He stills. “You love me?”
I nod. “Of course I do. Even when you’re being impossible. You’re mine and I’m crazy about you.”
He wipes a tear from my cheek, a lopsided smile gracing his perfect face. “I love you, too, princess. I was already halfway there before I even met you.” His kisses are reverent and consuming. And something about them makes my chest tighten until I can barely breathe.
Saint pulls back, palms still on my cheek and thumb wiping away more tears. “Lark, honey, why are you still crying?”
“Well, now it’s because I’m so happy.”
Graham inches closer. “We’re happy, too, beautiful.”
Silas kisses my bond mark. “You’re my entire world, little bird.” I know the truth of his words through our shared connection. I am everything to him. I push that feeling back to him tenfold.
“I want to bond with you,” I say looking between Graham and Saint. “I want to feel you in my chest the same way I feel Silas.”
Graham’s eyes light up with pleasure. “Whenever. Wherever.”
Saint kisses my forehead. “Do you want to do it alone like you did with Silas, or with us together?”
I think about that. I loved my one-on-one bonding with Silas. It was something he needed. To be put first for once. But Saint is different. He needs this to be pack. I look up at my gentle giant, smiling down at me, his bright green eyes crinkled at the corners. He never doubted this and won’t be hurt to share the moment with Saint.
“Together. The night of Graham’s event.”
Somehow Graham’s smile expands even wider. “We’ll leave immediately after I speak.”
I chuckle. I knew he would say that.
I run my fingers over a particularly pretty peony tattooed above his heart. “I can’t wait.” I press my lips to his skin.
Then I turn my face toward Saint. “And I want everyone to taste your coffee. It’s better than Nayda’s. We didn’t need to go the other day because I already knew yours was better.”
“Yeah, I knew it, too.”
Saint lifts my chin. “Let’s start a coffee business,” he says. He kisses me, then steps back so Graham can kiss me, too. Then Silas.
“But first, you have to stop this crying, little bird.” Silas wraps his thick arms around me.
Graham rubs soothing circles on my low back. “She can’t help it. Her heat is almost here,”
I swipe at a tear. “No, I still have three weeks at least.”
Graham moves closer, pressing against my back. “No, babe. You’ve got a week, two at most. I’ve been paying attention.”
I lay my forehead against Silas’ chest and cry harder. “I hate my heat. It’s so miserable.”
“Itwasso miserable,” Saint corrects. “You have us now.”
Graham
Lark has a meeting with Harold Muldane about the lease on her warehouse. Silas was near when she took her last call with the guy, and just about lost his mind at the way Mr. Muldane talked to our omega. I don’t have half of Silas’ dominance, and I would have snapped if I had been there.
So, obviously, we all go with her for their scheduled in-person meeting. We’ve all prepped for it. Saint looked up building codes and records. I spoke with a friend who teaches in the law department to find out about precedents. And Silas has practiced his menacing stare. I've seen it. It's extremely effective and he knows it.
He's been looking forward to this meeting.
“Remember, this is my meeting.” Lark points her finger at Silas. I get so turned on when she’s bossy, even when it’s not directed at me.
“It’s your meeting,” he agrees, “until he crosses a line. He won’t talk to you that way, again.”
