Page 48 of Priceless

Every time I was near them I was reminded how good they fucking smelled. Like standing in the middle of your favorite perfume. Drowning in it.

“You all right?” Micah whispered.

“I think so.”

A half smile. “Us too.”

The female Alpha standing next to us—they told me her name was Raina—raised her voice to the crowd, and everything began.

I couldn’t listen. Not really. I was hearing her voice and what she said, but my eyes were on them. Taking in their faces and their expressions.

“Do you, Alphas, take this Omega to be your wife?”

“We do.” They answered together. Absolutely sure.

She looked at me. “And do you, Ocean, take these Alphas to be your husbands?”

I wished my voice was as sure. “I do.”

“Then repeat after me.”

They made their vows. The ones we’d all heard a thousand times before in the movies and at our friends’ weddings. Most people could probably recite them by heart. But they felt different when you were the one speaking them. When they were being spoken to you.

I never thought about the intimacy of to have and to hold. Or the long reaching meaning of in sickness and in health.

For a year. We were vowing these things for a year. I needed to remember that and not fall into their eyes.

“The rings,” Raina said, and panic struck me. I didn’t have rings for them. She extended her palm, and the three rings were there. Each one a little different from the others. She took my bouquet in her other hand to help me.

Micah picked up a gold band and handed it to me. “This one is mine.”

“Thank you.”

His hand steadied mine as I slipped it on him, fingers brushing my hand as he pulled away. Everett’s ring was brushed silver, and Cameron’s was rosy and copper. I smiled at the way they fit each of them, and they were smiling back. Suddenly, this felt different, because we were in this together.

We were together.

Cameron took a ring from his pocket and stepped forward. White gold. A little band with stones. I nearly gasped. Opals? The ring curved like it was incomplete when he slid it on my finger.

It was Everett who completed it, a ring with a purple, oval stone that settled right in the curve of the opals like it was meant to be there. And Micah completed the set with another simple band. Three rings.

Three rings that fit my fingers. Sleek and simple. Beautiful. I loved them. And when I looked up at Micah, I couldn’t read the expression on his face.

“You may kiss your bride.”

My whole body froze.

Somehow, in the chaos of getting to this point, I hadn’t thought about it. We were going to kiss in front of everyone. I didn’t think I’d ever wanted anything more than to feel them kiss me, though I wished we didn’t have an audience for it.

But I was reliving those moments with Micah in the study before we were interrupted. He was going to kiss me then, and this time, there was no stopping it.

When his lips met mine, time slowed down. One hand slid behind my neck, guiding me closer. Micah tasted like he smelled. Sweet and rich and overwhelming. It was over too quickly, and I couldn’t breathe fully. He’d stolen all my air and I could barely open my eyes before Cameron kissed me.

This kiss was playful and light. Joyful. Insistent and powerful. And too fucking fast. I needed more. Fuck the audience and the clapping I heard from somewhere outside of myself.

Everett’s kiss was pure sin. Ice with a sliver of darkness and dominance. But such sincerity, I craved more. If they were serious, and they wanted this to be real, then I would make it real because nothing had ever felt like this. I’d never been kissed like this. Hell, these kisses were better than most of the sex I’d had in my life.

My body followed him when he pulled away, like it couldn’t bear to be separated from him even a little. “We made it,” he whispered.

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