Page 82 of Talk About… History

Ford and Mason both groaned in unison as I hit the first hill. Clearly, they weren’t used to driving these roads.

“Who knew our omega was so crazy?” Ford asked, sounding excited and not the least bit worried.

He gave me a grin, his hand finding my thigh, clenching it just enough to tell me he was there but not moving anywhere that would turn me on.

We were just existing together, enjoying a small moment of something new—one where none of us held back.

Avery

By the time the guys and I swung back by to get my things, we didn’t have much time before Cohen would get home from work.

Arden was already waiting on the porch when we arrived, his eyes lighting up at the sight of me.

“I take it that the gift was a success?” he teased.

“Were you in on this, too?” I asked, my heart beating a little faster as he came forward. Marjoram and vanilla swirled around me and I couldn’t help but get lost in his striking brown eyes for a moment. Arden was handsome, but it was the way he held himself that I loved the most. He was always so sure of himself, confident, and never in a cocky way.

He was the first to break, lowering his lips to mine. I sank into the kiss, my knees buckling slightly, but his hand on my lower back kept me pressed to him and upright.

The way he kissed me was so possessive and hungry that it made the entire world fade away until all that was left was the feel of him, his scent, and the need that boiled inside me.

When he finally pulled away, he held me at arm’s length, taking me in from head to toe.

“You look gorgeous today. I might even say delicious,” he said, his tongue darting out to lick his kiss-swollen lips, eyes darkening as they roamed over me.

“That was the plan,” I teased, giving him a smirk before turning and heading inside. I could feel all of their eyes on me now—or more specifically, on my ass—as I walked up the stairs and into the house.

“Are you guys coming?” I called back, giggling as they all moved forward, practically running after me.

Just being chased had me running faster, anticipation building as I made my way up the stairs and toward the main suite that I’d slept in last time.

The pounding of their footsteps on the hardwood urged me forward, but instead of continuing to run, I sprawled out on the bed, waiting for them to come in.

All three of my alphas came to a halt, alpha pheromones filling the air as they took me in.

Mason crossed his arms as he looked down at me, shaking his head.

“Did you just run from three alphas who are dying to fuck you? I don’t know if that was a good choice or a dangerous one, omega,” he warned.

“You wouldn’t do anything I didn’t want you to do,” I replied, the confidence in my voice bringing smiles to their faces.

They knew I’d been holding back, and this was their first glimpse at me not letting my fears get in the way. I did trust them, and I was finally showing them how much.

“I don’t know if Cohen would appreciate walking into this scene, but I don’t know if I can wait,” Arden said, his voice now husky.

He moved forward, his hands balled into tight fists as he took in every inch of me. The look in his eyes was nearly feral, his calm and collected disguise falling apart in front of me. There was something delicious about an alpha losing his tight grip on control.

My pussy throbbed in response, my body needing him more than I needed air at the moment.

It seemed he wanted me just as much, the bulge in his pants sending a fresh wave of slick running down my thighs.

This was a true test, one where I could see if they were going to let me take the lead, if they were going to make sure that I was just as satisfied and not tell me only how to please them.

It seems I shouldn’t have worried, all three of my alphas were moving around me, Arden at my feet, and Mason and Ford on either side.

“Are you finally going to let us have you, omega?” Mason asked as his fingers trailed along my temple, down my cheek, and over my neck before squeezing my shoulder gently.

My eyelids fluttered closed and I let out a small sigh as I basked in the feeling of his touch. I hadn’t realized just how much I missed this simple, intimate connection.

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