Dylan laughs softly behind me. He seems pleased, like he helped build the place with his bare hands. “You like it?” he asks.
“I love it,” I admit, then glance around. “Are the other guys home too?”
“Slater and Jasper are out,” Mason explains. He moves deeper into the house. “Some meeting about the harbor expansion. Won’t be back for hours.”
A pulse flickers low in my stomach.Hours.Alone. Just the three of us.
“Let me grab some pants,” Dylan says, jogging down the hallway. Mason follows him, leaving me standing in the entryway with my thoughts spiraling.
What am I doing here?
I should leave. At least pretend like I have self-control. Instead, I wander toward the windows. Outside is nothing but night and the faint outline of pines. I can’t see the view, but I imagine sunlight spilling across the town, water, mountains. I imagine waking up here. Not alone.
Their footsteps return. When I spin around to face them, my breath jolts. Sweatpants now. Gray on Mason. Black on Dylan. Bare feet whispering across the hardwood. Still shirtless and carved from temptation.
Heat crawls up my neck. My chest. Lower.
I try to look away, but my body has its own ideas. Everything pulses toward them like a magnet I never learned to master. Their scents curl around me. Warm. Male. Familiar in a way that terrifies me.
What if this is more than attraction?
What if this is a match?
How would I even know?
It’s not like I’ve ever met a scent match before. I could be imagining it, and my body could just be starved and stupid. I tell myself that and try to believe it, but my skin prickles every time they get close, and that feels like a truth I’m not ready to hold.
“Water?” Mason asks.
“Please.”
We move into the kitchen, and he flicks on the lights. Marble counters, stainless steel everything. He pours three glasses and hands one to me. The glass is cold. My hands are not. My palms sweat around it.
Dylan steps in behind me. The heat from his chest sinks into my back. His hands settle at my waist. My stomach tightens as if it’s waiting for whatever comes next.
Then Mason is in front of me. Close enough that I sense the fire of his breath on my mouth. Their bodies bracket me. My pulse kicks hard. I can pretend to be calm, but my thighs are already tight together and my breathing is a mess.
“Anita,” Dylan murmurs against my ear.
“Yeah?”
“Tell us to stop and we will, okay?”
I barely have time to gasp before he lifts me to sit on the cool stone. The marble sends a shock through my thighs, but it’s nothing compared to the heat racing under my skin.
I’m dizzy. Hungry. Terrified at how easy it is to melt for them. My whole body feels attuned to theirs, like some instinct I never asked for knows exactly who they are.
And wants them anyway.
I nod. “Of course.”
Mason steps between my legs, pressing close, and the sound that leaves me is less gasp, more helpless whimper. Heat rolls through me so suddenly that the room tilts with me.
“You know,” I manage, voice shaking, “it’s not a good idea for an Omega to be alone with Alphas like this. Things can get out of control real fast. None of us will be able to stop it.”
Mason leans in, his breath brushing my lips. “If you don’t want this, we’ll walk away. Perfect gentlemen.”
The lie is delicious. They’re trying to look respectful, but I sense the hunger under their skin.
