Abel leans down, and I meet him halfway, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips in appreciation. All while being knotted in the omega of our dreams.
“I love you, Abel.”
“And I love you, Kev.”
When my eyes crack open, the blackout curtains are pulled back, letting the sun beam in. We never open the curtains in the nest. Omegas love the dark and cozy, and who are we to go against that…
I realize it must be morning seeing the sun on this side of the house. Then I spot Abel across from me, still sleeping in the bed. His brows are clinched, a pained expression marring his features; maybe he’s having a bad dream. It hits me that August isn’t in bed with us, and I shoot straight up and see that the bathroom door is shut.
There’s panic, worry, and disgust running through the bond—heavily. I’m sure that’s what is taking over Abel’s dream. I shake him awake as quietly as I can, and I hear a sob echo through the bedroom, coming from the closed en suite’s door.
I’m up and moving before I can even second-guess what I’m doing. When I try the doorknob, it’s locked, so I rear back and kick the door in, only to find August leaning over the sink, tearsstreaming down his face. Our eyes lock on one another in the mirror, his drifting down my naked form before he shrinks away from me.
He’s beautiful.
Even like this, with the tears lining his eyes.
I do all I know to do—hit my knees ready to ask for any and all forgiveness.
CHAPTER
SEVEN
AUGUST
I’m bonded.
I have two fucking bond marks marring each side of my goddamn neck.
What happened?
I try to ground myself, but anytime I do that, the panic starts again, because I’m in some random house—beautiful house, I might add—and I have no clue who owns the thing. As I float back to scanning my body, it doesn’t even feel like mine. I’m guessing a Mack truck ran me over at highway speeds and reversed back over me to ensure they finished the job while I was out.
Then my eyes land back on my new marks, and the hyperventilating starts again. Why would two, I’m assuming, Alphas want to bond with a boring beta like me? Did I get kidnapped and drugged? None of this makes sense, but my body doesn’t feel like it’s in danger, even if I want to ignore everything my treacherous body is telling me and sprint out of this house to safety.
Still, my mind floats back to being the beta that has always floated under the radar. I have a basic desk job and do nothing to rock the boat. The wildest thing I’ve done recently is get my nose pierced and dye my hair the lightest shade of pink I could get away with in the office. But other than that, I’m the definition of boring.
I woke up naked in the bed between two bodies that I didn’t even look at before getting up and running into the en suite. My whole body feels sticky, in what I’m assuming to be sweat, but extra sticky and even wet between my thighs… Reaching down and running my hand between my legs, I am immediately met with sticky, slick.
What. The. Fuck.
I know what slick feels like, having grown up with an omega bestfriend, but why do I have it between my legs? Did they add it there? What kind of freak shit are these two into? And I feel like I’m covered in some kind of caramel perfume or something. To the point I need to clear my throat every few seconds because the scent is so strong.
My vision starts to blur, tears filling my eyes, as I lean over the counter again, trying to catch my breath.
In through my nose.
Out through my mouth.
I keep repeating it until my breathing starts to even out again.
That’s when the door to the bathroom is kicked in. I meet the eyes of a huge Alpha. His scent hits me first, and fuck, my knees almost buckle. Sea salt and coconuts, like an expensive tanning oil, but the one with the protective SPF, engulfs me.
How my body can already tell he’s protective is beyond me, but it’s rolling off of him.
He hits his knees when he sees that I’m upset, and the confusion that is lacing everyone of my thoughts is all consuming. Why is this Alpha on his knees—is it for me?
I let my eyes roam down his bare form, and it appears his whole body was sculpted by the gods. My eyes land on his massive cock, and I choke out, “Holy shit, you’re fucking hot.” I slam my hand over my mouth, letting out a little squeak of embarrassment.
