I understand why my omega lost her mind. The one with the deep voice has a body to match. He’s tall, but not overwhelmingly so. His shoulders, though? Wide as the fucking door. He was chiseled from a mountain. No way he was born to a normal human woman.
He has olive skin and dark brown hair that perfectly matches his short beard. His eyes are dark, too. So dark I can hardly see the pupils. My gaze drags down his body. He’s thickly muscled from his neck down to his calves. His large arms are covered in ink that disappears under his rolled sleeves and reappears at his collar. His thick forearms taper down into beefy hands. Memories of those hands currently have my omega rolling lazily on her back, begging for a belly scratch. I lick my lips and fight the urge to lean in and nuzzle him.
I’m greeted with an overwhelming rush of whiskey and honey, followed closely by chocolate and hazelnut, warm enough to make me think of brunch on Sunday mornings.
My omega pulls my attention to my other mate.
“Hi, beautiful.” He smiles shyly.
My breath catches. This one is tall, even for an alpha. Long and lean, but strong with broad shoulders. I remember how tightly he held me to his body. His dark blonde hair is overgrown, and it curls over his forehead. He brushes it from his face before straightening the dark-rimmed glasses that perch on his nose. I look beyond his lenses to his eyes. The room is dark, but even so—green. Startlingly, unfairly green.
Before I can stop myself, I walk into his arms. They encircle me and a purr kicks from his chest. I sink into it. My omega is desperateto mark him. I pull back as far as his tight hold will allow. I unbutton his shirt until I can place my cheek against his bare chest. His purr kicks up a notch until it's a dull roar.
My omega goes boneless. I don't blame her.
My other alpha moves behind me. He places his hands, possessively on my hips, before scent marking my face and neck. Then, he covers me in slow, worshipping kisses.
“My mate.”
“Ourmate,” my giant corrects.
“Ours,” the mountain agrees.
Silas
My hands span the curve of my omega’s hips. Her body is a perfect mixture of soft curves and strong muscles.
I never let myself believe that I needed this. At thirty-six, I didn’t think I’d ever have it, either. But to stand so close to our pack’s scent-sensitive mate and to know that she is mine—ours—it’s drugging. I need her.
“What’s your name, or will I have to call you ‘little bird’ for the rest of our lives?”
She giggles into Graham’s chest. The sound is light. Musical.
“Is that funny?” I rumble, pressing my body tighter against hers.
“A little.” She attempts to turn toward me, but Graham and I have her so completely enclosed that she can’t. I growl when I step back. Can't help it.
“Lark,” she whispers. “Little bird was a good guess.”
I smile. My little songbird.Lark. It suits her.
Everything about her is perfection. Her hair is just long enough to wrap around my hands. Her eyes, pure gold and completely mesmerizing. And those lips, swollen from her kisses with Graham.
My alpha flares. He doesn’t like sharing.
“May I kiss you, Lark?”
She tips her chin up in answer.
I lean in and take press my lips to hers. She smells like caramel, salt, and underneath it, the whiskey and honey of my own scent and Graham’s chocolate. She already smells like ours.
I pull her closer and she opens her mouth to me, wrapping her arms around my waist and running her open palms across the expanse of my back.
“Come home with us,” Graham says against her neck. He’s behind her now, kissing and nipping. Her thick scent tells me she enjoys it.
“I can’t,” she gasps against my mouth.
“You can,” I say, pulling her hips tighter against my body. She hooks her leg around my waist, pulling me flush against her lush body. My cock is unyielding against the softness of her stomach. She rubs against it, sending hot need straight through my body.
