He doesn’t make me suffer. He accepts before continuing to rewrite my expectations of Alphas. Ever so tenderly, he guides my head to his chest.
“My heart beats for three people. I won’t hide how I feel. I don’t and never have pretended with Hendrix or Ryder, and I won’t disrespect you like that either. If you are angry or hurt by something I have done or said, I want you to feel safe enough to tell me.”
I listen; the beat of his heart is strong and true. As real as his touch, and the stark sincerity of his words.
“I’d like that. A lot. Thank you for telling me I upset you.”
“Of course, Amore Mio. Now tell me why you said you’ve never had a nest besides mine, and I’ll share with you how fucking wrong that is. What were your parents thinking?”
“I’m not sure they were. Well, Lawson used to be my greatest supporter. He knew about my sensitivities, and he knew Brody was manipulating me. After his heart attack he changed, and he forgot everything I’d told him. Now, he is pro-Brody.”
“And your nest?” Ryder prompts, gently inserting him into our conversation, but it wasn’t like he’d really left either. He’d been holding me the entire time.
“I should have said, outside of the nest Dominic made, I have never had one. I used to hide under my bed when I needed comfort, but my parents never knew. If they did, I am sure I would have had my bed built in so I couldn’t hide. And when I was in heat, I was mostly sedated and confined to a wing of the house no one would come near.”
The three of them stagger backwards under the weight of my latest secret. Before they each turn to me, without saying a word, I read loud and clear that I will never go without.
Hendrix offers me his hand—always giving me a choice. As soon as I accept, he leads me to the elevator.
“When we’re in the city, we live here. There’s lots of space, and the views are incredible. Plus, we’re near to work.”
The lift opens and he turns me so my back presses against his chest. He curls around me as he leans in to press the button for their level. Not the penthouse but the floor under.
Dominic is watching me intently, and Ryder squeezes into the small space between us and the side of the elevator. All the warm, fuzzy feelings from before return as I get wrapped up in their combined scents.
“We own the penthouse. It’s where Ryder spends lots of his time when he’s not on the road. We converted it to an open space and a music studio. But when he’s writing or producing, anyone that is working with him needs access. You’re entirely safe.” Hendrix says.
Before I can say a word, Ryder is talking. “I think I’ll get the architect back though. I don’t want anyone having access upstairs anymore.”
Dominic smirks without saying a word. I think everyoneis aware he’s already set it in motion to fix their apartment. Checking on Ryder, the roll of his eyes only confirms it.
Staying tucked against Hendrix, I watch the counter blinking as we pass the floors. I need something to focus on as Hendrix trails his hands down my sides, keeping his fingers on my waist while he inches my short skirt up until it becomes a belt rather than a dress.
My eyes jump from the counter when Dominic moves slowly and with considered intent. His focus stays on me though, and a tickle of goosebumps races across my bare skin when he presses the stop button. The lift comes to a gliding halt, though the sensations Hendrix is already stirring within me make it feel as if we’re still rising.
“Sweetheart, will you let me take these panties off?” Hendrix breathes his question against my ear, and I shiver like I’m naked in a snowstorm.
“Wh… Wh… Why?” My teeth chatter. But I’m not cold. Not in the least.
“Because I want your pack to see how fucking beautiful your cunt is,” he murmurs before biting down on the spot he always seems to gravitate toward. With my skin between his teeth, he licks and talks. “Before we get lost in your heat, I want them to see how absolutely incredible your pussy is. And then if it’s okay with you, Ryder would like to fuck you with his tongue.”
I gulp and nod. Gulp and nod.
I own this ripped up cunt, Simmy,smashes against my defences.
But at the same time, Hendrix dips his fingers through the slick mess in my panties. “Jesus, Simona, you will ruin us.”
Bad memories fade as Hen keeps patting my pussy like he’s never felt anything better.
I get a hard suck on my neck before he releases the skin,dipping down behind me and taking my panties along for the ride.
Ryder is not subtle as he side steps and sinks to his knees. His head falls against the wall of the lift, and his lips move like he’s in prayer.
It takes me a few seconds to realise he’s whispering, asking me if he can touch—and taste—me.
“Yes!” I say, but it comes out like a loud squawk.
Hendrix starts to trail his fingers up my thighs, and I have to lock my knees not to collapse. “Look how luscious our Omega’s pussy is.”
