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Evie's gaze darts to me, and I feel the weight of it like a physical touch. "That was thoughtful of you," she murmurs. "Thank you."

I step closer, my instincts straining against the leash of my control. Her scent is even stronger now, a siren song luring me in. "Evie," I say, my voice low and rough. "We know your heat is starting. And we want you to know that we're here for you, in whatever way you need us."

Her eyes widen. I can see the conflict in her gaze, the war between her desire and her fear. I ache to reach out, to pull her into my arms and soothe away all her doubts.

"We don't expect anything," I continue, holding her gaze. "But if you want us... if you need us... we're yours. Completely. No pressure, no expectations. Just three alphas who want to worship you the way you deserve."

Evie flushes, her eyes darkening with hunger. For a moment, I think she's going to turn us away, to retreat back into her room and shut us out. And as much as it would kill me, I would respect that. I would give her all the time and space she needs.

Even if I have to spend the rest of her heat in an icy cold shower.

But then she takes a deep breath, her shoulders squaring with resolve. "Come in," she says softly, stepping back to let us pass. "Just... just this once. To help me through my heat. And then we'll see where we stand."

It's more than I could have hoped for. More than I deserve. I nod, my heart thundering in my chest as I step over the threshold, Lake and Cole close behind me.

This is our chance to prove ourselves, to show Evie that we can be everything she needs. Everything she should have had from the beginning.

And I'll be damned if I'm going to waste it.

CHAPTER 37

EVIE

My cheeks still burn with humiliation as I step back, allowing the alphas entry to my plush sanctuary. Lake's sheepish grin and Cole's piercing gaze only add to my embarrassment.

I catch a glimpse of myself in the vanity mirror and groan inwardly. My hair is a mess, my face flushed, and my robe barely contains my heated body.

I notice Lake's eyes widening as he takes in the sight and I inwardly curse myself for not looking more presentable. But the heat coiling inside me makes it hard to focus on anything beyond the immediate need for release. And if I'm being honest, the ravenous hunger in their eyes makes it clear they don't mind the sight of me being a little disheveled.

Stepping further into the room, Cole's gaze falls on something on the bed and my heart stops. In my haste to answer the door, I'd forgotten about the knotted dildo. It's still lying there, a silent, bright purple witness to my desperate attempt at relief.

Cole picks it up, turning it over in his hand with a curious expression. "You pick this up for yourself when you got those renovation gifts?" he asks, his eyes glinting with amusement.

My face burns even hotter and I bite my lip. "Something like that," I mumble, avoiding his gaze. "An omega's gotta do what an omega's gotta do."

Especially when she can't count on the alphas around her to tend to her needs properly.

Then, to my utter shock and embarrassment, Cole brings the toy to his nose, inhaling deeply. My eyes widen in shock as he licks the remaining juices off it slowly, a wicked smile spreading across his face like he's savoring the taste.

"We candefinitelydo better than this, angel."

My heart is pounding in my chest, a mix of mortification and something else. Something darker, more primal. A spark of anger flares within me as I realize he's marking his territory. Making it clear that he, along with his bond brothers, are the only ones who should be bringing me pleasure.

I snatch the toy from his hand, my cheeks flaming. "That's not yours."

Cole snakes an arm around my waist and snatches me to him so I can feel the rock hard heat of his erection through his slacks, pressing up against my stomach. He's so much taller, so much bigger in every way. They all are. His palm is warm through the thin material of my robe, his touch possessive and sure.

"Much rather taste you straight from the source, angel." His voice is a low, rough murmur, and I shiver as his breath fans my skin.

I'm keenly aware of the others moving closer, encircling us like predators closing in on their prey. Their eyes shine with dark promises, and my breath quickens as their hands tangle in my hair, holding me in place as their fingers trail down my body, mapping every curve.

I've been blocking out the bonds that were overwhelming on our mating night, and devastating after their rejection, but for the first time, I have the urge to let them in. And even when Iopen that door just a tiny crack, the wave of desire and affection that comes through erases any doubt that they meant what they said about how they never wanted to reject me in the first place.

At least the three of them.

Their hunger is palpable, and it mirrors the fierce ache building inside me. It's a heady sensation, knowing they want me just as much as I want them.

Maybe evenneedme.

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