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Even though it hasn’t been long at all since I last saw her, I feel almost relieved as the door opens and her face appears on the other side. She looks a bit shy as she steps into my room, but I want her to feel as comfortable here as she does in her own bedroom. Hell, one day maybe we’ll all share a room so that all of us can sleep close to her—assuming she chooses to make this permanent, accepting our bites and bonding with us.

“Is everything alright?” I ask, taking in the pensive look on her face.

“Yeah, it’s fine.” She smiles. “I just…”

She trails off, her gaze moving down my body until her focus lands on my dick. It twitches a little as my whole body responds to her attention, and I feel a smile tugging at my lips. There’s an expression almost like longing on her soft features, and I think I know what brought her to my room.

“You want me in your mouth again?”

She sighs, worrying her lip between her teeth as she nods. “It… I don’t know why, but it soothed me. I liked sucking on it, not just to get you off, but because it made me feel good.” Her nose wrinkles a bit as she makes a face. “That’s weird, I know.”

My smile grows, and I gesture her closer. As she crawls onto the bed, I tell her, “It’s not weird. It’s a perfectly natural craving that some Omegas have. Come here.”

I shove my sweats and boxers down, kicking them off my legs and discarding them on the floor. My shaft is at half mast, and Lily leans toward it as if she’s drawn by a magnetic pull.

“Go ahead,” I tell her encouragingly.

She makes the most adorable and sexy little noise in her throat, then settles onto the bed between my legs. She situates herself comfortably before wrapping her lips around me and bringing me into her mouth. My shaft, which perked up with interest the second she looked at it, goes fully hard, and I let out a slow breath through my nose, reminding myself that this isn’t about me. It’s about taking care of my Omega.

Lily doesn’t seem to agree though—or maybe it’s just that she wants this as much as I do—because she sucks in earnest for a while, running her tongue over my spit-slicked length as she bobs her head. When I finally can’t hold back any longer and spill down her throat, she swallows greedily, teasing my knot with her tongue.

Then she lies down, resting her cheek on my inner thigh, my shaft nestled between her soft, plump lips.

I stroke my fingers through her hair, murmuring words of praise until she finally falls asleep like that, suckling me gently.

It takes a while longer for me to fall asleep, but as I gaze down at her with her red hair spilling over my leg like silk, I don’t mind one bit.

Chapter 20

Lily

A few days pass and I’m actually starting to get the hang of this whole Omega thing.

Living with my Alphas helps. They’re so supportive, and they never think that anything I need is crazy or random. They almost know more about being an Omega than I do, since they’ve been preparing their whole lives to have one, and if I ever feel lost or unsure, one of them is there to help me and reassure me.

It’s a good thing too, because I think the nesting they were talking about is kicking in. Or maybe that has nothing to do with being an Omega and everything to do with finally having a place I’m allowed to decorate, and the budget to do it.

We paint my bedroom, then I would like some wallpaper for the ceiling so that it’s not just a bare blank wall I’m staring up at while I’m in bed, and I want to switch out the overhead light for something nicer. I want furniture, and while the bed is sturdy—and boy, do the men have some jokes about that—it’s really not my style and feels rather impersonal, so we swap that out.

The Alphas are more than happy to help out. At least one of them goes shopping with me, and won’t let me see the price tag on things so that I don’t get uncomfortable. “Let us spoil you,” Knox says multiple times.

For all that he was the one I wasn’t sure wanted me, he’s the most insistent on protecting me and taking care of me. He still playfully fights me on helping out with chores around the house, although he never gets in the way of my spending time with Ben, or doing dinner with Miles. He knows the latter is my special little thing with Miles, and the former…

I’m trying not to think too hard about it. If I do, it’ll make me think about how permanent this could be, and it scares me. I want it to be permanent. I feel truly at home for the first time in my life. But there’s still a part of me that worries I’m not going to measure up and be the Omega that my Alphas really need.

There is one thing, though. One issue in what’s otherwise a lovely situation.

We haven’t gone all the way.

The men are handsy with me, very physically affectionate, which I appreciate. Especially after games, it’s like they want to get my scent on them again, all keyed up after their time on the ice. They have a few away games, and Ben and I travel with them. He’s excited to see new places, and I can take him around while the men practice, then bring him to the games.

I still don’t know a ton about hockey, so to me, the Alphas seem to be playing at the same level as they always were, but they assure me they’re doing better than ever since they met me.

“I feel like I’m flying over the ice,” Lawson tells me excitedly at one point.

Despite all the hugs and kisses, the constant touches, we haven’t done everything that I want.

I know they want it too. I can feel it. But they’re holding themselves back. I respect and appreciate that they want to take it slow and really give me time, give all of us time, but I just… I need them. It feels like every day I need them more and I don’t know how to handle it.

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