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My throat tightens at her words. There’s no way she means that. My beauty died a long time ago, not that I care. It has never mattered with my mates—they love me for more than my looks. However, Camila is giving me a different perspective but I can’t stop the asshole thoughts swirling in my brain from slipping out into the open. “How can scars be beautiful, Camila?”

“Because of what they represent. You saved your Omega. You fought to keep him here and everything about that is beautiful. Why would it not be?”

Her intentions are pure, and her words are like honey and warmth, sliding through my chest. Propped up on her knees beside me isn’t helping the situation as I gently grab the front of her neck to pull her into a kiss. Her grin as our lips meet tells me everything that I need to know as I devour her mouth. Goddess, she’s perfect for us, isn’t she?

And the other two are right. She’s not as innocent as she looks and definitely not as innocent as one would think a preacher’s daughter should be.

The bond between Sasha and Amiri hums with excitement and relief that Camila didn’t reject me. That maybe whatever this thing is between the four of us might have a chance of withstanding several obstacles.

When Amiri pulls off onto the road again, I’m still tasting Camila’s sweet lips as I drag her into my lap. As much as I want to ruin her, I love this as well. Especially when she curls into my chest, one of her hands moving around my back for purchase. When her fingernails dig into my shoulder blade, I know she’s going to be an absolute delight to devour.

Chapter fifteen

CAMILA

My lips are thoroughly bruised by the time we reach their condo, Kolsen grunting when he has to tear his attention away from me to carry me up the stairs. No amount of protesting to stand on my own two feet works. When Amiri tells me to settle, I do—the other two catching onto what Amiri found out earlier. God, I’m not sure I will survive the kind of heat that these three men put me through with mere words and gestures.

They haven’t even fucked me yet and I’ve been more thoroughly sated than I have been in years. I want to say that it’s a mate thing but I’m positively sure that being the owners of a sex club helps. When Kolsen carries me over the threshold as we step off the elevator, I know I’m right. Their apartment reminds me of the entrance into a sex party, black and crimson covering most of the living room and kitchen. The walls are a cream that accentuates the dark themes but it’s definitely a much darker aura in contrast with my mother’s periwinkle than I’m used to.

Kolsen finally sets me down on a plush rug just outside a door off to the right of the living room. His broad shoulders block out the rest of the room, including Amiri nearly dragging Sasha down the hall to bed after dropping my bags by Kolsen’s feet. I throw them a small smile, not completely understanding the dynamic I’ve walked into. Kolsen reaches around me to twist the doorknob as I really begin to see how much smaller I am than him.

“There’s an attached bathroom with clean towels. If you need anything, just ask.” He guides me into the room, one of those large hands splayed across my back as the other one carries my bags inside. I’m not sure what to do or say at this point. The ease of this budding relationship has turned awkward, my failures intruding on the romance I wanted to explore. It’s also a lot to wrap my head around in just a day.

This morning I was yelling at Teo, refusing to be his pack Beta. Now, I’m in my mates’ house, unsure if this is a temporary interest or if we’ve somehow jumped right into the ‘I want you forever’ stage. I’m just moving through the motions as I stand by the queen mattress, staring down at the black duvet.

“Camila, you can’t sleep in the dress.”

“What? No. I know that.”

My chaotic thoughts won’t let me move, though. I’m trying to figure out what’s going to happen tomorrow after work—after I realize I don’t have a place to stay. And what about Teo? He’s going to retaliate. I know him well enough that he won’t wait for our fathers to talk it out. I’m not scared of the Alpha but I’m over him trying to physically worm his way back into my life.

“Let me help you, love.” Kolsen’s presence is suddenly behind me, the heat of his chest pressing up against my back. A heavy breath falls from my lips as my thoughts clear and the only thing on my mind is the Alpha behind me and his heavy rum scent. His hands settle on my shoulders, his thumbs fingering the straps. His head dips to my ear, his lips sucking the lobe into his mouth before he speaks. “Words, Camila. I need your words.”

“Please.” Between Kolsen and Amiri, it is so easy to give in. To submit. To let them take charge. I realize it’s because I feel safe with them. Their touch is firm but gentle. They’ll take my no. And that’s what I’ve been searching for all these years. A little excitement—hell, a lot of it—but at my pace and within my parameters.

Kolsen kisses my ear as he drags my straps down my shoulders. His hands then move to my chest before slipping to the sides of my dress to tug the entire fabric down my body. I clench my teeth, waiting for him to comment but there are no words between us. Just exploration. When the fabric bunches at my waist, Kolsen’s hands cup my breasts through my bra, massaging them with those massive hands of his.

His lips dip to my neck, just above my scent gland as he nips and licks, heat building in my lower belly again. “You are absolutely gorgeous, Camila. Perfect for us.” Kolsen’s words come out in a purr as he continues down my torso. When he lightly grips my waist, the extra ring of skin fitting into his hands, I tense. Teo hated that part of me. He never explicitly told me to exercise but he told me that my size made me look like an Omega.

I’m taller than most of them—not Sasha, obviously—but I look a lot more like my mother and Ethan—Omegas—than Violet and Susie. “You don’t have to-”

Kolsen’s growl keeps me from finishing that sentence. “You won’t stop me from loving every last part of you, Camila. Every. Last. Part. Besides, I love my women a little thick and you, love, are exactly that.” He punctuates his words with a thrust against my ass, his full erection poking me in the back. “You are everything that I want, Camila. Do you hear me?”

“Ye-es?”

“Camila.”

“Yes, I hear you. Fuck, I hear you.”

He nibbles on my neck again as his fingers dig into my waist. “Say it again.”

“I hear you?”

“No.”

“Fuck?”

“Yes, it’s like the sweetest poison on your lips. It sounds like honey and darkness at the same time. Goddess, I’m going to enjoy every last minute of this. I won’t ask you into Sasha’s nest until you’re ready but know that you have a place there.”

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