Luca presses a slow kiss to the back of my neck. “You’ll be in our arms the whole time.”
I melt deeper into them, my body still humming under the exhaustion and orgasms, heat banked low for now but nowhere near done with me. I drift off in the middle of all their warmth, tucked inside the safest fortress I’ve ever known.
And the last thing I feel before sleep takes me completely is the quiet, comforting certainty that when my body wakes me again—hot, aching, and needing—all three of them will still be here.
27
LUCA
Four days of the most beautiful woman on earth in my arms, in my mouth, around my dick, begging for me in a voice that’s going to live rent-free in my head until the day I die.
My cock is genuinely sore. I didn’t know that was possible, but I’ve discovered new information about myself this week. I’d keep going if she asked me to, though.
Right now, Adelaide is standing at the mirror, running a wide-toothed comb through the wet length of her hair, wearing jeans and a soft cotton blouse, and is simply stunning. I’ve stopped pretending I’m not staring.
Ace is in the kitchenette demolishing the remains of a fruit platter like he hasn’t eaten in a month, which, given what we’ve been doing, is not entirely inaccurate. North is leaning back in one of the chairs, drinking coffee, grinning to himself.
Adelaide catches my eye in the mirror.
“You’re staring,” she says.
“You bet.” I cross the room and come up behind her, resting my hands on her hips. “You expected different behavior? After four days of making you my Omega?”
She gives me that devious grin when she knows she’s destroying me.
I bend my head and press my mouth to the curve where her neck meets her shoulder, and she leans into me, exhaling deeply. “Your scent is in my head, your naked body in my mind, your screams are in my ears.” I leave a trail of kisses across her neck. “You are my everything.”
She moans in my arms, and I’m genuinely smiling at the happiness she smothers me in.
A deep crack of thunder rolls across the roof of the building, and she startles in my embrace.
“Holy shit,” Ace states through a mouthful of pineapple. “That’s a big one.”
“That’s what she said,” I blurt out because I can’t help myself, and Adelaide giggles while Ace rolls his eyes.
“It’s going to be ugly out there,” North adds.
Suddenly, all three of our phones buzz at once.
We grab them almost in sync. Mine is in my pocket. I yank it out and check the screen. The home security app is flashing a notification across the top.
POWER OUTAGE DETECTED. SYSTEM OFFLINE. 09:42.
“Fuck,” Ace mutters.
“What?” Adelaide asks.
“Power’s out at the house,” I say. “Whole security system’s down with it. Backup generator has to be started manually.”
“Storm probably took a line down somewhere,” North says, already reaching for his bag. “It’s happened before. We need to get back and fix it.”
“We have to go out in that?” Adelaide asks as another crack of thunder rattles the building.
“Yep,” I say.
She’s already moving, gathering her things, a small crease between her brows as she pulls on her low-heeled boots.
A minute later, North is holding the door open. We all head down the hallway toward the front, but while they stopjust before the glass doors, staring out at the sheet of rain and figuring out how to get to the cars without getting drenched, I turn back to the receptionist.
