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“Once again, I’m boneless.” I sighed, feeling so content and happy.Mine.They were mine.
“Me, too.” Evan purred as well. Both purrs wrapped around me like the blanket Wes threw on top of us.
“I enjoy being the filling,” I murmured.
“Feeling Wesin you?Fuuuuck,” Evan whispered as he licked where he marked me. “But Alpha, I want that knot as soon as you’re able.”
“It’s yours,” Wes assured, continuing to purr for us. “I love the two of you so much.”
“I love you, too.” He kissed me. Slipping out of me, he positioned himself at my back, arms draped over me and Wes.
“Best birthday present. I love you both until the end of the universe,” I told them, kissing Evan’s mark, then Wes.
“To the end of the universe,” Wes agreed.
I cuddled them close, so satisfied, so content, so warmed by their purrs and the feelings of love and happiness coming through the bond that I wasn’t entirely sure where I ended and where they began.
And I couldn’t be happier for it.
Chapter Fifty-Three
Wes
“Let me go. I thought we were friends–” Grace shrieked, wrestling me from sleep as she thrashed in the dark nest.
“Grace, hey, it’s okay. I’m right here. It’s just a nightmare. You’re okay.” I covered her naked body with mine, pulling a blanket over us, trying to comfort her with my presence.
Evan, who’d been hugging my back, sat up. “What’s wrong?”
“Nightmare. You’re okay. I’m right here.” I peppered her face with little kisses.
“Grace gets nightmares?” He frowned, getting closer to us.
“Sometimes. Usually it’s not when you’re in bed with us,” I admitted. “She doesn’t remember what they’re about, either. I think it’s whatever happened that ended with her coming to us.”
Evan ran his fingers through her hair. “You didn’t think to tell me that she gets nightmares when we’re not all together?”
A touch of hurt shot through the bond.
I shrugged as she relaxed under our touch. “I didn’t want you to feel obligated to sleep with us every night. You should spend time with Bren and Jett. We’re okay.”
He made a face. “You should still tell me. I… I didn’t even feel them. Maybe I’ll feel her better now. I wish my mark would stay like yours.”
“It’ll scar eventually if you keep doing it in the same place. You can always have it tattooed.” I yawned. We’d been up late, and had a number of rounds, since both of them were knot-greedy. Which I didn’t have a problem with. After all, I was here to make them happy.
Brennan also kept texting. But whatever. It wasn’t a big deal. Also, I sort of got it.
“I’m trying to sleep,” Grace muttered.
“Sorry, you had another nightmare,” I said, finding a bottle of water, taking a sip and passing it on to her.
She took a sip. “Oh.”
“Do you want to move downstairs? Maybe take a shower?” It had grown warm and stuffy, almost stifling. We were all a little sticky.
The nest was great for fucking, and fine for dozing between rounds, but not comfortable for actual sleeping.
“I feel sort of gross. What time is it?” Grace nodded.
