Page 119 of Wicked Alphas

He nods. “That’s his story to tell, but yes. We all wanted a place we could call home.”

Home.

The Aurora Innis one quarter mine, which includes the garden.

“You and I worked on most of this,” Beau says, his hand coming to rest on my thigh. “We picked what flowers we wanted and worked with landscapers. It was our passion project.”

I place the photos down and grip his hand. His fingers trace lines of my palm, and I sigh into his touch.

Despite his dimples showing, there’s a weariness in his face, as if he’s nervous.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

He shrugs. “Just thinking about everything,” he murmurs, staring at our joined hands. “How we almost lost you. Again.”

Guilt flows through me. “I don’t remember that day,” I murmur. “But I have a feeling I would have come back to you three, eventually. I might have been overwhelmed in the moment.”

He’s unconvinced, and it breaks my heart.

Then I remember…

“I don’t know exactly what that awful letter that Michael wrote said, but I could never feel that way about you. You have my heart, Beau.”

He lets out a shaky breath and chokes out a laugh. “Really?” The waver in his voice breaks my heart.

“Yeah. Really.”

“Oh, God.” He pulls me into his arms, almost crushing me to his chest. He kisses the top of my head, and he chuckles against my hair.

My head swims with his scent, and the box of photos is forgotten. I climb into his lap, my thighs straddling his hips, and he groans.

“Fuck. If we start now, I don’t know if I can stop, baby.”

I chuckle. “Just kiss me, Beau.”

His mouth finds mine easily, and he tastes just as I remembered. I grip him by the front of his sweatshirt, pulling him closer to me as his hands dart down to my chest.

I moan into his mouth, and he breaks away from the kiss to bring his lips to my gland, his mouth trailing over the delicate skin.

I jolt in his arms as his erection presses against my core.

“How often have you thought about this?” I murmur in his ear, my fingers combing through his soft, unkempt hair. “How long have you wanted to claim me?”

He groans, thrusting his hips, causing me to bounce in his lap. “Too long.Fuck…”

I close my eyes, inhaling him and the garden, debating on my next words.

“If you bit me now, what would happen?” I whisper to him, and he sucks on my gland, forcing me to stifle a scream.

His cock is impossibly hard underneath me, even through his jeans. “It would…we would…fuck…”

“Tell me,” I beg, thrusting my hips against him, pushing my crotch down against his length. “Tell me what would happen.”

“Ah.You would be mine. Forever.” He tongues my gland wildly, growling into it, and heat floods my body.

I could come just like this.

Oh…

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