Page 104 of Knot in Bloom
“Show me,” I whisper, grinning up at them. “Show me how much you love me.”
What follows is a celebration rather than a claiming—joyful and passionate and full of laughter. They worship me against the afternoon light streaming through the windows, their hands and mouths and whispered endearments showing me over and over how precious I am to them.
Reid’s control snaps first. His mouth finds mine, demanding but tender, while his hands slide under the borrowed sweater to find my bare skin.
I melt completely against him, my body singing at his touch.
Caleb’s mouth finds my throat, his teeth grazing over the claiming marks until I cry out against Reid’s lips. The sensation of him marking over his own bite makes fresh slick flood between my thighs.
“Right here?” Reid murmurs against my lips when we break apart. “Where the light can touch every inch of you?”
“Yes,” I breathe, shameless in my need. “Show me I’m yours.”
They strip me carefully, reverently, three sets of hands making quick work of borrowed clothes until I’m naked and trembling between them. The afternoon sun streaming through the glass warms my skin, but it’s nothing compared to the heat in their eyes.
“Beautiful,” Levi breathes, his hands skimming down my sides. “Our beautiful omega.”
What follows is thorough and claiming and exactly what I want. They take turns worshipping me, filling me, knotting me until I’m boneless and satisfied and drunk on happiness.
Not desperate or needy, but celebratory—like we’re christening our new life together in the most perfect way possible.
By the time they’re done with me, I’m lying in a tangle of limbs on the hardwood floor, completely sated and utterly theirs.
“Perfect,” I sigh, practically purring with contentment. “I can’t believe this is my life now.”
“Better believe it,” Reid says, pressing a soft kiss to my temple. “Because we’re never letting you go.”
“What happens now?” I ask, but I’m smiling because I already know the answer.
“Now we go to sleep,” Caleb says, his hand stroking possessively over my stomach where their cum is still warm inside me. “And tomorrow we start planning our future together.”
“Pack meetings about house colors?” I tease.
“Pack meetings about everything,” Levi confirms with a grin. “Hope you’re ready for a lot of opinions about paint swatches.”
I laugh, feeling lighter and happier than I ever have in my life. “Bring it on.”
The florist who thought she wasn’t meant to be claimed is going to spend the rest of her life learning how to accept love this complete, this overwhelming, this perfect.
It’s terrifying and wonderful and exactly what I want.
And with the pack bonds humming steadily beneath my skin, carrying their absolute devotion and unwavering commitment, I finally believe I deserve it.
Chapter 31
Caleb
Three weeks after her heat, I find Sadie in the greenhouse at dawn. She’s having what appears to be a heated argument with her plants.
“Oh, come on,” she mutters to a particularly droopy seedling, hands on her hips. “I gave you the fancy soil, the perfect lighting, and you’re still giving me attitude?”
She’s surrounded by wilted seedlings and overturned soil, dirt streaked across her cheek like war paint. The winter growing space Reid designed is state-of-the-art, but right now it looks like a botanical crime scene. Her hair’s escaping from yesterday’s ponytail in messy tendrils. She’s wearing one of my old army t-shirts that hangs nearly to her knees, and seeing her in my clothes does something possessive to my chest.
“Everything’s staging a rebellion,” she announces without looking up from the carnage. “I thought I could expand into specialty growing, but apparently my plants have other ideas.”
I lean against the doorframe, content to watch her for a moment. Even frustrated and covered in potting soil, she’s beautiful. Dawn light through the greenhouse glass catches thegold highlights in her brown hair. Her scent carries frustrated edges that make me want to wrap her up and fix everything.
But this isn’t about money. Reid handled all the financial pressure weeks ago with his usual quiet efficiency. This is about pride. About proving she can master new challenges.
