I nodded and pressed my face to his throat, soaking in his scent.
“Mmm, not feeling very verbal, sweetheart?” he asked.
I shook my head and pressed myself tighter against his chest, breathing in lungfuls of earthy pine and sea. I shivered when the wind picked up, goosebumps rising on my skin.
“Come here, baby,” Easton said. I kept my eyes closed as he slipped a warm sweater over me. It smelled like chocolate and hazelnuts and warm pastries and everything good. I made a happy little sound, wiggling so I was pressed tight between them. My last thought before I drifted to sleep was that I never wanted to leave this spot.
17
LARS
Olive was tuckedup against my chest, completely naked under the sweater Easton had pulled over her head. My hand palmed her ass as Easton kept her pussy plugged with our cum.
Olive Olive Olive.
I dipped my head down to her neck and scent-marked her. Intellectually, I knew she was already covered in my scent, but I wanted the entire world to know that Olive was mine.Ours. There was nothing that could make me leave this spot, to release her from my arms.
A gust of wind blew off the water, fluttering up the corners of our picnic blanket and making Olive shiver.
Fuck.
Nothing would make me leave this spot except for my omega being cold.
She protested as I moved to a seated position, clinging to me and keeping her face buried in my chest. My alpha fuckingpreened. He wanted her just as addicted to me as I was to her.
“Come on, sweetheart. It’s too cold out here for you.” Her thighs might be thick and luscious, her body curvy, but she was still so damn small compared to me. I signaled to Easton, but he was alreadyon it. He helped me get up so I didn’t have to release the sweet, sleepy omega before shaking out the blanket and wrapping it around her.
I turned to the lighthouse and hesitated. Olive seemed hesitant to have us inside the cottage. I knew from growing up in a pack that omegas could be very protective over their space. I hoped one day she would feel safe enough to let us inside, but for now, I headed to the lighthouse door, moving my hand under her ass to support her as I climbed the winding stairs to the service room. It was warm in here, although I still wished I had a comfortable bed to lay her down on. She deserved all things soft.
I carefully sat on the floor, my back to the wall. Olive was still clinging to me, her arms and legs wrapped around me and her face pressed to my neck. My alpha did a fist bump knowing she was scent-marking me, even as she slept.
I eyed Easton’s sweater and frowned. My alpha was a petulant two-year-old whining because he wanted to see her inmyclothes.
Footsteps echoed on the stairs as Easton popped into the room. He’d gotten dressed and was holding up a large cooler. “I hid this so Felix wouldn’t get it this time, but I’ve got lunch for all of us.”
Olive snorted out a laugh, and I looked down to see that her eyes were open.
“Oh, you thought that was funny, did you?” Easton asked.
She sat up more fully, and I had to stop myself from pulling her flush against me. Instead, I helped her maneuver so her back was to my chest, making sure she was still covered by the blanket.
“Felix was doing me a favor.”
Easton raised an eyebrow as he pulled out sandwiches, chips, and cookies with Rosie’s Cafe printed on the wrappers.
“Felix must like you then.” He handed Olive a sandwich. “I got extra pickles on the side, should you want some.”
Olive blushed, and I couldn’t stop myself from running my finger down her cheek.
“Wait,” Easton said, pausing with his sandwich halfway to his mouth. “Has Felix been with you all this time? Everyone’s been wondering where he’s been.” He made a little noise as half his sandwich ingredients fell out from the bottom.
“Oh,” Olive said, her brow furrowing. “Did I do something wrong? He was here when I moved in and just kind of stuck around. Although he hasn’t been here as often recently.”
I squeezed her close. “You did nothing wrong. No one controls Felix.”
The three of us fell into a comfortable silence as we ate our lunch, the hum of the lighthouse machinery our gentle soundtrack. Olive ate half her sandwich and then folded it back up and placed it in her lap. Had she eaten enough? Maybe I could coax her to eat a few more chips, or maybe a cookie…
“So…” she said, interrupting my thoughts. “Did we really just do DVP outside?”
