Chapter Twenty
Harper
They had given me the nest of my dreams. A castle. Fit for a fairy princess. And the choices they made were based on things I’d said. Ideas I mentioned liking. They knew I loved to read and had set up the cozy nook. I loved sleeping with all three of them together, but most beds didn’t have room for that. This one did. They’d chosen bedding and cushions in the colors I liked, and those windows!
I’d kept them at arm’s length since the heat, afraid of crossing a line I’d regret, but now, I could see how foolish that had been. Not just because of the nest. Every day, they showed me what kind of males they were. Kind, considerate, always putting my needs ahead of their own. And then there had been the other side of the coin. What if I let myself love them and learned they didn’t want that from me. The first day I walked into this house, I’d looked around and felt like it was too nice for the likes of me. That they were.
It took them speaking frankly to help me figure out where my mind really lay. And my heart. My wolf had been all in since the beginning, but the rest of me still suffered from some PTSD, if that was the correct expression. My wolf was much smarter than me about these things. I wished I’d believed her right away, but maybe it was better that I had allowed myself the time to arrive at this point on my own.
I needed my pack, and I did not need any of these clothes. The desire was not the same as a heat where chemistry made me grab for the alphas. As they were also undressing with a rapidity that did not do their clothing any good, I had to acknowledge how well they’d treated me all this time. Not rushing me at all, even after the heat. And sleeping with me, just because I neededto feel safe and secure? Never pushing past the little bit of making out that I had actually led? How hard was that for them?
When we were all naked, the decorative pillows went flying as we landed on the round bed. I reached for my alphas, all of them, not knowing how to get them close enough to me. And then I did know. “Will you all mark me tonight?”
The silence that followed my words scared me for a moment. Had I misread what they said to me?
Then Miles sat up straight, formally nude, but somehow with all the dignity of being all our alpha. “Omega, we would be honored.”
Tears sprang into my eyes. “Me too. Then I will really be pack.” Something I’d never thought I’d want to be. And yet, with this pack, I wanted it more than anything. Miles reached for me and laid me tenderly on the bed. Unlike the chaos of the heat, this lovemaking was serious, sacred almost, as he kissed me and lay on top of me. I rested my palms on his shoulders, his gaze holding me captive. The other alphas lay close, but they weren’t touching me, not yet. Miles entered me slowly, stretching me, a tighter fit without everything a heat brought to the act. Holding on, I submitted to the alpha, holding on, heart speeding up as he did. He never stopped looking into my eyes as he drove balls deep over and over. My natural slick lubricated his path, and when he came, he brought me with him, knot swelling to bind us together. His fangs piercing my throat made me come all over again.
When his knot finally subsided, he rolled to the side and Rowan took his place. He also watched my face, intensity twisting his features before his orgasm and marking of me. When he was done, Lev did not immediately join with me. Instead, he cleaned me gently with a warm, wet cloth and cuddled me for a while, just talking, being close, and finally urging me to straddle his hips and take him inside me from ontop. Something else I’d never done before, but the control was amazing, and I built up a sweat in no time, hair sticking to my face and the friction of his groin against my clit bringing me close to orgasm so fast, even after coming a few times already.
He marked me right next to the others’ bites, while I hung over him, panting, then tucked me into his side. My mates all held me, somehow, and I slipped into sleep with their arms around me and their soft breathing in my ears.
Someone pulled a blanket over us because when I woke late in the night, we were all cuddled together, so warm and cozy. We would do this every night, I decided. All of us.
They were my fated mates, a gift I’d never thought this omega was worthy of. But they thought I was, and I’d have to be a good omega and defer to my alphas’ opinion.
On this topic.
Chapter Twenty-One
Harper
They said I could do all my baking for them from now on. And I loved that idea.
When I gave my notice, Amanda hugged me and said, “We’ll miss you. You aren’t quitting because your alphas are making you, are you?”
“No.” I wiped my eyes, touched at her kindness again, as always. “I just want to spend time with my alphas and with going to school full-time and well…we stay up kind of late…”
“You naughty girl. No details needed, unless you want to share?” She giggled at my frantic headshake. “Seriously, the only reason I am asking is because when you first came here, you were such a shy, nervous little thing, and we didn’t know how to help you really.”
“Probably why you kept me here when I was a such a screwup.”
She stepped back and brushed a lock of hair over my shoulder. “You were learning, and you learned a lot. If you ever want to come back, you will be welcome.”
“My pack wants me to do whatever I want, and for now, that means school and making treats for my alphas. But, can I be on your list if you need a fill-in for vacations or maternity leaves or sick days…whatever?”
“That would be amazing. It’s very hard to find someone who knows all the recipes and procedures to do that.” She smiled now. “Yes, that would be great!”
“And, despite the fact that I want to bake for those I love, I also plan to be a good customer here. I can be like all the other students who take up tables for hours on end, refilling coffee over and over and eating one small muffin.”
She hugged me again. “That’s fine. We will get to see your face. Now, let me fill a box with some goodies for your alphas so you get a day off at home.”
Of course, I was welcomed like a queen when I brought in the full sheet-cake-sized box filled with pastries, muffins, breads, and anything else Amanda could think of. We didn’t even have dinner that night, just carried the treats into the nest and ate in between lovemaking.
The next morning, I woke up early and was almost fully dressed before it sank in. I didn’t have a job anymore. Just school, my home, and, as Miles said, “Anything else you think you’d enjoy.”
“Ready?” Miles poked his head into the bathroom where I was leisurely combing my hair. “We are expected at the attorney’s office in a half hour.”
