Page 32 of Accidentally Forever

Maybe it’s because I never really left, not in the ways that mattered. Maybe it’s because his scent still fucks with my head, still makes my thoughts sluggish, my body too aware of his. Maybe it’s because I’m tired, and letting him hold me takes less energy than fighting it.

"You know," he murmurs, his lips brushing against my hair, "Puma told me you were a little more stubborn these days. Said you’d fight me on everything."

A scoff leaves me before I can stop it, my body relaxing despite myself. "I am. I do."

"But you’re not fighting me now."

"I’m just… tired," I admit, my voice softer than I intend.

"You’re breaking my heart, princess."

I shift, turning just enough to see him, to meet those light blue eyes that still feel like a storm rolling in, unpredictable and endless. "It was just me and Sofie for a long fucking time," I say, voice rougher now, steadier. "And then she presented and everything became about making sure she was okay."

Gray watches me carefully, his fingers trailing higher, his palm resting warm against my ribs. "And what about your happiness?"

I stare at him for a long moment before I just shrug. "It didn’t matter."

Silence creeps back in as we stand there, the quiet comfort he offers taking over everything else. It takes me entirely too long to realize that Sofie hasn’t come back yet.

Unease settles deep in my gut as I glance toward the hallway, expecting to hear her footsteps, the sound of her voice spilling over with excitement about finally getting the pillow she’s been obsessing over. But there’s nothing. No movement. No sound. Just silence stretching out too long, too empty.

Gray immediately notices my discomfort. “What’s wrong?”

I don’t answer him as I take off down the small hallway and step into our bedroom, my heart sinking into my stomach. Sofie is kneeling in the center of the bed, thighs spread just enough to show the way her muscles tremble, fingers tangled in the sheets like she’s holding on for dear life. Her breath comes fast and uneven, soft little whimpers slipping past her lips, her entire body locked in the throes of something she can’t fight. Her pupils are completely blown, dark and unfocused, her skin flushed, the heat creeping down her throat, disappearing beneath the collar of her shirt.

Her lingering heat scent from before masked this moment, neither of us able to catch onto the fact that Sofie was suffering in here. She’s not even crying out, her soundless cries as she parts her lips making it worse. Now that I’m standing in our room, though, the sharp, melony tang that coats the back of my tongue, rich with desperation and need, her arousal bleeding into the air.

The room tilts, my grip tightening around the doorway as I fight to stay steady, to keep my head above the rush of heat slamming through me. Gray is behind me, his body heat burning through my back, his breath ghosting against my hair as he gets too close. "Jesus fucking Christ. They always talked about Omegas in heat but this is like a fucking drug.” His cock thickens against my ass, a purr rumbling through his chest but he waits.

Sofie’s head snaps up at the sound, lips parting, pupils somehow going even wider, body swaying slightly like she’s dizzy, like she’s seconds from tipping over. The shallow rise and fall of her chest is too fast, the panic in her body warring with the biological need clawing through her. "Vi," she whimpers, my name breaking on her tongue, desperate, pleading.

I rush to her and cup her face, pressing my forehead to hers, letting her scent wrap around me, letting her shake in my arms. "It’s okay, baby," I whisper, the words shaking, unraveling. "I’ve got you." I make quick work of her clothes, hoping and praying that Gray is on the same wavelength. I hate to ask him to help but there’s nothing in his expression that tells me this is a chore.

Gray glances at me like he knows what I’m thinking. “Violet, I didn’t just come with you to make sure you two were protected. You might be the woman in my head, in my dreams, and in my heart but Sofie is like a breath of fresh air, like sunshine. I came because I want you both and the fantasy of having you two all to myself? I couldn’t pass it up.” And then all of his attention is on Sofie as he strips his own clothes and moves onto the mattress.

Sofie is already reaching for him, Gray pulling her to straddle his thighs, my Omega wildly rocking her hips as she cries for relief. Gray doesn’t waste time as he wraps a firm hand around his cock and raises Sofie up far enough for her to slide down. She lets out a garbled moan, her hands searching for something more even as Gray starts fucking up into her pussy. It’s chaotic and messy, the sound of slick echoing through our room.

“Vi,” she cries and I hold out my hand to her, Sofie trying to drag me onto the bed. Unlike Puma’s, though, this twin size doesn’t allow for much room. I try to twist myself around but it’s an awkward position that just makes Sofie frustrated.

Gray chuckles as he grips my waist. “Get undressed, princess. I got an idea.” I know for a fact that whatever his idea is, is going to be something just as wild as he is but I don’t fight it, slipping out of my clothes until I’m standing bare in front of him. Sofie is glaring at him to do something, to make this better just as Gray reaches for me again. “Drag your sexy ass over here and sit on my face.”

This is not the first time Gray has told me that but it’s been years since anyone has given me that kind of pleasure. “Just focus on Sofie,” I say but he’s not having it.

“I can multitask, princess.” This time when he grips my waist, it feels like a command, one I don’t want to disobey. I swallow nervously, climbing onto the edge of the bed beside Sofie. He lets out a little growl as he manhandles me into position. “Sit on my goddamn face while I knot our Omega.”

I slowly lower myself over his lips, Sofie grinning as she drags me into a filthy kiss at the same time Gray’s tongue thrusts inside of me. I nearly topple forward, Sofie is the only reason I haven’t. I swear this man has practiced since I’ve last seen him and maybe that should bother me but fuck, it doesn’t. Because I feel like I’m about to combust, just melt right here into a goddamn puddle.

Chapter twenty-six

VIOLET

An hour later and Sofie is tucked into the middle of her nest, dead to the world, fingers clenched around the pillow like it’s the only thing keeping her tethered. The soft, steady rhythm of her breathing fills the room, her scent finally evened out, no longer thick with distress. Gray stood behind me as I watched her for several minutes, the smug bastard who kept nibbling at my ear, his hand settled on my waist to remind me of what just happened.

I hadn’t even shared Lance with Sofie like that before.

Now, at the kitchen table, I’m wedged between Gray and Puma, a half-empty plate in front of me, the remains of an artisan pizza I barely tasted. The scene unfolding around me is almost painfully normal—the low murmur of conversation, the way the twins argue over the last slice like they’re kids and not two tattooed gods in the art world.

Gray’s thumb keeps skimming over my thigh, every pass of his skin against mine dragging me deeper into this moment. The whole thing is overwhelming, but not in the way I expect. This feels like home. Not just a house, not just a place to sleep, but something real. Something permanent. Something that should terrify me, but instead, it just sits there, clawing at the edges of my mind, demanding to be acknowledged.

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