Page 66 of Begrudgingly Yours
I don’t know why but their stutters make me feel powerful. Like,Ireally affect these alphas this way.Me.
As usual, Everett takes the lead with confidence. “We’d love to spend any extra time with you that you’ll allow us to, Rory.”
When we march inside, everything is dark. “Is Opal home?” Dax asks.
I give a hidden smile in the dark of the living room. “No, she’s actually having a sleepover with Stacia tonight.”
They don’t respond to that, letting me lead them through the house and to my bedroom.
Right before I open the door, Everett speaks up. “Are we going in your room?”
I quirk a brow and reply, “Yes.”
“I thought you didn’t like alphas in your room,” Dax comments. I look back at him and see the cutest expression I’ve ever seen on his face. It’s one full of hope and anticipation.
“Yeah, I don’t. But you’re not just any alphas, are you?”
I look at Jett, and I know he’s remembering that day he visited me. The day we let our instincts take over before we had everything figured out. He remembers my tone that day, and he sees the difference in how I said it just now. “No,” he says, letting the smile finally crack over his face. “We’re not.”
“Then come on,” I retort, finally opening up my door.
The look of awe on their faces as they venture into my safe place is so fun to watch. Their eyes fly over everything they can see. The LED lights that line my ceiling are still on, the warm blue creating a comfortable atmosphere instead of the harsh yellow of the overlight. Jett gets pulled in by my bulletin board where I have pamphlets, old movie tickets, pictures of Stacia and me from over the years, plus the few new ones I’ve taken with Opal. They’re all collaged under a bunch of thumbtacks, creating a mirage of beautiful memories. Dax sneaks a glance of it over Jett’s shoulder and then sees my script on the dresser and rubs his finger over it softly like he’s curious but doesn’t want to disturb anything.
Everett eyes the bed because there is no other place to sit. I don’t have any extra seats, not a computer chair or an ottoman, just my queen size bed that takes up most of my room. It’s a mix of blue and black silk and it’s my ultimate paradise.
As they continue to look around, impressed by my comfy space, I take off my jacket and crawl into the bed. They all look at me, unsure of what to do.
“Do you guys want to sit?” I ask with a teasing smile. It seems like they didn’t want to crawl into an omega’s bed without permission, because the second I offer, they finally relax and move to get comfy.
I don’t blame them for their hesitance. I’ve been territorial of my stuff, even the full bathroom that only Opal and I use. I never thought I would want anyone’s smell besides my own in here, but I don’t think that anymore. Something in me craves it,needsit.
The second Dax’s skin touches my comforter, my omega fucking preens. She perks up all the way at the sensation, loving the instantaneous bloom of cherries covering the entire space. And when Everett and Jett join as well, I have to choke down an emotional sound in my throat. I wish they’d roll around until it’s so full of their combined scent that it’ll never possibly wash out.
That sounds like a freakingdream.
Once all of their shoes and jackets are off, we sprawl out against the many pillows, Dax and Everett on one side of me and Jett on the other. The latter gives me a happy smile. “I like the vibe of your room.”
“Thank you.” I didn’t realize how much that compliment would mean to me until he says it. I feel a tiny bit bashful, so I turn on the TV to distract myself.
“What are we watching?” Dax asks, fully relaxing into my side. I sneak a glance at Everett next to him and his eyes are laser-focused on me. The sexy way his jaw clenches and the outpour of his fresh rain scent makes it obvious that he is reigning in the control of his alpha.
“This new sitcom I’ve been binging,” I tell him as I turn iton. The theme song starts to play and Dax beams from ear to ear. “Have you seen it?”
“It’s one of my mother’s favorites,” is all he says before he snuggles up to my side, ready to tune in.
We watch it for hours in complete comfortability. The episode we’re on now is a bit of a heavier one, the characters discussing children and fertility. It causes me to tense for the first time since this date began.
Maybe it’s because they’re finally in my room, scenting up all of my stuff, but I feel an emotional zing of something unspoken beating me across my ribs. An anxiety that I need to get off my chest.
I don’t think what I need is sex. I think there’s something else I need to discuss with them, something a lot more personal.
“So, we’re officially in the courting stage,” I say awkwardly, adding a tiny laugh to soften the sentence. “If this continues… there’s something you three should know. Because it might be a deal breaker and it’s probably best we get it out of the way now.”
That gets their full attention. Everett turns the TV volume down just enough so it won’t interrupt us, and they all turn to me with serious expressions.
“What is it, twilight?” Jett asks.
Dax whispers, “You call her twilight?” but Jett just shushes him.
