Page 237 of Bliss & Her Idols

“A queen bee.” Cricket’s eyes danced, as he held it out to me.

“Our Queen,” Jin corrected. “I can’t wait to worship you, while you’re wearing this,myQueen.”

I’ve worn the sweater today, hoping that Jin will follow through with this plan.

I’ve paired it with my favorite short leather skirt and no panties.

I’m feeling optimistic.

I love that Cricket is dressed in his favorite outfit even to decorate.

It’s hard to get him to take it off, including when he’s sleeping. He usually adds one of his jackets to our nest.

It’s a light tan suit, which reminds me of the woods that he loves.

Nature is still Cricket’s happy place, and he wakes up early to fit in a stroll through the forest by himself at dawn each morning. He always returns glowing with happiness like he’s soaked in the early morning sun, clutching wild flowers for each of us.

Cuddling a sun warmed Cricket, as he fixes a flower into my hair and chats about the deer or fox that he’s spotted, is the best way to start the day.

Well, if you add in the piping hot mug of coffee that Torin leaves on the nightstand. Plus, the gorgeous rock god who starts off each morning by tonguing me to a toe curling orgasm.

A cricket symbol is embroidered over the pocket of Cricket’s tan suit, which matches his cuff links. His gold buttoned waistcoat is decorated with leaves. His white shirt is unbuttoned, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of his tanned chest.

He looks elegant in a casual, rumpled way, despite the ugly Rej bracelet around his wrist.

The color of his suit makes his startling amber eyes appar even more vibrant.

When we could all choose our own clothes, Cricket took a couple of weeks, before he knew what he wanted. He’s never been dressed in anything but hand-me-downs or borrowed outfits.

Finally, Torin offered to take him out to a mall to see if it would help.

When they didn’t return with any bags, I was worried. Torin told me with a quirk of his lips, however, that Cricket had excitedly chosen a tailor’s, and a dozen bespoke suits were now being designed for him.

“It’s lucky that I’m wealthy now.” Torin laughed. “I believe because there were no prices on display, our sweet mo stoirin thought that it was a cheap place. Let’s allow him to keep thinking that.”

Cricket has finally discovered his true style. It matches his handsomeness, which has been ignored or denied for most of his life.

Every time he dresses in his suit, it’s helped his confidence grow. Over these months, he’s become almost as comfortable living with us in real life, as he once was in his online one.

I’m still equally as addicted to falling asleep, after his last words:Good night, sweet dreams. Except now, he can murmur them against my neck, while he spoons me with his arm around my waist.

Now, I’m holding my mobile loosely to my ear and am only half listening to my brother on the other end.

Piper has been telling me in great,greatdetail for the last hour about everything Immortal has been doing.

I don’t know if Piper realizes just how obsessional and possessive he is of the Beta. They spend almost every day together.

Piper has made it his personal mission to take Immortal out on weekends to bars, clubs, and restaurants. In fact, to show Immortal a world that he’s been shut away from.

It's strange to see an Omega taking the lead but it’s not strange if you know my brother.

Immortal calls themdates.

My brother insists that they’re just two friends and often invites Lion along as well.

I know that despite everything, Piper is taking this slow. He has walls around his heart, which are even higher than mine used to be.

If anyone can break them down, however, then it’s Immortal, who is as seductive as fucking sin and appears even more smitten with Piper than my brother is with him.

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