“I didn’t do everything I wanted to,” he whispers, and I huff out a tired laugh. “I wanted to do more before I knotted you.”
“Mmm. There will be time for that later,” I promise, using the heavy weight of his body as a solid comfort.
“Are you okay like this?” he pants.
“I’m perfect,” I breathe, and he plants a kiss against my nose.
“Yeah, you are.”
The ache is my body has subsided for now, and my inner Omega is no longer screaming for attention.
Now that I’m knotted with my scent match, my mind is quiet.
Fang’s purr returns, more soothing than ever, and he brushes his nose against mine lovingly. I begin to drift to sleep, content, safe, and warm, when he finally speaks.
“Thank you, sweetheart.”
“For what?”
“Trusting me.”
“Of course. Now be a good weighted blanket and hush.” My smile spreads across my face, and he nips at my chin.
“Yes, ma’am,” he chuckles.
The snow continues to fall outside the window, and nothing’s ever been more beautiful.
I wakeup to two major observations.
First, Fang is not inside me anymore. My cunt is empty, and that slight familiar neediness creeps up to my chest, signaling that I’ll need a knot again soon.
Second, I’m sandwiched between two Alphas.
Ivan lies half-dressed on my left side, an arm lazily thrown over me in his sleep. I’m under a massive amount of warm linen-smelling blankets, and the mess between my legs has been cleaned.
Besides a slight bit of cramping, I’m cozy.
Fang is lying on my right side facing me, keeping his eyes on my face. His shirt is still off, but he’s back in his pants.
The curtains are still open, and the sun has begun to set behind the white cloudy sky, casting us in light shades of grey.
At my stirring, Ivan moves his hand to caress my cheek.
“Hey, sweetheart,” he says sleepily. “How are you feeling?”
I turn on my side to face him, meeting his kind eyes and melting at the gentle, loving look he gives me.
“Tired,” I admit. “Happy.”
His eyes crinkle in delight. “Good.”
“We can work with those,” Fang says from behind me. He keeps a steady hand on my back, drawing circles with his fingers through the blankets.
“Not the way you imagined spending your first Heat with us, huh?” Ivan says.
I sigh. “No. But thank you for everything.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Please don’t ever thank me for taking care of you,” he says. “We’ve been through this. It’s an honor, my love.”
