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I drink in each of them. Jax’s eyes are whiskey-warm, his touch just a little unsteady where he cups my shoulder, need etched in every stark line of his face. The air around him is rich with vanilla and salt, laced with heat that pools low in my belly. Safe, fierce, and adoring. Gabriel’s eyes gleam, bright with emotion, his lip curving at the edge of a smile, hunger and longing mingling in every expression he wears so openly for me. The promise and plea of him fills the space, weaving with the sturdy crispness and smoke that is all Ronan.
Their presence blooms around me. More than lust. More than love. I inhale the threads of their emotions woven through the air. I open to them, drinking in their hope and their devotion. I see longing, yearning, loving. Everything they feel for me is mirrored in my own bones.
There is no fear. Only certainty. My voice barely makes it past the ache in my chest. "There is no greater honor than being bonded to you." My voice shakes with how much I mean it. "I want to be yours. Forever."
Ronan’s gaze burns and his grip tightens around me. He’s not going to let me go and it’s exactly what I want. "Then we’ll give you the world, Kitten. You’re our Omega.Ours."
He kisses me like I’m the air he’s been dying to breathe. His mouth claims mine with ravenous hunger. His lips crash over mine, rough and hot, his tongue sweeping in to taste the whimpering center of me. There’s nothing tender about it. This kiss is untamed, desperate, a vow carved into flesh and breath. His teeth catch at my lower lip, a warning and a worship, and then he devours the mewling sound that escapes me.
He tastes of salt and want and the smoke of all the nights I thought I’d never get to have. His kiss is rough, claiming, his body crowding mine and starving for every inch, every gasp, every shiver I’ll give. I open to him, falling, dizzy, present only in the fierce, endless drag of his lips and the way he kisses me like he means to make the world disappear. His heat is everywhere, taking up all the space insidemy chest, inside my mouth, and when he finally breaks the kiss, I’m breathless and aching, lips swollen, heart pounding with the honest violence of being wanted so completely.
Ronan’s growl vibrates around me as he pushes from the car and carries me to the waiting elevator. The doors hush closed behind us. He holds me against his chest, one broad palm splayed hot over my ribs, grounding me, while Jax presses in against my side, his scent wrapping around me like a worn blanket, and Gabriel’s arm bands around my waist.
"Kiss me, Jax. Please," I groan. I fist Jax’s shirt and pull him to me, brushing my lips against his. So soft at first that he melts and hums into my mouth. I taste his hope, his adoration, salt-sharp and sweet and all too soon the kiss ends.
Gabriel wastes no time. He threads his fingers behind my neck pinning me in place. The kiss he gives me is messier, his lips and tongue hungry and grateful at once. Each touch, each brush of his mouth to mine blurs out the world.
Ronan carries me through the corridor, his stride relentless and sure. He doesn’t pause until he reaches the door at the end, pushing it open and bringing me inside. He lets me down gently, his hands tracing down my arms, steadying me as he turns me in place. We’re back in our room. The thick plastic sheet that once split the space is gone, leaving the massive nest as the anchor. In the corner, a neat stack of garments waits on a chair, untouched, as if nothing here dares to move without us.
Gabriel clicks the lock and turns a smirk in my direction. "Nobody’s coming in. It’s as private as it gets, Sweetheart."
Jax takes me hand in his and squeezes. "Go and build your nest for your Alphas, Omega."
I take one step toward the bed. Then two. Reality blurs, colors going a little hazy and dreamy at the edges. The world narrows to the pile of mismatched throw rugs folded on a chair, a heap of soft towels and oversized couch cushions. And, stolen t-shirts and hoodies left behind by each of my Alphas, their presence lingering in layers of hope and terror, arousal and longing soaked into the fabric after weeks apart.
I take off the top throw and rub the texture against my cheek. It’s impossibly soft, the weave thick but yielding, a balm against my skin, still faint with the echo of all of us. It’s perfect for the base. Thick enough to cushion. Plush enough to cradle. I smooth it over the mattress, corners taut, then pat it into the shape that feels right.
Next, I select Ronan’s navy-blue hoodie infused with his pine-salt-musk. I lay it open, weaving it with another throw. I grab a thick towel, imbued with Gabriel’s bright citrus and lay it on the other side, weaving it with Jax’s pants. I layer. Blend. Shape and plump. My Omega leads, the haze and softness blend with my movements.
My Alphas watch me, their scents growing thicker as each moment passes. Ronan’s jaw tightens, his fists clench at his sides, eyes burning as he studies my every move.
Jax’s lips part, his gaze stormy with need and worship. He strokes his hard shaft over his pants. Gabriel’s expression is a wide-eyed hunger. They're enthralled, locked in place.
My skin prickles under their gazes. My mouth waters as I take in the heavy bulges between their thighs. The heat in the room shifts. Thickens. I shrug off Ronan’s shirt and let it fall, baring myself to their gazes, knees sinking into the heart of my nest.
Jax’s purr bursts out of his chest as a vein ticks at Ronan’s temple. Gabriel groans and whispers. "So beautiful."
They are. Beautiful. Powerful. Perfect. Mine.
And wearing far too much clothing.
Chapter Fifty
Leah
"Strip," I command.
My breath snags because they all move at once, stripping off weapons, harnesses, and shirts before pushing tactical pants and boxers down powerful thighs. Every gesture is rough-edged and driven, charged with a hunger to be naked beneath my eyes.
They soon stand before me, skin, chests, abs and cocks on display and, fuck, do I want them with the blistering need that ignites every inch of me.
I cast my gaze over Ronan’s towering and sculpted form. His chest is broad and dappled with old scars, and the faintest trail of hair sweepingdown the heavy cut of his abs. Every line and bulge is stark in the low light: thick arms, veined and powerful, shredded muscle over his ribs and chest, the raw strength in his body barely contained. His cock is thick and flushed, fully hard, the blunt head drooling clear at the tip, arching high and proud from a nest of dark hair. Every inch of him is perfect, overwhelming in his power, but his eyes, Gods, those molten, liquid eyes are tender and dark, fixed on me with a reverence that makes me ache.
Jax kicks off his pants, baring golden skin stretched tight over hard muscle. He is all lush, athletic lines, with broad shoulders sloping into a narrow waist. His skin is dark velvet that rides over biceps, rounded pecs and ridged abs. His cock is just as gorgeous as the rest of him. Thick and heavy, veins snake the long length of him. He fists his length, drawing his hand from root to tip as he sets his heated dark gaze on me.
Gabriel flashes his lean, cut abs and the dusting of hair that leads right down to his heavy cock, thick as my wrist, the head swollen, bobbing as he moves. His thighs are corded with muscle, his skin aglow with a feverish flush, every ripple catching the light. A dusting of freckles spots his upper chest, matching the scattering over his face. His gaze is luminous, eyes shining, fierce and soft at once, holding me like I’m something precious.
They are perfect.
