Page 68 of Dream Girl
Finally, the purring stopped, and he turned us so we faced each other, noses touching. “The obvious is that your theory that we exist in a universe of simple parallel worlds and not a multiverse is erroneous. For some reason, your Wes never appeared in your world, just like my Grace never appeared here, and our biological imperatives were so strong that it pulled us to each other through the dream realm in an effort to unite us.”
I clenched. “Why is it so sexy when you talk science? Even if I stand correct at us not existing in the multiverse. But back to scent matches. I can get behind that. But when I watched a video to explain it, the video stated that it only happens between alphas and omegas. I’m not an omega. I’m not even a real gamma.”
“But I think you sort of are. Even before my test came back as alpha, I felt all those things toward you that alphas feel toward their omegas. You don’t have to be mature to recognize a scent match. After I awakened, there were so many signs that your omega was in there waiting to blossom, especially in those last months. My guess would be that because of the differences in your world, it never happened since some of those specific biologics don’t exist. Still, there was no doubt in my mind that you truly weremy omega. You still are. Even if you’re not genetically, you are where it counts.” Wes pressed my hands to his heart. Heat flooded my body.
“If you’re trying to get into my pants, it’s working.” I leaned into him and stole a kiss, contemplating letting him have me in the hospital after all.
“About time. Want me to put up the door sign? I still need to determine if your pussy tastes like peaches.” Evan stood there, holding a bag, with a look of desire on his face.
I should be mortified. I should apologize, make sure he was okay with what Wes said. Instead, I popped out of bed and launched into his arms. The warmth of his giant body cocoonedme, and his lemonade scent wrapped around me, going straight to my needy core.
“Evan.” I buried my face in the crook of his neck. As I wrapped my legs around him, my entire being, soul to brain, gave a satisfied shudder. Because I needed him too.
“Peaches.” Evan pulled me down on the bed, covering me with his body, smothering me with lemonade satisfaction.
“Evan, how much did you hear, I–” Wes’ voice shook.
“Stop.” Evan sandwiched me between him and Wes as he kissed Wes. “I’m going to have to start a fund where every time someone apologizes needlessly we put money in it, and at the end of the year we go on vacation.”
“To the beach.” I melted between the two of them, my insides going gooey. Oh yes, I’d love to spend a week lying on a beautiful beach with them all day and fucking them all night long.
“Absolutely.” Evan’s lips captured mine as he pinned me to Wes’s chest with his body.
“Evan–” Wes started.
“No. Don’t you even dare undermine that breakthrough by apologizing to me. She belongs with us.” Evan kissed me again, punctuating his statement.
“Why? Wes is my alpha. But are you getting it through the bond? I mean, it would be statistically improbable for both of you to be scent matches with meandbe together, and could we even?” I frowned, still trying to understand it logically.
Evan rubbed his fingers across my forehead, smoothing out my worried brow. “I don’t care. You sniffed me and practically had a fucking orgasm. Can we take her home now? I need to be the filling in a Wes and Peaches sandwich.”
“Is this a thing we’re going to do?” My heart pounded with anticipation, my legs rubbing together.
“Yes.” Wes buried his face in both our necks. “You two smell delicious together.”
“Filling?” I wasn’t exactly sure what he meant.
“Yep.” Evan rolled us away from Wes, then rolled back, so his back was to Wes’ chest, and I was facing Evan, so he was in the middle. “Like this. I’m the filling.”
“Ooh.” Sure, it might be scandalous compared to what I grew up with, but the idea of being between both, to be loved on all sides, delighted me—and I trusted Wes.
“Do you want to see him knot me? I want to see him knot you. Just like I want my dick deep inside your sweet peachy pussy as you come around me,” Evan added. “Wait, do you know what knotting is?”
“Yes, teenage dream Wes showed me.” I gave Wes a bashful look.
Wes leaned over and kissed me. “We’ll go at your pace, but here, all these things are normal. All love is normal. There’s so much we want to show you.”
My panties got wet at his words. “I want to try.” I looked at Evan. “It’s okay if I sleep with your husband?”
Something I shouldn’t want so much, but did.
“Yep, because I’m going to fuck yours–and you. Is that okay?” Evan ran his body up and down mine, setting every one of my nerves on fire.
“Yes. Can I be the filling sometimes?” I tilted up my head so I could see them.
“Yes. Also, yes, I’ve mentioned to Bren and Jett more than once that I planned on being with you if that was something you wanted and no one objected. Oh, I can’t wait to see you take us.” Evan put his hand on my ass, rubbing it. “Do you like ass-play or do we need to work you up to it?”
“Never tried it. This guy in high school tried to tell me that ass sex didn’t count, but he just sort of wanted to shove it in there. A lot of my friends back then believed that you were still a virgin ifyou did only butt stuff.” I chewed on my lower lip, enjoying the sensation of his touch, this closeness.
