Lola & the Millionaires: Part One (Sweet Omegaverse #2)(93)
“Wes, my hero, what are you making?” I sighed, taking in the bright space and the low ceiling, a large yard calling to me through small windows.
Silence followed my question and my eyes moved back to Wes at the stove, only to find him staring back at me, watching as Matthieu’s arms twined around my waist and his head dipped to nuzzle my temple. Wes looked…somehow both more and less surprised than I’d expected. Like he knew this was coming, but hadn’t expected it so soon. My blush flooded my cheeks and throat as Matthieu pulled away.
“I’ll start your coffee,” Matthieu murmured.
Wes cleared his throat and shook his head subtly, clearing the awkwardness of his shock with a rare, dimpled grin. “Biscuits, gravy, eggs, and potatoes. From scratch, not that frozen shit.”
My stomach roared in answer, and I swallowed hard. “God that sounds amazing. I’m so hungry,” I moaned.
Wes blushed, head nodding jerkily, and he turned back to the stove. “I’ll bet.”
Matthieu grinned wolfishly at me, and I grabbed the mug in his hands to help hide my blush.
“You should’ve been around for the pack argument about what Wes cooks for the post-heat meal,” Matthieu said, drawing me to his side again.
Wes huffed a laugh and shook his head, and I wondered how I had it in me to admire the shift of muscle that happened under his t-shirt as he moved. “I’ve given up trying to protect the pack’s cholesterol. But there is grapefruit, if anyone has the sense to eat it.”
I slipped out from Matthieu’s hold and crossed to the basket on the old wooden hutch by Wes, grabbing up one of the heavy grapefruits and flashing him a smile. His curiosity was almost palpable, and he watched me return to Matthieu’s side with a keen eye, but he never questioned what had happened.
If he had, I honestly had no idea what I would say. I’d found one more man in this pack of perfection that I was hopelessly unable to resist. One more way to break my heart.
“Getting antsy?” I murmured into Rake’s ear later that night.
The entire pack and I were out on the screened-in back porch, shutters turned to reveal the sunset beyond the old mill. The porch was cozy, with a small wood stove and deep, pod-like seating. Caleb, Rake, and I were piled together in a pod, my legs draped over Rake’s as he leaned into Caleb’s chest. Caleb’s hand was resting over my knee, thumb brushing my skin in a warm repetitive path, and Leo was leaning against the tangle of the three of us, sitting on a dense cushion on the floor.
“Not yet,” Rake said, although he’d started squirming every few minutes. He must’ve been resisting the urge to get back to his nest.
I’d napped with him there earlier in the afternoon while the alphas took the opportunity to shower, and it had turned into sating a minor flare-up with Rake fucking me lazily as we lay spooned together. He’d been gentle, but it definitely hadn’t left me less sore.
“Want me to swap with Cyrus?” I whispered, resting my chin on Rake’s shoulder.
He frowned, bottom lip pouting slightly. “I wish I was more…cube shaped.”
Leo snorted softly on the floor and I squinted at Rake, who shrugged in response. “I just want you all directly next to me, but there’s only one of me and four of you and it’s… The geometry’s not working out.”
Caleb hummed, and I caught his eye. He lifted his eyebrow, arm shifting back to offer the open space of his chest and lap. I only hesitated for a moment, pulling myself out of Rake’s arms as he whined, and tiptoeing around Leo to resettle onto Caleb’s lap. He was kind of vibrating, and it took me a moment to realize it was a silent purr rumbling in his chest. Leo’s neck was arched to grin up at us and with a few shifts, Caleb and I had Rake bundled against us, our arms crossed over his chest.
“Cy!”
“Yes, hun? Aww, you made room for me?” Cyrus pushed up from his armchair in the far corner, immediately wedging himself into the small space left in the loveseat.
It was a miracle the little couch hadn’t broken between the four of us. I tried to stifle my giggle, but it drew the eyes of the room. Matthieu’s gaze was on me, as hot as the small fire he sat next to. But so were Wes’. He’d been watching me all day, ever since I’d come up for breakfast with Matthieu. If I’d ever had any question about the interest of Rake’s unbonded alphas, it was gone now.
You’re just a convenient hole to fuck since they can’t—
I shut down the nasty words. There was affection between Rake and his two unbonded alphas, friendliness and ease. I hated thinking that Matthieu or Wes might simply be trying to replicate any sexual relationship they were missing with Rake. If that were the case, Matthieu probably would’ve been all over me in the shower while I’d been coated and full of his omega’s scent, not extra careful to avoid hurting or alarming me.
Caleb’s purring grew stronger at my back as Leo leaned back against us. His scent was strong and thick, as sweet as an omega’s but without creating the pit of hunger in my stomach. I snuggled into him, reaching my free hand down to comb through Leo’s hair. My own head tipped back onto Caleb’s shoulder, that heady dense blanket of warmth right in front of my nose. Three gulps down, and I was fast asleep.
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