Page 161 of They Are Mine

Orion, bless him, leans casually against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest.

“Those for me?” Orion asks, utterly deadpan.

Elliot barely blinks. “You’re campus security, right?”

Behind me, Noah perks up. “Wait, you guys know each other?”

Orion smirks, but doesn’t take his eyes off Elliot. “Orion will do.” He flicks a look back at Noah, amused. “And no. Just seen him in passing.”

I step toward Elliot, take the rose, and deliberately press a kiss to his jaw. “Thank you,” I murmur.

Elliot dips his head slightly. I see the way his fingers flex at his sides, the way his jaw tenses when I stay close. Oh, he’s feeling it.

Then, he looks at Noah. “And who’s this?”

Noah extends a hand, grinning like this is perfectly normal. “Noah,” he says easily. “I’m the first. Orion is our middle child. And I guess that makes you the baby.”

I lose it.

Orion chokes on air.

Elliot… just blinks.

For the first time since I’ve met him, I don’t think he has any idea how to respond.

I grin. “Come on in, baby.”

Noah actually winks.

Elliot exhales, slow, like he’s recalculating his entire life’s choices.

But he steps inside.

And just like that?

He’s ours.

Dinner is perfect.

Twice-baked potatoes, homemade chicken-fried steak, and three of the most beautiful men I have ever laid my very fortunate eyes on.

We’re all served, and, of course, it’s Orion who breaks the silence first.

My beautiful beast.

He’s never let Noah feel awkward, not even that first night when I bound them together, and I just know he’s going to do the same for Elliot.

Because Orion is fearless.

Orion is direct.

Orion, my precious lunatic, is an agent of fucking chaos.

“So, is this your first foursome?” Orion asks casually, cutting into his steak.

I barely manage not to choke.

Noah, bless his heart, doesn’t even blink, just takes another bite of potatoes. “It’ll be mine and Orion’s first too.”

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