Page 58 of Omega in Love
Levi watches us, his eyes dark with desire. He reaches down, stroking himself lazily as he takes in the sight of us together. "You two are beautiful," he says, his voice rough with need.
Dante's hand finds its way to my hip, his thumb tracing circles on my skin. "He's right," he agrees, his gaze locked onto the point where Hero and I are joined. "You're both beautiful. But you, Petal, you're breathtaking."
I feel a blush rise to my cheeks at their words, at the intensity of their gazes. It's still strange, sometimes, to be the center of somuch attention, so much affection but it's not unwelcome. Not anymore. Not with them.
Hero's knot begins to recede, and I whimper softly as he slips out of me. He presses a kiss to my temple, then shifts, moving to lie down beside me. I turn to face him, my leg thrown over his hip, my arm draped across his chest. His heart beats steadily beneath my palm, a comforting rhythm that grounds me.
Levi moves closer, his body pressing against my back as he spoons me. His arm comes around my waist, holding me tightly against him. I can feel his dick, hard and insistent, nestled against my ass, but he makes no move to enter me. Not yet. He's content to hold me, to touch me, to be close to me.
Dante mirrors Levi's position on Hero's other side, his hand coming to rest on Hero's hip. The sight of them, of all of us, together like this sends a wave of warmth through me. This is what I've always wanted, what I never thought I could have. Love. Acceptance. A family, built not of blood, but of choice.
"I love you," I whisper, the words slipping out before I can think better of them. I don't regret them. Not when I see the way their faces light up, the way their eyes soften as they look at me.
"I love you too, Bloom," Levi says, his voice a deep rumble against my back.
"More than anything," Hero adds, his fingers tracing patterns on my skin.
Dante leans over Hero, capturing my lips in a fierce, passionate kiss. "Always," he says when he pulls back, his eyes locked onto mine. "I'll always love you, Petal."
I feel a lump form in my throat, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. Happy tears, born of joy and relief and a love so profound it threatens to overwhelm me. I've come so far from the broken, terrified Omega I was a year and a half ago. I've found my strength, my voice, my power. I've found my pack, my Alphas, my three reasons for continuing to heal.
I snuggle deeper into their embrace, feeling their arms tighten around me. The sun streams in through the open windows of our bungalow, casting warm, golden light over our bodies. Outside, the waves crash against the shore, a soothing lullaby that promises rest and peace.
For now, there's only this, the four of us, tangled together in a mess of limbs and love and desire. As I drift off to sleep, cocooned in their warmth, I know that this is exactly where I'm meant to be. This is my happy ending. A dream I'm grasping with both hands and never letting go.
I wake to the sound of the ocean and the feel of soft lips on my skin. My eyes flutter open, meeting Hero's hazel gaze. He's propped up on one elbow, his fingers tracing patterns on my chest as he presses gentle kisses to my shoulder, my collarbone, the line of my jaw.
"Morning, Heart," he murmurs, his voice still rough with sleep.
I stretch languidly, feeling the pleasant ache in my muscles from last night's activities. "Morning," I reply, my voice barely more than a whisper.
Behind me, Levi stirs, his arm tightening around my waist as he pulls me closer. I can feel his morning wood, hard and insistent, pressed against my ass, and I wiggle back against him, drawing a low groan from deep in his chest.
"Someone's eager this morning," I tease, grinding against him again.
He chuckles, the sound vibrating through me. "Always eager for you, Bloom," he says, his hand sliding down to cup my ass.
Dante sits up on the other side of Hero, running a hand through his buzzed hair. His green eyes are bright and alert, despite the early hour. "What do you want to do today, Petal?" he asks, his gaze flicking between the three of us.
I think for a moment, then smile. "I want to go to the beach. Swim in the ocean. Feel the sun on my skin." I pause, then add, "And then I want to come back here and fuck until we can't move."
A slow grin spreads across Dante's face, and he leans in, capturing my lips in a fierce kiss. "Your wish is our command, Petal," he says when he pulls back, his eyes dark with desire.
Hero chuckles, his fingers still tracing patterns on my skin. "Always so demanding," he teases, but there's no real complaint in his voice. He loves it when I tell them what I want, when I take control. I love giving it to them.
Levi presses a kiss to the back of my neck, then rolls out of bed, stretching his muscular frame. "Come on, then," he says, holding out a hand to me. "Let's feed you and get to the beach."
I take his hand, letting him pull me up from the bed. Hero and Dante follow, and together, we eat gut busting breakfast of blueberry pancakes, fruit and scrambled eggs. Then we make our way out of the bungalow and onto the private stretch of beach that comes with it.
The sun is warm and bright, the sand soft and white beneath my feet. The ocean stretches out before us, a vast expanse of blue that seems to go on forever. I take a deep breath, feeling the salt air fill my lungs, the sun warm my skin. This is what freedom feels like, I realize.
We spend the morning swimming and laughing, splashing each other and playing in the waves like children. Levi chases me through the shallows, his laughter booming out across the water as I shriek and try to evade him. Hero and Dante watch from theshore, their eyes filled with warmth and love as they take in the sight of us together.
Eventually, we make our way back to the shore, collapsing onto the sand in a tangle of limbs and laughter. I lie back, letting the sun dry my skin, feeling the warmth of it seep into my bones. Beside me, Levi does the same, his hand finding mine and twining our fingers together.
Hero sits up, looking out at the ocean with a thoughtful expression on his face. "You know," he says, turning to look at me, "I've been thinking."
I raise an eyebrow, propping myself up on my elbows to look at him. "About what?"
