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"Very carefully," I laugh. "And with excellent communication."
"And they don't get jealous? I mean, four Alphas sharing one Omega seems like a recipe for territorial disaster."
"Oh, they did at first," I remember those early weeks, the growling, the posturing, the occasional broken furniture. "But our bond changed things. They still have their moments, but they've learned to channel that energy more... productively."
"Into what?"
"Into pleasing me." I can't help the smug smile that spreads across my face. "You should have seen them last week. I mentioned craving chocolate ice cream at two in the morning, and they nearly trampled each other racing to be the one who got it for me."
Emily throws her head back and laughs. "That's what I call service!"
"But it's not just about sex or ice cream runs," I clarify. "Each relationship is different. Evan challenges my mind. Leo makes me feel safe. Onyx understands my primal side. And Axl reminds me not to take life too seriously."
"And tonight is...?"
"Evan's night," I confirm. "He's taking me to that new restaurant downtown, the one with the six-month waiting list. Then we'll go stargazing from his private rooftop garden."
"Of course he is," Emily rolls her eyes. "Mr. Billionaire with his exclusive reservations and private gardens."
"He can be a bit much," I acknowledge with a fond smile. "But he means well. They all do."
Emily studies my face for a moment. "You really love them, don't you? All of them."
"I do." The simple truth of it warms me from within. "It's different with each of them, but equally powerful."
"And the sex?" Emily wiggles her eyebrows again. "Four different styles there, too?"
"You're incorrigible." I shake my head but can't help smiling. "But yes… very different styles."
"And when it's all four?" Emily leans forward, completely enraptured.
I blush deeply. "It's... transcendent. There's no other word for it. It’s as if I'm the center of the universe, and they are planets in my orbit. The combined scent of them, the feeling of their hands and mouths everywhere, the way they move like they share one mind with the sole purpose of pleasuring me..."
"Fuck," Emily breathes. "I think I just came from that description alone."
We both burst into laughter.
"I want that," she says when our giggles subside. "Not your specific men, obviously…though if you ever want to loan one out..."
"Not a chance," I say firmly.
"Worth a shot." She shrugs. "But seriously, I want that connection. That passion. That sense of belonging."
"You'll find it," I assure her. "Maybe not with four Alphas… that's a special kind of chaos I wouldn't wish on anyone, but you'll find your person."
"Persons, plural, might be nice though," Emily muses. "Especially after hearing about your arrangement."
As we talk, I notice my hand has drifted to my stomach again, an unconscious protective gesture that's become a habit. I also realize I've positioned myself to see both exits from the room.
Emily notices, too. "You still think about it, don't you? What happened there?"
I nod, not needing to ask what "it" is. "The nightmares have mostly stopped, but sometimes I catch myself planning escape routes or checking for threats. The boys say I scan every room we enter, though I don't always realize I'm doing it."
"That's normal after the trauma," Emily says gently. "You went through hell."
"I know." I take a deep breath, willing away the memories of needles and restraints and Hammond's cold eyes. "But I'm safe now. We all are."
"Damn right you are." Emily reaches across to squeeze my hand. "With four overprotective Alphas around, you're probably the safest woman on the planet."
