A boy for you, and a girl for me.
Can't you see?
How happy we will be?”
Destiny opened her eyes to find all the men of Pack Stepanov watching her raptly. The tenderness of their expressions stole her breath, and she trailed off, suddenly unable to find her voice. The air around them felt charged with electricity.
“We can see it, Star,” Greyson said quietly, his voice thick with emotion. “Love, we can see it so clearly it hurts. We’ll be so happy together. And we’ll give you as many babies as you want. We want nothing more than to raise a family with you.”
Destiny blinked against tears, struggling to wrangle her emotions. Alexander rose from the couch, coming to sit near her on the hearth, leaning against Hunter’s armchair for support. Hunter dropped a hand to Xander’s head, gently stroking his hair. With Greyson in the chair on her other side, Destiny was surrounded by them, soothed by the scent of pack.Herpack.
“This is happening too fast,” she whispered, her heart pounding in disagreement. “We hardly know each other.”
Alexander leaned toward her. His eyes were almost navy in the flickering firelight. “We won’t rush you. We’ll court you for as long as you want. We’ll spend years learning your favorite foods and how you feel about the Oxford comma and whether you need white noise to sleep and if you like surprises. It will be our absolute pleasure to find out every mundane and wonderful detail about you. But even without knowing all that, we know you. We see you, Destiny. And we want you for always.”
Destiny drew in a sharp breath. There was something wild and momentous and profound growing in her chest. It felt a little like fear, but mostly like hope.
“We want you. And we’ll do whatever it takes to prove that to you,” Hunter added solemnly, his shrewd hazel eyes searching her face. “But I think you already know it’s true. We’re yours, Kitten.”
Greyson nodded. “We want you. More than we’ve ever wanted anything. We’ll wait, Star. For weeks or months or years. But I hope it’s not years because I don’t want to live another day of my life without you. You’re my North Star.”
“This is ridiculous,” Destiny said, more to herself than to Pack Stepanov. Her eyes welled with tears she tried to blink away.Logically, this conversation made no sense, and neither did the intensity of her feelings for them, or the certainty she felt in her bones. She’d never done anything like this before. She’d neverfeltanything like this before.
“Itisridiculous,” Prince Alexander agreed. “It’s ridiculous how perfectly you fit into our lives. It’s ridiculous how easy it is to talk to you, and how much we enjoy your company. It’s ridiculous how I haven’t stopped thinking about you since the moment we met, and how much I want to make you laugh or roll your eyes or give me that sassy little smirk of yours. It’s ridiculous how badly I want you. All of you—body, mind, and soul. It’s ridiculous how it took an ice princess to melt my heart, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I just want you.”
Destiny let the tears fall. She was tired of fighting her emotions, tired of questioning her instincts. If she truly released the fear of her parents’ disappointment or how the media would respond, what would her decision be?
“I want you too,” Destiny whispered. She met each of their gazes in turn, saw the hope and happiness and hunger in their eyes. Her voice was stronger when she spoke again. “I want all of you.”
Her guitar was plucked from her hands and then Alexander was lifting her to her feet, kissing away anything else she might’ve said. Greyson pressed against her back, sandwiching her between them. The moment the prince pulled away, Greyson angled her chin, taking her mouth almost languidly, the slow heat of the kiss going straight to her core. Hunter was there when Greyson released her, claiming her mouth in a hard, urgent kiss that made her stomach clench and slick drench her panties.
When they let her up for air, Destiny’s legs felt like gelatin, and her brain was fuzzy. The air was thick with their combinedscents. The smell was so wonderful that Destiny’s eyes filled again. This was soright.
“How do we do this?” she asked, trying to force her thoughts in a practical direction. She was glad that her heat was still weeks away. She knew she was making this decision while clearheaded, rather than in a hormonal haze. “I don’t want a long courtship or a media circus. I’d like to have a mating ceremony, but only a small one. Alexander is right. Time won’t change my choice. I’m yours.”
Destiny practically melted from her alphas’ approving purrs. She could feel their happiness. When had the bonds between them began to form? That persistent tug toward them had been more than mere attraction.
“We’re yours, Kitten,” Hunter said again. “I told you we were going to make sure you knew it.”
Greyson kissed her neck, and she shivered against him. She could feel the hard press of his growing erection, making it increasingly difficult for her to stick to practicalities. But there was so much to discuss. She needed to focus.
“Stop worrying,” Greyson admonished her, his lips against her ear. Destiny’s core clenched again, another gush of slick flooding her panties. “I have a plan I think you’ll like. We can discuss it tomorrow, between family time, Christmas movies, and fucking you on every surface in the packhouse.”
Destiny whined, eliciting three growls. She was losing this battle, but it felt like winning. She needed to let go and enjoy the moment. They wanted her. They were hers. This was happening.
“Remember what I said we’d do to you?” Hunter asked, leaning so close their lips nearly touched. “I described to you exactly how this was going to go. Tell me.”
Destiny pressed her thighs together, trying to soothe her throbbing clit. “You said you were going to take turns licking me, then fill all my holes.”
“Bloody hell,” Greyson groaned, his cock jerking against her ass.
“That’s right,” Hunter growled in approval. “So, I need you to make an important decision right now.”
Destiny fought another whine. She wanted them now.Neededthem. She needed their scents and tongues and hands on her.
“I know some omegas prefer to wait until their heats to mate. If you want that, we need to know now,” Hunter said. “We’ll have the urge to claim you, so we need to go in with clear agreement on how far this goes.”
Destiny’s sex-addled brain cleared for a moment, touched by Hunter’s thoughtfulness. Of course, he’d make sure she was in charge of the pace. They all would. She could trust them to respect her boundaries.
