Page 131 of Juliet & Her Romeos

“And you’re mine.” I can feel how true that is, deep inside.

I finally have a home and pack now.

Even with this one bond, the fire inside me isn’t boiling like it’s killing me.

Perhaps, these bonds truly can save me?

I blink the tears from my eyes, as hope begins to soar through me that this may not be my first and only heat.

That this may not be the last, earth shattering twenty-four hours of my life.

Yet if it is, I couldn’t imagine a better way to spend it than with these men or in the throes of the wildest passion of my life.

Finally, I feel wanted and desired.

“Here.” Ambrose clicks his fingers.

Benedict gives his bite a final, possessive kiss, before he pushes himself up and crawls toward Ambrose. His ass, along with the elegant arch of his back, which is covered with his brunet hair, makes him look like a wild fox.

I watch with wide eyes, as Ambrose pats his lap.

Benedict looks up at the Alpha adoringly, before climbing into his lap.

Ambrose pets Benedict’s hair, clutching him close by one strong arm.

“You did so well, my good boy,” Ambrose murmurs against Benedict’s neck, grazing his canines over his own bond mark there. Benedict’s hard dick leaks pre-cum at the pleasure of his Alpha’s touch on his bond bite. “I’m proud of you for accepting our Omega and taking part in her heat. I know that this is difficult for you. Tell me if you need quiet time. I’ve set up blankets and cushions on the other side of the library to give you a space to yourself, when you need a break. Our Beta will settle you there, if I’m too lost in the rut over the next day. Do you understand?”

Benedict nods.

His long fingers compulsively stroke up and down Ambrose’s tie.

Ambrose’s expression is transformed when he looks at Benedict: it’s softer.

He’s unable to hide his love.

It speaks of the familiarity of the years that they’ve spent together, along with a deep protectiveness.

To outsiders, I bet that this is how Swan and I look.

It makes joy surge through me that Swan and I are joining a pack, which are united by the same hard won love that we have.

We’re survivors and stronger because of it. Our love binds us together because we fought for this.

I turn on my side to be able to reach Vito’s hand, entwining his fingers with mine.

Vito’s eyes are glazed, but he smiles.

He tightens his hold on my hand. “Okay, Jules?”

“Want you.”

“Not more than I want you.”

“Take our Second Alpha and use his cock to prepare her for me,” Ambrose growls.

I stretch out, and the paper nest rustles. When I turn my head and smell the jersey, it’s like Ambrose is already lying here with me.

Now, Vito is about to fuck me as well.

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