She blinks. Her lashes glisten. “Is this… is this a proposal?” Her voice breaks on the word, a whimper escaping.
“Yes,” I whisper. “That’s exactly what it is.”
Her gaze bounces between us, her fingers clutching the check as though she doesn’t know whether to drop it or hold it to her chest.
Simon doesn’t look away. “We want you to belong solely to us. And we want to belong solely to you. We know it’s a huge commitment. We know it’s more than anyone should ask so soon. But we’re ready to take it at your pace, however slow you need. The question is—can you think about it? Can you imagine yourself with us, not just now, not just through heat, but always?”
Levi’s voice comes from the doorway, where he’s been leaning silently, watching. “You know we’re all madly in love with you, right?”
Her eyes go wide.
He steps forward, kneeling on the other side of her bed, his hand brushing over her thigh. His smile is tender, sure. “Then please, sweetheart. Be our Omega.”
“Yours?” she whispers, looking at each of us. Her lips tremble, but then she nods. Her voice is soft, but it carries. “Yes.”
The room shifts. I don’t know if it’s the bond or just my heart exploding, but suddenly I can breathe again. We’re all moving at once, leaning in, kissing her, touching her, claiming her with hands and mouths and breath.
Her scent ripens, sweeter, headier, filling every corner of the room. My head spins with it.
She laughs through her tears. “Can you… can you stay tonight?”
“Of course,” Simon says instantly. Levi echoes it, his voice low and sure.
I catch her chin, make her look at me. “We’ll stay as long as you want us.”
My throat feels thick, and my hands ache to touch her everywhere at once.
Simon cups her face again, kissing her with that patient tenderness only he knows how to pull off, and Levi is already leaning in on her other side, brushing his lips against her temple.
My pulse hammers so loud I can barely think as I press my mouth to hers, catching her laugh, seeing her tears, tasting her all at once.
Her scent deepens and drives through me like fire. My instinct to claim her just under my skin, ready to tear through whatever is left between us and her. She’s ours. She just said it.
And now everything in me demands that we show her.
She shudders when Simon slides her cardigan off her shoulders. Levi takes her hand, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. We aren’t rushing her, not tonight. This isn’t like her heat. This is something else. Something bigger.
I tug at the hem of her dress. “Can we?”
Her cheeks are flushed, her lips parted, her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. She nods, whispering, “Yes.”
I peel the dress up slowly, inch by inch, and she lifts her arms so we can slide it free. It pools on the floor like spilled cream.
She’s in pale lace underwear that looks delicate enough to shred if I breathe on it wrong. My cock throbs hard against my zipper.
Levi’s laugh is low, reverent. “Jesus, look at you.”
Simon clears his throat like he’s reminding us both to focus, but even he can’t disguise the hunger in his eyes. He removes her bra with careful fingers, sliding the straps down her arms before freeing her breasts.
The sight knocks the air from me. Full and perfect, her nipples pebble tight under the cool air. I want to worship every inch.
“Lie back,” I whisper, voice raw.
She leans against the pillows, curls spilling wild, her eyes glassy with want. I sink to my knees at the side of the bed, my hands gripping her thighs, spreading them apart.
Her panties are damp, clinging to her core. I press my mouth over the lace, tasting her faintly through it, and she jerks, gasping.
“Beau,” she moans, her hips rolling against me.
