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My hand flies over my cock until cum splatters herchest. Our combined bakery scents make me want to start all over again, but this time, my dick doesn’t rise to the occasion.
My Omega’s eyes open sleepily, and she touches the sticky liquid, smiling before she rubs it into her skin. “My Beta,” she whispers. “I’m glad I bonded you.”
“Me too, Omega,” I say, brushing her hair from her face. “Do you know how much I love you?”
She nods. “I can feel it. Can you feel mine?”
“Every beautiful bit of it.” I place a soft kiss on her lips and sit back on my heels.
Our Alpha smiles down at her, his eyes half lidded. “Everything. You’re absolutely fucking everything, Alex Shields.” He presses his lips against her, and she sighs dreamily.
“I love you, Alpha,” she says against his mouth.
“Mmm, and I love you. What a lucky man I am to have two great love stories. Almost feels unfair to the rest of the world.” Q wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her flush to his chest before lying down on his side, holding her tightly against his chest.
When we make eye contact over her shoulder, I realize that I can feel every bit of both of their love and affection curling up in my chest.
And it’s the best feeling in the fucking world.
Chapter 39
“Alex.”
I look up from the floor of the shower these assholes forced me to take, the cold water practically steaming as it runs down my arms. Logically, I know this is the best place for me. I’m staring down the barrel of a long, wild heat, and anytime I can snag a moment of lucidity is good, because they’re going to be few and far between.
Doesn’t mean I’m happy about washing their scents off of me.
“You okay?” Dexter asks, leaning against the wall. “You’ve been in a while.”
“Jude was right,” I grumble, petulantly looking away.
“That a shower would help you feel better?” I nod but don’t look at him. He chuckles softly. “Well, good. You were getting dangerously hot for a second there.”
I don’t know how long I’ve been in heat, only that I haven’t had all my men yet. It has to have been less than a day. I’m feeling moderately clear-headed right now.
Or a facsimile of it, at least.
When I look up at Dexter, he smiles softly at me whilerubbing his chest where our new bond rests. I open and close my mouth a few times, unsure what to say.
He can feel my trepidation and speaks before I have the chance.
“I meant it.” The words rush out of him. “That I love you, I mean. It wasn’t the rush of the Storm or anything.” My face warms, and it’s not from my heat. “I know we haven’t had the easiest go of it, but nothing has ever felt as right as being with you. And you feel that too, right? I’m not reading into things?”
He’s unsure and vulnerable, and it makes me want to gather him in my arms, to calm his worries and show him how much he means to me.
“I feel it, too, Dex. We’re a matched set, remember? Salt and pepper.”
He stares at me, and it’s like he sees into the fabric of my being. Dexter strips me bare with his eyes that are so full of emotion, I can hardly breathe.
He’s intense. Has been since I met him.
I don’t know what he was looking for, but he must have found it, because he climbs into the shower with me, fully clothed. The cold water, despite the low pressure, soaks him quickly as he drops to his knees in front of me.
“I was so scared.” I don’t need to have a bond with him to know how true those words are.
Dexter lived his worst nightmare. He approached it directly, with a cool head and calm disposition, and I couldn’t be more proud of him.
I wrap my arms around him, pulling him to my chest and absorbing his caramel chocolate scent. He settles between my thighs as he wraps his arms around my waist.
