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“I think we’re going to have to consider extending the offer for one of us to bite Carver.” Oliver hugs me.
Miller doesn’t seem to mind.
“I mentioned the two of you bonded and he seemed...” Oliver’s face scrunches. “Sad? Maybe a little left out.”
“Crap,” I whisper.
“No, none of that,” Miller murmurs, kissing my cheek. “He wouldn’t begrudge us this. It’s something we’ll sit down and talk about together. It would require an alpha link.”
“You’d be willing to do that?” I ask.
“For you? Yeah, I’d be willing to do just about anything,” Miller says.
Oliver shoves up his glasses, nodding his agreement.
Their sincerity rings through the bond, and since I’m overly emotional, I burst into embarrassing happy tears.
Chapter Thirty-One
Nik
“Nik, it’s stunning,” Melody says, sliding her hands down her stomach as she twists in the mirror.
“You sure are,” I agree, prowling closer until I can plant my hands on her hips. The dress is a soft, silky material that clings to every well-placed curve. Her hair is French braided at the top, but it falls into cascading waves that I can’t help but ache to run my fingers through. Preferably when she’s on her knees with my cock in her throat, or doggy style while I slam into her from behind.
“I honestly had doubts it would zip.” She turns to grin at me over her shoulder. “But you were right, it’s gorgeous.”
“You’re gorgeous,” I clarify, kissing her throat. I’ve held off for too long, and I’m growing increasingly feral to claim her as mine. My left hand tightens on her hip as I dig out the silver and white jewelry box from my pants pocket. “This is for you.”
“Nik.” Her eyes meet mine in the mirror as she takes the box. “I hope you know that I like you foryou. You’ve already spoiled me plenty with courting gifts.”
We’ve both carefully ignored the stack of shipping boxes in the living room. Fucking Oliver, he might be right, and as such,I haven’t pushed for her to examine them. She’s going to need to soon.
I purchased everything she could possibly need for a dream nursery.
My tattoo-covered hand lands on her slightly curved stomach.
Did I purposely pick a dress to show off her small baby bump? Oh fuck yes I did.
Her belly popped in the last few days, and it hasn’t helped my composure. My system doesn’t give a fuck who fertilized her egg. My need to slide inside her grows with every passing day. It’s all my brain can seem to focus on—ouromega is carryingourbaby.
“I know,” I assure her, refocusing my attention. I give her a playful smile. “But I do love giving gifts. Oliver says it’s how I express my love.”
Melody’s eyes widen.
My heart skips several beats.
That wasn’t a declaration. It’s clearly in my vocabulary because Oliver hasn’t shut up about how different people express and accept love in a variety of ways.
Jesus Christ, I have more game than this.
“Also, you needed something to match your dress. Open it.” I nod to the box.
She lifts the lid and runs a painted fingernail over the aquamarine and diamond drop necklace. I’ve got the matching earrings in my other pocket.
“Will you help me put it on?” She flutters her lashes.
“Of course,” I growl, failing to take the box. Instead I seal my mouth to hers for a slow kiss that makes my cock ache.
