you are to us.”
“You say the sweetest things,” I murmur, as my mind refills with light and fluffy emotions. With them around, I’m starting to see clearer and clearer that Brody will not be able to darken my happiness.
“Hmmm, you taste like the sweetest thing.” He shuts his eyes, as if savouring something. His eyes pop open again, but his lust is contained this time. “How’s your pain level?”
I think on his question before answering. “Actually okay. Besides me being a little emotional.” I bite my lip and we both know what I’m referring to.
“Then how about we go up to make sure what we have prepared is up to your standard.”
I laugh humourlessly, shaking my head. “Dominic, I don’t have a standard. I’ve never had a nest.”
He stares at me, the spark of pain darkening his eyes making me reconsider what I said. But he beats me to it. “The nest I made you doesn’t count?”
My stomach drops. I grip his hand and immediately try to fix the hurt I’m responsible for. “Oh my god, Dominic. No, I didn’t mean what I said the way it came out. I adored the nest you built me, and I will treasure the beautiful memory for a very long time. I’m so sorry I hurt you.”
His startling black and white honesty is something I am not used to. I’m used to protracted games and falsities. Being a part of their world, where they are respectful and honest and want the same in return, will take some getting used to.
“Apology accepted.”
