Page 36 of Accidentally Forever

Lance, half-asleep beside me, groans, barely lifting his head. His voice is rough, thick with exhaustion, as he mutters, “Get her out of here.”

I don’t have the energy to respond. Gray, completely bare and looking far too satisfied for someone who should be just as exhausted, doesn’t even hesitate. Strong arms scoop me up with ease, as I let myself fall into him.

The second we step outside the bedroom, the shift in temperature is instant. Cool air rushes against my skin, washing away the lingering humidity that clung to the walls. The contrast is enough to make a soft sigh slip from my lips. I love Sofie but god, it might be a while before I’m ready for another one of her heats. Here’s to hoping she’s on those three-month cycles and not the unlucky Omegas who go into heat closer to every month.

Gray moves effortlessly across the hall and into Puma’s room. The moment we reach the bathroom, Puma is already there, leaning against the doorway, watching with a soft smile. Neither of them speak, no words needed as they seem to speak with their eyes. Gray steps inside the massive shower, the warm spray already cascading down, steam curling around us, filling the space. I barely have time to process before Puma reaches for me, steady hands guiding me under the water.

The moment the heat hits my skin, I melt. Tension drains from my body in an instant, the steady stream rinsing away the sweat and the exhaustion. Gray’s hands move over me with a cloth as I lean against his chest, letting him take care of me. Puma is at my back, another cloth running over my raw skin, each of them moving in small, soft, soothing patterns.

My legs tremble, knees going weak beneath me, and before I can even start to fall, Puma is already catching me, already holding me up. Strong arms wrap around me, a quiet reassurance, while Gray’s hands settle on my hips from behind, both of them continuing to clean me without a word. It’s a strange sort of feeling—that I’m cared for and loved andseenwithout a word being passed between the three of us.

Chapter thirty

PUMA

This is perfect. Better than expected, better than anything I thought was possible. There was doubt in the beginning, a quiet, gnawing fear that the dynamic would feel off, that the pieces wouldn’t fit the way we needed them to. That this was all just a reckless gamble, bodies and emotions thrown together, hoping for something that might not hold. But fuck, it works.

Sofie is where she belongs, curled up between the twins, cherished in the way she’s always deserved, their arms locked around her like she’s something fragile but unbreakable. And Violet is here, pressed between me and Gray, tucked into my chest, her breathing slow and steady, the rise and fall of her chest telling me how real this moment is.

I trace lazy paths over the curve of her hip, the warmth of her skin beneath my touch a quiet reassurance. The three of us didn’t even bother getting dressed after we dried off and I carried Violet to bed and I’m glad we didn’t. Feeling her against me like this, her breasts dragging against my chest, my cock firm against her leg, brushing the apex of her thighs ever so often is giving me thoughts I shouldn’t entertain. She’s tired and worn out, no doubt sore.

So, I drape my arm over her hip, my hand resting on Gray’s waist. He meets my gaze over her head, a sleepy smile playing on his lips. This feels like I have everything I’ve been seeking, almost as if we’ve been waiting for Sofie and Violet since we came together as a pack.

Gray lets out a heavy sigh, his fingers playing with Violet’s hair. “She’s going to be pissed when she finds out how deep the art shit is,” Gray mutters. “Pretty sure she’s going to try and murder Xavier or some bullshit.”

“Probably.” I chuckle, the warmth of Gray’s skin still under my palm, the contact steady, familiar. “I’ll make sure she doesn’t do anything reckless.”

Violet stirs slightly, a small grumble slipping past her lips, her fingers twitching against my arm before tightening, holding me in place. “Shut up,” she mumbles, voice thick with sleep.

Gray chuckles, amusement curling around the edges of his words. “Go to sleep, princess.”

Another groan comes from her, muffled against my skin, a soft threat that carries no real bite. “If you two don’t stop talking, I’m sleeping in the other room.”

Gray and I exchange a glance, a silent conversation in the space of a second. A challenge. A dare. Gray smirks first, shifting closer, lowering his voice, teasing in the way only he can be. “But princess,” he murmurs, lips just near her ear, words dipped in something smug and playful, “you’re so warm right here.”

A huff of frustration falls from her lips, more exasperation than actual annoyance, but I feel the way her body relaxes, the way she gives in just a little more, the way she sinks further into the space between us. Her sharp jasmine scent sweetens and I know that I’ve got her pegged.

“If you hadn’t just experienced Sofie’s heat, I would be sinking into you right now, love.” She wiggles against me, obviously loving that thought. “Ah, you’re a temptress, aren’t you? Don’t do that. You’re sore and I don’t want to hurt you.”

She lets out a little noise, Gray nibbling on her ear. “Stop. Both of you. No more talking, nibbling,teasing.Iamsore and fucking me again is not going to make it better!” The playfulness in her tone is easy to hear, drawing a chuckle from me.

“Ah, but,temptress,I wasn’t going to be so barbaric as I fuck you. It would be loving,sweet. I would have you crying out, needy for more—”

She lightly slaps my chest. “One more word and you’re sleeping on the couch.”

I clamp my lips shut, not willing to test it. Besides, having Violet in my arms is everything I need.

Chapter thirty-one

VIOLET

Everything fucking hurts. Not just my legs, not just my arms, but something deeper, something that sits low in my bones, something that feels like it clawed its way through my body and left nothing but exhaustion and ache behind. How the hell do Omegas survive this?

Sofie rode out her heat like it was nothing. She made it look easy, seamless, like it was the most natural thing in the world. Meanwhile, I feel like I got hit by a truck, dragged for a few miles, and left for dead in a ditch. The hunger is worse than the soreness. It twists in my stomach, gnawing at the edges of my already frayed nerves, making it impossible to focus on anything else. The need to eat outweighs everything, even the lingering exhaustion still pulling at my limbs.

The kitchen is quiet when I shuffle inside after checking in on Sofie. I didn’t really see her, but the tangled mess of limbs in the bed was enough to know she was exactly where she needed to be. I, however, am not.

The fridge hums when I open it, the cool air brushing against my too-warm skin, but my brain lags behind, unable to focus on anything inside. My body is running on nothing but instinct, basic survival mode kicking in while my mind struggles to catch up.

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