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It’s fate.
As our orgasms subside, we both collapse onto the desk, our breaths ragged and our skin glistening with sweat. I can feel him inside me, his usual silent broodiness completely gone now that I’ve got a psychic connection to him. Anything he feels, I feel as a powerful echo, and it’s going to open the doors into understanding him so much more.
“I love you,” I whisper, my heart swelling with love and gratitude for this incredible man who knows exactly how to make me feel safe, loved, and desired all at once.
He smiles and kisses me gently, his lips tender and full of affection. “I love you, too, little love.”
There’s a loud knock on the door before it’s shoved open. Ben groans. “Why is it always me?”
“Why is what always you?” I ask, crossing my arms to give myself a little bit of dignity. “It’s always me who is getting interrupted.”
“Yes, but the last time you got interrupted by someone who wasn’t me, they got to join in,” Ben says pointedly. “Why am I the one always sent away when I don’t get to join in? It’s my ultimate dream to fuck you after my brothers have, and yet, I’m the one ruining the fun.”
I groan, turning back to Seb, dropping my face into his chest. He laughs.
“You’ve got fifteen minutes to shower and get sorted before the pack meeting,” Ben says. Seb grumbles, and I’m not far behind him. “Get moving.”
He leaves the room, grumbling about the taste of cum and wondering if his brother’s tastes differently to his does. I dissolve into giggles, feeling lighter than I have in a long while.
47
MAIA
The sun is high in the sky, flowers starting to bloom, as the final month of spring comes to a start. The outside of my bedroom window shows a beautiful and serene day. I hope that the calm vibes continue.
“We’re on our way over now,” Alex says, the phone crackling slightly on his end since he’s calling me on the car speaker as they drive over here from home. “We’ll probably only be fifteen minutes or so. Are you sure you still want to go out for lunch? We can just head home if you’d rather and make something so you and Phoebe can get settled.”
I nod before verbalising it so he can hear that I do still want to go out. I’ve missed them so much, even if it was just one night.
We went to the second pack meeting yesterday after I bonded with Seb, and the guys dropped me off at my place so they could “sort themselves out”. There were some very heated goodbyes, and honestly, anyone watching would assume I was sending them off to war.
We were a tad dramatic.
I half-expected at least one of them to crawl into bed with me at some point through last night and put an end to my miserable tossing and turning. When the morning light came and nobody was here, I was pretty disappointed that they didn’t.
But I did wake up to numerous texts from each of them—Seb the most, followed by an eager Ben—and promises for a nice lunch before we tackle the rest of their family drama.
The bonds have been stable, their feelings ranging from amusement to brief annoyances, but mostly they’ve just been content. Since they’ve got in the car to come and get Phoebe and I, though, they’ve felt determined and full of joy.
It might be a bit over the top, but I feel the exact same way.
Despite my soul feeling so empty, I’m very glad that they seem to be on the same page. All the messages have been confident, and even when chatting to them, they’ve been calm and prideful.
So I’m glad to know that they’ve figured the plan out. It’s great, and it means that now they’ve come up with the plan, we can go ahead and enact it.
I’ve got faith that whatever is going to happen regarding Emily—Morgan—is something that they can handle properly, but it also means that we can get on the same page for dealing with the Grey family as a whole.
The custody battle is soon approaching, and we need to figure that out, too. Getting it laid out, prioritising, and?—
“Enough,” I hear from who I think is Seb. “Stop.”
“Stop what?” Ben, I think, asks.
“Worrying.” Topher leans in closer to the speaker. “We’ve got a plan, princess, and we’ll go over it. But, first, we’re going to have dinner and pretend that your mates don’t come from a very fucked up family.”
“We’re not fucked up, though.” Ben laughs. “Actually, maybe some of us are.”
“Which ones?” I ask, letting their teasing ground me.
