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Adrian looks amused, a satisfied smile playing at his lips. They both seem... pleased. Content. Like catching their omega pleasuring herself while thinking of them is exactly what they want. Their scents carry notes of satisfaction, of possessive pleasure, of aroused interest.

They should be disgusted. Should be angry at my wanton behavior. Should be putting me in my place.

Instead, they look like cats who got into the cream, and I don't understand any of it.

“Cole,” Adrian says softly, and something passes between them in that single word.

Cole's hands finally drop from my shoulders, though he’s reluctant to step back. Water drips from his ruined clothes, but he doesn't notice or care.

“Breakfast is ready when you are, Little One,” Adrian says, and then they're gone, leaving me alone with my confusion and lingering arousal.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Mira

Itake my time finishing my shower, letting the water wash away the evidence of my desire, though nothing can cleanse my mortification. My movements are slow, deliberate, as I try to delay facing them. With each pass of the soap, I try to wash away more than just physical traces. I’m trying to clean away my weakness, my want, and my desperate desire for alphas I can't have.

What must they think of me? An omega so wanton, so desperate that I'd pleasure myself while thinking of them? Calling their names? Haventaught us that such behavior was shameful, deserving of correction. But... these three alphas didn't seem disgusted.

The opposite, in fact.

Is that because we’re mates? Does my scent call to them so intrinsically that everything is forgiven? And vice versa. Is that what all this means? It annoys me that I don’t know. I learned nothing of this in Haven and every moment since I escaped has been survival. There was no time to luxuriate with a book and it’s not like there were other omegas out there I could ask without giving myself away. The whole designation is swept away to fester in the shadows. Humanity’s dirty little secret boarded up so tight no one knows anything.

I dry off and head to my pack in the bedroom, and to the bags that line the wall. My eyes stray to a beautiful lavender sweater that peeks over the top of one of the bags. It looks impossibly soft and my fingers twitch with the urge to sink into the material. I snatch my hand back before I can touch it. I won't get carried away. Instead, I reach into my pack and pull on semi clean jeans and t-shirt - the worn cotton a reminder of what I need to remember.

I run my warm palms down my thighs, knowing I’ve dithered enough. With shaky legs, I force myself to leave the bedroom. The smell of coffee guides me to the kitchen, where I find only Adrian.

Something in my chest both loosens and tightens at the sight of him alone. Relief at not having to face all of them at once wars with disappointment that the others aren't here. His scent is a welcome hug, making that strange heat under my skin flare again. My nostrils flare and I lean into the delicious aroma of him before I can stop myself.

Adrian doesn't comment on my reaction, but he catches the slight hitch in my breath and the way my damned scent has probably just spiked. His smile makes my heart flutter, and something warm unfurls in my chest when he turns those hazel eyes on me.

I react so fast to him. Like my walls don’t even exist afterone soft glance.

“Coffee?” he asks, already reaching for some mugs knowing I'll say yes. The domesticity of the gesture makes my chest ache. I haven’t had this experience in almost ten years. Not since I lived with Mom and Dad.

I haven’tbelongedin such a long time.

“Thank you,” I manage, sliding onto a stool at the counter. The spread before me is overwhelming as always, fresh fruit arranged on a platter, still-warm pastries that smell like heaven, eggs done three ways, and crispy bacon that makes my mouth water.

My stomach clamps, but not with hunger. “Is this all for me?” I couldn't eat all this if I tried.

A small smile plays at Adrian's lips. “Cole and Zane already ate. We enjoy a good breakfast. Sets us up for the day.”

“Somehow I don’t think three busy alphas who run a billion-dollar company cook like this for breakfast every day.” I’ve spoken out of turn again, but Adrian simply slides a plate to his side of the counter and starts to fill it.

He pauses and looks over at me. “Would you like me to feed you, Omega?”

“Yes.” My response is immediate, but then my stomach rolls for a different reason because I imagine myself draped in his lap while he hand-picks and feeds morsels to me by hand. I catch my blooming scent and dive for the tongs to the fruit plate. “I mean, no. Thank you. I’m good.”

“Hmm. Yes, you are.” Complex notes of spiced vanilla and male musk wash over me. So fucking delicious my abdomen tightens.

My gaze flies up but Adrian has turned to gather the coffee pot. He fills two mugs and sets them on the counter.

“Zane and Cole had to go to the office for a few hours.” His fingers brush mine as he passes one of the mugs to me, sending electricity through my skin. “Some meetings couldn't be postponed. But they can be back in minutes if you need them.”

Those scattered pieces of me come together. Break apart. Come together. Break apart. Part of me does want them all here. Wants to be surrounded by their scentsand their care. Wants to be complete in a way I only am when all three of them are near.

I force a smile as though everything is all right. As though he didn’t catch me pleasuring myself in his shower half an hour ago and, oh God, why do I keep thinking of the heat in his knowing eyes. He should be throwing me out, not feeding me breakfast as though bringing home a stray nympho is an everyday occurrence. “You don't need to... I mean, they shouldn't have to...”

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