And the warm presence by my legs.
I’m surrounded by alphas.
That thought should startle me. However, the familiar scents… calm me.
These men intimidate me. Yet they’re… they’re mine.
I feel it in my soul. Know it in my heart. Like we’re fated mates or some supernatural craziness.
Maybe I’m insane to accept our intertwined destinies. But those orgasms last night surely make it easier to embrace.
First with Johan.
Then with Lazarus.
Neither of them used me for pleasure. They only provided it.
And Lazarus helped calm me down.
I thought I was going into heat. Now I know it was all driven by hormones.
Which means my next estrus is going to beexplosive.
It’s also coming soon. I sense that I’m on the cusp of losing myself to that dreaded cycle. Early, as I feared.
Yet I’m not as scared now.
Because I don’t think these alphas will hurt me. In fact, I’m rather certain they will ensure I experience the best heat of my life.
I shiver at the thought of having a real knot inside me.
No. Not aknot, butknots.
Can I take them all at once?I wonder, my thighs clenching.
Which is when I belatedly realize there’s a leg lodged there, one that belongs to whoever is at my back.
“Morning, pet,” a slightly accented voice greets me, telling me Noah is behind me. “Sleep well?” He presses his nose to my neck, his lips ghosting across my pulse. “Any good dreams you’d like to share? Perhaps one that led to that delicious scent blossoming between your thighs?”
Heat threatens to swallow me whole. Yet somehow I manage to ask, “Why are you in my bed?”
“Because Laz said we were having a cuddle party,” he murmurs.
A rumble of disagreement sounds from the male in front of me, but it’s the one near my legs that says, “Noah’s jealous that he hasn’t experienced a first with you yet. So now he’s going to cling to you like a puppy dog until he gets what he wants.”
I blink. “What?”
“I’m knotting you first,” Noah tells me, causing my eyes to widen.
“Excuse me?”
“Hey, it’s only fair.” He moves and pulls me so I’m on my back and staring up at him. “I confessed my love, and Iproposed. Yet somehow the first kiss went to Johan and the first lick went to Laz.”
First lick?I repeat to myself, frowning.
Then I realize what he means, and I’m even hotter than before.
“So I’m claiming first knot,” Noah goes on, clearly oblivious to my mortification. “Unless… unless you don’t want me to knot you. In which case, I won’t.” His expression falls. “Do you not want my knot, little bee? Did I scare you last night? Because I promise I would never hurt you. I…”
