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Vincent is no longer in his suit from the conference, but in a simple black shirt that shows off his chiseled arms, and black sweatpants. River wears a grey V-neck and jeans, while Landon is in his classic white-button up.
My inner Omega preens.
They’re here for me.
“What’s all this?” I ask shakily, doing my best to ignore my aching cunt.
My core throbs with need, but I don’t know how to ask for what I want.
But River smirks at me and crosses his arms to his chest. “Well, you see, Skylar, usually in a kitchen, people cook food?—”
“River,” Landon interrupts, shooting him a look. But River winks at me and quirks his lip, his playful teasing easing some of the unease in my stomach.
“We wanted to help you prepare,” Vincent confirms. “And keep you safe.”
His pupils are so wide that his eyes are almost black.
I lick my lips as the tension in the room thickens.
I can smell all three of them. Landon with his earthy, welcoming scent, River’s spicy, addictive one, and the richest of all three, Vincent’s.
Landon is the closest to me, and his shaky inhale tells me all I need to know about how strong my scent is. “Fuck,” he whispers, “you smell incredible, sweetheart.”
Vincent turns the stove off.
All three of them face me.
I can’t move from my spot. I’m frozen, overwhelmed by my arousal and trepidation.
“I’ve never done this before,” I admit, looking between them. I meet Vincent’s eyes and give him a pleading look. “Never with three,” I whisper.
My nipples ache, begging to be touched.
My clit throbs as Vincent’s gaze darkens. “We will take care of you,” he promises.
River looks at him, then nods at me.
“Whatever you need,” Landon whispers. “Say the word, and it’s yours.”
I swallow.
No one moves, though.
They’re leaving it to me.
“All of this is your choice,” Vincent continues, his voice low. “Of whom you want and when. And how.”
“And where,” River adds darkly.
I let out a breath. Slick trickles down my thighs, and the sweet scent fills the room.
“Already soaked, I see,” Vincent murmurs, pleased. He moves past River to turn on the faucet, washing his hands.
Once the water stops, I hold my breath as he strolls out of the kitchen to stand mere inches from me.
I crane my neck to look up at him. He’s so handsome up close, with his strong jaw, piercing eyes, and full, plush lips.
“Breathe,” he commands, and I suck in a breath.
