Page 79 of Knot my Alphas

I grab his arm and squeeze. “Stop it. Don’t ever take up the blame for what that asshole did to us. None of this is your fault. Nor is it Caleb’s or Damon’s.”

He gives me a small smile but I don’t miss the pain in his eyes.

“Mind helping Julian down the stairs?” I say, forcing a smile to change the subject. It’s too early in the day for us to be letting our insecurities screw with our heads. “I’ll have breakfast on the table by the time you get back.”

He leans down to peck my lips before jogging out of the kitchen.

Turning back to the stove, I flip the toasts and stir the orange sauce.

It’s not long before I have everything gathered on the table. I’m about to grab the coffee pot when familiar male voices call out my name.

Turning toward the door, I spot Raiden who’s carrying Julian bridal-style in his arms.

Raiden looks like a gigantic, dominating Viking warrior while Julian resembles a prince straight from a fairy tale book. My lips part slightly as I stare at them.

The urge to see them kissing is almost overwhelming.

My mind wastes no time playing up a dirty scenario where Raiden is grabbing Julian’s neck from behind while he’s mercilessly pounding inside him.

My throat is suddenly dry and I feel a hard throb deep in my core.Shit!I curse, snapping my thighs together.

I guess it takes a mere fantasy to trigger my hungry pussy these days.

My cheeks heat up with embarrassment as I realize they’re both staring at me. The dark intensity in both their gazes gives me pause.

That’s when I notice the overpowering fragrance of roses and raspberries wafting all around me.Fuck!I curse, realizing that I’m emitting clouds of pheromones.

A nervous chuckle escapes me as I step back and hurry toward the table.

“Come on, you guys,” I say in a loud voice. “The food will get cold if you keep standing over there.”

“I’m suddenly not that hungry anymore,” Julian says in an unusually husky voice.

“I’m hungry but in the mood for something else,” Raiden says, his gaze darkening.

I shake my head despite my throbbing pussy screaming for them.

Julian’s ribs are still not healed. His leg is just getting better, so I don’t want him exerting any added pressure on it. Now that we’re together, we have our entire lives to make up for the time we’re missing now.

100...99...98...97... I start counting backward in my head. Moving toward the windows, I open them, allowing a fresh breeze to waft in.

Within seconds, the cloying sweet fragrance dissipates. Only the smell of cooked French toasts and burnt orange rinds lingers in the air.

“I’ve made something new today,” I say, beckoning them to come to the table. “Can you taste it for me, please?”

A haze seems to lift off Julian and Raiden.

Raiden places Julian on his feet and comes forward. “I smell oranges,” he says, gazing at the dishes on the table.

“Same here,” says Julian, hobbling forward.

“I made a burnt orange syrup to go with the French toasts,” I say. “It’s an unusual flavor, so tell me if you guys like it or not.”

“Hey, I eat marmalade all the time,” Julian says, taking a seat at the table. “I’m sure the flavor won’t be too different.”

I serve the French toasts and lightly drizzle them with orange syrup. Next, I spoon some whipped cream over the top.

“This looks and smells incredible,” Raiden says with an interested look. “I’m sure it’s delicious.”

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