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“When Lyon and York and I dreamed of the day we’d meet our omega, we never thought of you that way. We knew you’d be smart. And have excellent taste. After all, you’d be picking us too.”

Her expression still held clouds, as it always did when her ex came up. I hoped one day he wouldn’t at all, but for now, she had so much bottled up, years of pain, and if she didn’t release them, how could she heal? How would we even know how to help? But she giggled, just a little, and my heart soared.

“I always dreamed of my three bears even when I really didn’t understand what it might mean.”

“We are so lucky to have you, Isabella.” I reached up and started taking down mugs. “I want to hear all your ideas so we can help them become reality.”

When I turned back to face her, her eyes were swimming with tears. “Oh no. What? I didn’t mean to make you sad. I’ll fix it.”

She flung herself into my arms, tears soaking my shirt. As if that was a problem. “You didn’t make me sad, except maybe for old me who had no idea there was happiness in the world for omegas. I’d done everything, followed all the rules I could figure out, never made waves, and everything hurt all the time. It didn’t work.”

“I know, omega.” Stroking her hair, I held her close to me, my heart pounding at the nearness. “But that’s all over. Thereare no rules here except being honest and kind with one another and you can make waves all day if it suits you. Tsunamis.”

She leaned back, sniffling. “I could kiss you. I want to kiss you so badly.”

“Well, it’s a lot to ask, but all right.” Trying not to be demanding—Goddess knew she’d had enough of that in her life—I turned my face so she could kiss my cheek, but the press of her lips didn’t come. “Omega?”

“Cash, would you mind, that is, would you be the first one?”

“When you’re ready, if you want, there’s no rush.”

“There is for me. Tonight. Please?”

“You wouldn’t rather organize the kitchen?”

“Cash, what do you think?”

“I think it’s going to cost you that kiss.” This time, I didn’t turn away.

Her kiss was soft, shy, tentative, but she didn’t hesitate when I took her hand and led her toward the bedrooms. “Which bedroom, omega?” She’d been given no choices in the past, and I wanted her to have them all in our new life together.

“Is mine all right?”

“Of course.” We entered the room and I watched her carefully for any sign she might have changed her mind, but no. “I’m honored to be here with you, Isabella.”

“I-I feel the same.” She reached for the hem of her sweater, but I stopped her.

“Allow me?”

“All right,” she whispered, dropping her hands to her sides.

I cursed myself for stopping her, but I had asked, and I had a feeling she was used to having to do certain things on demand. “Still okay?”

She nodded, but something about her expression didn’t seem sure. “Do you want me to turn off the lights?” she asked.

“If it would make you more comfortable.” The only light was the lamp by her bed, a soft glow. I wanted to see every inch of her. But that time would come.

“Yes, please.”

I reached over and clicked it off, but we weren’t in utter darkness. Her window faced front, and a little streetlight filtered in. Still, Isabella relaxed, and I undressed her, each piece of clothing falling away to reveal the body I’d dreamed of. Slender, a little too thin. But decent meals would fix that, make her healthy as she should be. Her breasts, tipped by dark nipples, called me to taste and before continuing to undress her, I indulged.

Her soft gasp encouraged me on. While lapping circles around one nipple then the other, I used my free hand to ease her leggings over her hips and down her legs. Tiny lace panties tore when I grasped the elastic, and I murmured apologies around the mouthful of sweetness I refused to relinquish. I would replace her underthings and anything else she needed. We would.

The warm scent from her core finally drew me from my current treasures to kneel between her legs and take a lick of what lay there. Slick, perfume, the incredible fragrance that was only our omega intensified. Toying with her folds, I nibbled and lapped away, her whimpers growing, fingers fluttering at her sides.

I lifted my head and met her gaze. “Come whenever you’re ready, omega. I’ll find my pleasure inside you.”

When I closed my lips around her clit, sucked hard, she let out a shriek and grabbed at my hair. “Oh, Cash!”