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All I could do was move forward.
Anyway, I texted with Miriam, telling her everything that was going on, and she responded with all kinds of shocked and happy emojis and said that she was so happy for me only seven times.
Is it okay if I share a little bit with others if they ask about you? she texted. Let me know if there’s anything that should be confidential.
This was like her, too. Maybe Miriam liked being the person with the scoop. On the one hand, it was responsible of her to ask about confidentiality. On the other hand, I thought it put a lot of pressure on me to sift through everything I’d said and to decide what was cool to share and what wasn’t.
Luckily, I was used to this with Miriam. I didn’t share things with her that I wanted kept secret. I’d been fairly vague with her thus far, actually. I knew that anything I said could also be poached by reporters. Miriam would be the kind of person to volunteer to the paparazzi that she knew me, after all.
So, I put out a little dig. I texted, Well, anyone we know, I guess, but be careful. If I see something I only told you published in the tabloids, then I’ll know where it came from, won’t I?
I would never do that! she protested.
Our conversation didn’t last much longer after that.
Soon enough, Devlin came back into the room with several stylists. He sat in the bedroom while they dressed me and did my hair. Whatever I had done was not deemed sufficient, which didn’t really bother me, I supposed. It was nice being fussed over.
I was now apparently going to be absorbed into Devlin’s typical schedule. This way, the public could get used to seeing us together and it would go a long way towards establishing us as a couple and me as part of the royals. Apparently, the idea that I’d need to be bitten sooner rather than later was being given serious consideration, so this was hopeful.
That day, Devlin and I traveled to the northern part of the country where we were present at the opening of a new facility for deaf children. Devlin read a speech that had been written for him, and I had to stand behind him the entire time. Then we posed for pictures and Devlin refused to answer any questions the press asked about Sinclair.
We got home late and food was served in our rooms, supposedly separately, but instead, Devlin came into my room and had Maguire join us.
We all sat together in the sitting room area of my room and ate together.
Afterward, we had sex.
Devlin knotted me, and he let Maguire knot him, something that he seemed to like a lot, and which I liked too. I liked seeing them connected, and I liked all of us joined. Maguire was careful with Devlin, even though Devlin said he didn’t need to be, making sure to do a great deal of stretching before he even tried to put his cock into him. I liked watching that too. They kissed a lot during the preparations, and I liked watching them kiss.
During all of it, Devlin tried to bite me again, and I wanted him to. But Maguire intervened again, soothing us both, and I had to admit that I liked having him there. Maguire seemed like an integral piece of everything. I thought it might be nice if Rohan were there, too, however.
When I mentioned this, Devlin said we should wait with Rohan. He said Rohan was intense. He said that he wanted us to be bonded with a bite before we decided to bring Rohan into it. I didn’t know why. Maguire was already here, and I wondered if it was less about me and more about whatever Devlin felt about Rohan.
I tried to get him to talk to me about that relationship. Now that I was forming an affectionate bond with Maguire, I was less threatened by Devlin and Rohan already having a bond. I thought I was beginning to understand how it could all work.
I loved Devlin, but I could still appreciate the uniqueness of other men. I could still want them, even if Devlin and I were…
Well, I guessed we didn’t know what we were. But I sensed that what was between Devlin and me was meant to be different than what was between Maguire and me, or what would perhaps someday be between Rohan and me. It was meant to be more.
If there was anything I felt guilty about, it was when I thought everything seemed equal between the men. I didn’t think Devlin would like that.
I overcompensated with pretending that Devlin owned parts of my body. I never texted him dirty things, but when we were riding to events together, over the next few days, I would whisper in his ear that his pussy was wet from his scent. When we got back to our rooms in the evenings, I would ask him for permission to touch his pussy, ask him if I was taking good care of it since it was his, after all, and I followed his edict never to have an orgasm without him there.
Of course, I wasn’t alone often. We slept in the same bed every night, and we were having a lot of sex.
I liked it, and it turned me on, but there was something about it that also made me nervous. Not because I was frightened of him, though, I realized.
To him, it was a game. He wouldn’t be angry with me if I didn’t do what he said. He wasn’t that sort of person. He was an alpha, and he was commanding, but he didn’t need to be punitive to get me—or anyone—to follow his directives. It just felt good to do what he said. He was a natural leader.
However, I knew it wasn’t really a game, because if I screwed up and let someone besides him possess me in some way, it wasn’t that he would be angry, it was that he would be hurt.
I could sense this.
He’d been waiting for me his entire life. He’d been certain that he was never going to have an omega. Here I was, now, his, and I made him happy. I just wanted to keep making him happy, that was the thing. I wanted to please him. I wanted that more than I wanted air, really.
And I knew it would not please him if he knew that I wanted to please other alphas in much the same way.
I wasn’t only his, and I knew he wanted me to be.
