There’s a moment of clarity that passes between us as we both hold our breaths. This just feels…right. Fate. Meant to be in ways neither one of us could fathom. It’s as if the heavens opened up and are shining down on us, saying, “Fucking finally.”

Vinny’s elbows move to either side of my head, and he looks down at me in awe and, dare I say, love. It shines brightly in his hazel orbs. His normally more brown eyes have lightened considerably, more of the green peek through.

Whatever he sees staring back at him makes him smile, a wide toothy grin. Something that’s been making an appearance more and more since I agreed to give him a shot to make it up to me. He starts moving his hips again, his groin grinding against mine with a toe-curling deliciousness. The sensations as he rubs against my clit has me letting a low moan, wrapping my legs around him, my feet digging into his ass. The sign clear that I don’t want him to stop.

If he stops now, I may just cry. Not something I want to do, but I’m so damn close, and the sweetness radiating off of him is playing with my emotions.

His ministrations get a little rougher, not that I’m complaining. He drops his head next to my ear, inhaling deeply with a rumble of pleasure. My back tries to arch off the bed when he bites my earlobe, but his substantial weight keeps me pressed against the mattress.

“Come for your alpha, princess.”

I expect my orgasm to hit hard and fast at his plea because that’s what it is. The Don of the Andoneli Family is begging me to come for him. It’s a heady feeling that such a powerful man wants my pleasure for himself. But my orgasm surprises me. It’s slow, working its way through every one of my limbs until finally it explodes, whiting out my vision.

“Vincenzo!” I cry out, squeezing my eyes shut as everything inside me contracts. Vinny makes a pained noise, but he fights through the vise my channel has on his knot until, with a tortured groan, he comes too.

Vinny’s sweaty frame drops on mine, knocking what’s left of my breath from my lungs. The full weight of his body is comforting, even if he’s heavy as fuck. My shaky legs fall from around his waist onto the mattress, the muscles aching delectably.

Don’t pass out, don’t pass out, I think to myself as I start to come down from the high of Vinny’s lovemaking. Who knew the man was a literal God in the bedroom? I can only imagine how my heats will go now with him joining in. I just wish I would be coherent enough to remember what happens during it.

Even now, I still don’t remember all of what went down during my induced heat caused by Bianca. If that’s what it was. We still don’t have a clear answer, but that’s the best idea I can come up with.

Vinny carefully turns us over so his back is against the bed with me sprawled across him. His fingers comb through my hair as a slow rumble works through his chest.

Vinny’s purr relaxes my sated body even more, slowly pulling me into dreamland. My sweaty body sticks to his as his knot still locks us together. Part of me wants to start all over again, making him come at least twice more, but my muscles don't answer my call to move. I’m literally nothing but a limp noodle. All of the guys have that effect on me after sex.

That’s when you know it’s fucking amazing.

A few minutes later, barely keeping my eyes open, a knock comes from the door. The sound so quiet, I almost think I’m dreaming about it.

“Who is it?” Vinny’s voice rumbles beneath my ear.

“Arden.”

“Come in,” Vinny calls again. Once again, I try to move so I can see my other alpha, but I’m still nothing but a pile of boneless flesh.

The door shuts quietly, and light footsteps can be heard as they get closer to the bed. Vinny doesn’t say a word as Arden crouches down into my blurry eyesight, a sweet smile on his face, but there’s no denying the heat in his gaze as he looks over my nude form. “How are you doing, sweets?” He reaches out, tucking some of my hair behind my ear.

“Mmmm,” I mumble, not able to offer up anything but that. He chuckles, deep and throaty, making my already sore core clench around Vinny’s slowly deflating knot.

“Fuck,” Vinny rumbles. “Don’t do that again. She’s got me locked up tighter than a vise.”Arden starts to laugh again, but he’s quickly stopped by the low and dangerous warning growl from Vinny. “What do you need?” he forces out through clenched teeth.

The poor baby sounds like he’s in pain. I almost want to laugh, but that would require too much effort at the moment. Much more effort than I’m currently capable of.

“I just wanted to inform you that Kali is here.” I stiffen at his words.

This time, the growl loosens from my throat at the sound of another woman’s name and the affection in his tone as he says it.

“Relax, princess,” Vinny murmurs, his hand coming up to knead the muscles in my stiff neck. “Kali is like a little sister to us all. Nothing more than that. Nothing has ever happened between any of us and her.” My body slowly starts to relax as he explains. “She’s here with her own mates to help with our Archibald problem.”

“Promise?”

“We promise, sweets,” Arden says, kissing my forehead before he retreats toward the door. “I’ll let them know you two need a minute.”

“Thanks,” Vinny mutters, continuing the massage from my neck into my left shoulder. I groan when he hits a particularly rough spot, but he just keeps going until it finally loosens.

Not more than a handful of minutes later, Vinny’s knot fully deflates, and he slips from my center, a gush of wetness following in its wake. I wrinkle my nose, my eyes still closed, but I don’t utter a single word. Neither does he nor do we mention the mess it’s making all over his pelvis, choosing to keep our own commentary to ourselves. Even though what I really want to say is ewwww.

Don’t get me wrong, I love the sex, and the knotting is chef’s kiss. But it’s the aftermath, the fucking flooding, that really kind of weirds me out. You’d think, being an omega, my body would suck that shit right up and store it for a while. Nope. Not so lucky. The minute the plug is pulled, it all comes out.