Page 139 of Juliet & Her Romeos

The two of them are beautiful together.

This is what I’ve always wanted: Swan in my bed, our love out in the open, and a male Omega in our arms.

Benedict is still naked. He’s been cleaned up as well and is swaddled in fresh, weighted blankets.

He’s snoring, lightly.

I love that he feels safe enough to sleep this deeply. But then, when have I ever slept as well as I’ve been sleeping, since I came to Romeo Hall?

Where are my two Alphas?

I push myself to sit up, and the blankets slip off me. Looking around, I catch sight of a paper love heart, which has been caught underneath a book on the nightstand.

My eyes open, before I grin.

I lean over, stroking the note’s edge, before I read the messy handwriting:

If you awake before I return, I had important work to attend to in my study.

Romeo, Romeo, Romeo!

A deep contentment settles over me like a mantle.

Ambrose is thinking of me.

Enough to know that I’d wake up to needing him.

Enough to make sure that I didn’t worry.

Enough to miss me.

“Hmm, I could wake up to a smile like that every day,” Swan’s sleepy voice murmurs. “If this is what you’re like after a heat, then it’s worth the aching in my tongue and fingers.”

“And what about your cock?”

“My cock is ready to go again.” Swan disentangles himself from Benedict, who truly is a deep sleeper. He edges across the bed toward me with a wicked smirk. “How about it, my Queen?”

“Your cock may be ready, but my pussy is waving the white flag. I could use your lips though.”

Swan gives me a heated look, before kissing my inner thigh. “My poor, tired tongue…”

“Up here.” I tap my cheek.

“Don’t you meanhere?” Fluidly, Swan launches himself up and presses his lips to mine with a depth of emotion that shocks me.

Then he pulls back, and his love shines in his eyes.

“Fated,” Swan breathes in awe. He’s said that word so many times before. But this time, it’s different. “Can you feel it?”

I pull Swan into a hug.

We’re both gasping, grinning, and shaking.

Deep in the connection to my bonds, I realize that I’m not only feeling my own joy surging through me, but I’m also sensingSwan’sintense happiness.

I shiver, as all my men’s emotions and needs coil through me.

This is my found family built from rivals, enemies, and the abandoned.

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