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"The Halloween thing we're definitely not planning," Rowan says.
"The surprise thing that's not happening," Levi adds.
"The thing you shouldn't worry about," Luca finishes.
"I'm going to worry about it now."
"Please don't."
"Too late. Worrying initiated."
But I'm smiling, surrounded by Alphas who can't keep secrets and pets who are pretending not to like each other and shopping bags I don't need but love anyway.
This is what a day off feels like. This is what being cherished feels like. This is what pack feels like.
"Next time," I say, settling between them on the couch, "I'm picking the transportation."
"Deal," Levi says.
"And the ice cream flavors."
"Never."
"And I'm paying."
"Absolutely not," all three say in unison.
I should argue, but Rowan's arm is around my shoulders, Luca's hand is on my knee, and Levi's already planning our next adventure on his phone.
Maybe being taken care of isn't so bad after all.
CHAPTER 24
Modeling Opportunities And Lunch Dates
~HAZEL~
In the haze of sleep, everything blurs into heat and need.
Rowan's hands are on me first, strong and sure, sliding between my thighs with a possessiveness that makes my pulse thunder. His fingers press deep, curling just right, sending sparks through my core as I arch into him. "That's it, Hazel," he murmurs against my ear, his voice low and gravelly, like he's been waiting forever to say my name like this. "You're so perfect for us."
Then Luca's mouth claims mine, his kiss fierce and consuming, tasting of dark coffee and restrained storm. His tongue teases, demands, while his hands hold my face like I'm something precious. I moan into him, the sound muffled but desperate, as Levi's touch joins in—his palms cupping my breasts, thumbs circling with playful reverence. "Look at you, sunshine," Levi whispers, his breath hot on my skin, fingers kneading gently. "So beautiful, so ours. We've got you."
The pleasure builds, wave after wave, their scents mingling—Rowan's cedar and smoke, Luca's gingerbread warmth, Levi's sweet honey butter—wrapping around me like a nest I never want to leave. I gasp their names, one after another, body trembling on the edge.
"Rowan... Luca... Levi..." They praise me in unison, words like "good girl" and "just like that" pushing me higher, until?—
I jolt awake, heart slamming against my ribs, sheets twisted around my legs like restraints.
My skin is fever-hot, slick with sweat, and between my thighs, I'm drenched, aching with unfulfilled want.
Panting, I sit up in the dim light of my bedroom, the fairy lights from the window casting soft glows across the walls. The dream lingers, vivid and embarrassing, making my cheeks burn as I press a hand to my chest to steady my breathing.
Did I make noise? Moan out loud?
The apartment is quiet, but the guys are just in the living room—Luca on the pull-out couch last night, Rowan and Levi sprawled on the new cloud one.If they heard... oh god, the mortification would kill me.
I can already imagine Levi's teasing grin, Rowan's quiet intensity, Luca's knowing look. No, better not to think about it.
