Page 85 of Omega on Fire

His arm slides away, those chestnut brown eyes fixing on me with a heat that sends electricity dancing down my spine. "I can think of a few things, Harlequin."

The nickname he gave me weeks ago now rolls off his tongue with practiced ease, making my breath catch every time. I hide my reaction behind another sip of coffee, but from the knowing smirk that spreads across his face, I'm not fooling anyone.

Especially not in a room full of Alphas who can scent every spike of desire, every flutter of my pulse.

Josiah stirs, finally sitting up and rubbing his eyes. "If you're plotting morning sex, I vote yes, but coffee first." His hair sticks up at odd angles, making him look younger than his thirty-two years.

I laugh, the sound lighter than I would havebelieved possible after everything we've been through. "You're all incorrigible."

"That's not a no," Beaux points out, waggling his eyebrows.

I take another sip of coffee, deliberately slow. "It's not."

The atmosphere shifts subtly, the playful banter taking on an edge of something more. Four pairs of eyes track my movements as I set the mug down on the side table and stretch, intentionally arching my back just enough to make my borrowed t-shirt, Teagan's this time, ride up my thighs.

"Tell me something," I say, sliding from the chair arm onto Teagan's lap. He immediately adjusts to accommodate me, one hand settling possessively on my hip. "When this all dies down, when the world finds its new normal, what then?"

The question has been circling in my mind for days. The momentum of crisis has carried us this far, but what happens when the adrenaline fades? When there's space to breathe and think about what we're building here?

"Whatever you want," Teagan answers without hesitation, his voice low and certain. "This is your pack, too."

My heart squeezes at the simplicity of his statement.My pack. The concept still feels new, fragile, like something that might shatter if I examine it too closely.

"And if what I want is all of you. Forever?" The question slips out before I can second-guess it, hanging in the air between us.

Moses slides from the nest to kneel beside the chair, his large hand finding my ankle, thumb pressing against the pulse point. "You already have us, Charlotte. Forever."

"All of us," Josiah confirms, his eyes now fully alert and serious as he crawls to the edge of the nest. "However you want us. Forever."

Beaux sits up, the sheet pooling around his waist, revealing the full glory of his tattooed torso. "We've been yours since you walked into our lives and turned everything upside down."

The raw honesty in their voices undoes something in me—some final tether of uncertainty I'd been clinging to. Heat floods my body, not just desire, but something deeper. Something that feels dangerously like belonging.

"Show me," I whisper.

The words act as a catalyst. Moses rises first, taking my hand and drawing me to my feet with gentle insistence. Teagan follows, his chest pressingagainst my back, hands sliding beneath the oversized t-shirt to trace the curve of my waist. His lips find my neck, just below my ear, and I shiver.

"Cold?" His breath is warm against my skin.

I shake my head, words momentarily beyond me as Beaux and Josiah rise from the nest, completing the circle around me. Four distinct scents mingle in the air, creating something entirely new. Our scent. Pack scent.

Josiah reaches for the hem of my shirt, his eyes seeking permission. When I nod, he lifts it slowly, reverently, exposing inch by inch of my skin to the cool morning air. I raise my arms, allowing him to pull it over my head, leaving me in nothing but my panties.

There's no self-consciousness here, not anymore. These men have seen me at my strongest and my most vulnerable. They've held me through nightmares and celebrated every small victory. They know every curve, every stretch mark, every scar that tells the story of who I am.

"Beautiful," Beaux breathes, his hand cupping my cheek with unexpected tenderness. "Our perfect Harlequin."

Moses' hands slide down my arms, fingers interlacing with mine as he draws me toward the nest.Teagan follows, already shrugging out of his shirt, revealing the tattoo sleeves that map his arms like constellations that I've spent hours tracing. Josiah and Beaux shed their remaining clothes without hurry or urgency, as if we have all the time in the world.

And maybe, finally, we do.

I sink into the nest, welcomed by the tangle of sheets that hold our combined scents. Moses settles behind me, his chest solid and warm against my back. Beaux stretches out beside us, propped on one elbow, watching with open hunger as Teagan's fingers trace patterns down my belly, dipping beneath the waistband of my panties.

"Is this what you need?" Teagan asks, his voice hushed, reverent.

"It's a start," I manage, breath catching as his fingers find slick heat.

Josiah laughs softly, positioning himself on my other side, his lips finding my shoulder. "Always so demanding."

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