Except they can’t because these are special privacy windows made for this exact reason.
She unbuttons her shirt and lets it drop to the floor. The movement is so casual, it takes a beat before I process that she’s standing there in nothing but pale-blue underwear and the confidence of someone who owns every inch of the view.
Lucas whistles low. Cole’s eyes go wolfish, but he doesn’t move. He’s waiting for me, I realize. Waiting for the go-ahead.
In a pack with only alphas, there are no leaders.
Except, apparently, when you’ve known the omega longest.
I don’t hesitate. “Go on, then.”
Helena smiles and gestures for Lucas, who closes the gap in three strides and lifts her up, hands on her hips. Cole gets there a second later, his arms wrapping around her from behind. He kisses her throat. Helena tilts her head back, eyes fluttering shut as Cole’s teeth graze the line of her jaw.
I move to the edge of the group and just watch, letting myself enjoy the view. There’s something about seeing her like this—the center of gravity for three men who could snap her in half but would sooner die than hurt her.
Helena reaches for me. “Zane.”
I step closer. Her honey scent blooms across the solarium. Lucas is already sliding her underwear down, his fingers slipping between her thighs as Cole keeps kissing up and along her shoulder. Helena reaches for my face and pulls me down for a kiss. I let her. She tastes like sunlight and salt—and desperation.
Her hands are all over me. I grab her wrists and pin them above her head as I walk her back against the glass. Then I step back for Lucas and Cole to ravish her while I watch.
Lucas drops to his knees and traces his tongue along the inside of her thigh. Helena’s knees buckle. I move to one side and help hold her up. She bites my forearm to keep from screaming. Cole moves in from the other side to capture one of her breasts with his mouth.
“Fuck, don’t stop,” Helena breathes.
Lucas grins up at her. “Yes, ma’am.”
He slips three fingers inside her. Helena arches so hard, her back cracks. Cole steadies her and murmurs filth into her ear while I keep her pinned.
Her whole body is shaking, but she keeps her eyes on mine. “Zane, please?—”
I kiss her again, rougher this time, and slide my free hand down her stomach. Lucas moves aside so I can feel her—wet and hot, fluttering around my fingers. I push in alongside his fingers, and she moans into my mouth.
It’s a competition now: who can make her cum harder, faster, more completely. Lucas sucks at her clit, tongue relentless. Cole works at her breasts, kneading, rolling her nipples between his fingers. I stroke her from the inside, curling just so, and Helena is caught in the middle, her cries bouncing off the glass.
When she cums, it’s like the world goes white throughout her climax. Her body convulses, but she never looks away from me.
“Again,” she demands when she can breathe.
We take turns, cycling her through every possible permutation throughout the rest of the night—her in Cole’s lap, her straddling Lucas’s thigh, and then her on her knees with me behind. More positions after that as soon as we recover. It’s nearly impossible to keep up with our omega’s need even when she’snotin heat.
The only thing I know for sure is that by sunrise, our house is thoroughly broken in.
We stay tangled together on the solarium floor after the last round and watch the sun rise over the ocean.
Helena sighs, happy and spent. “It’s perfect.We’reperfect.”
No one argues.
I wrap my arms tighter around her, and for the first time since I started this job, I don’t worry about what comes next.
We made it. We’re home.
CHAPTER 27
Helena
THREE YEARS LATER
