“After you watched Finn give me an orgasm,” Gabe fills in, his voice dropping lower, a rumble that I feel more than hear. “After you stood there smelling like cloves and vanilla and drove me absolutely wild.”
I swallow hard, my throat suddenly dry. “I just came down for water and…”
“And couldn’t look away,” Finn says with a knowing smile. “Don’t worry. I understand. It’s hard to look away when you’re faced with that impressive cock.”
“Finn,” Gabe warns.
I bite my lip, considering this. “So I didn’t… force myself on you?”
“God no,” Finn says immediately, his eyes widening. “Trust me, if either of us had been uncomfortable, you wouldn’t exactly be hard to push off. Gabe could lift you with one arm.”
Gabe huffs but doesn’t deny it, his thumb now tracing small circles on the back of my hand.
I look to Finn, still uncertain. “And you’re okay with this? With me showing up in your bed and dry humping your boyfriend?”
“More than okay,” Finn says with a grin that lights up his entire face. “In fact, we’ve been hoping you’d be interested in exploring this connection. You have no doubt noticed there is something different about Gabe and Everett’s scents—that they are stronger for you. And… well, I like to think you and I have been building a connection as well. If it’s something you are interested in, we would like to explore it with you.”
Gabe reaches out and tugs me between them, arranging us so I’m sitting against the headboard flanked by both men.
“We’re scent-matches,” I say.
“Yep!” Finn cheers, bouncing slightly on the mattress. “It’s a Christmas Miracle.” He grins widely. “Unless… you’re not interested. Then I guess it’s more like not.”
“That’s why I climbed into your bed like some sex-crazed maniac. My omega recognized her alpha and sought him out.”
“Probably triggered by what you saw last night,” Finn adds.
“I think that’s a good sign,” Gabe says. “Your omega side trusts us enough to seek comfort and pleasure.”
My heart skips a beat, then races to catch up. “But… do you all want this?”
“There’s nothing we’d love more,” Gabe says, his green eyes intense and sincere.
“A pack,” I whisper, the word feeling right, feeling like home.
“Exactly,” Finn says, squeezing my other hand. “A real pack. But only if you want it too. No pressure, no expectations. We can take this as slow as you need.”
I look down at our joined hands, trying to sort through the whirlwind of emotions. Desire, certainly. Curiosity. A touch ofanxiety. But underneath it all, a sense of rightness that I can’t explain, like puzzle pieces clicking into place.
“I’d like that,” I admit. “But we really don’t have to go slow. Seeing as how I’m already in your bed.”
“Sounds good to me,” Gabe assures me.
“I’m on board,” Finn adds. “Starting with breakfast, because I’m starving, and someone worked up quite an appetite this morning.” He winks at me.
I laugh and feel my cheeks flame, but I’m happy. “Breakfast sounds good.”
As we move to get up, Gabe catches my wrist gently. “Just so you know,” he says, his voice low. “What happened this morning? That was just the beginning. The next time won’t be through layers of fabric, and it won’t be a surprise.”
A shiver runs through me, heat pooling low in my belly again.
“I’d like that too,” I whisper, heat flooding my cheeks as I meet Gabe’s intense gaze. “I mean… taking it slow sounds perfect, but also… I’m not opposed to…” I clear my throat. “More.”
His eyes darken, pupils dilating, and for a moment, I think he might pull me back into bed. But Finn clears his throat dramatically.
“Breakfast first, horny times later,” he announces, tugging me toward the door. “I need pancakes before I can handle watching you two eye-fuck each other anymore. The sexual tension is thick enough to spread on toast.”
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