“Like what?”
Olive reaches for my hands and tugs me into their nest. “This.”
She nods to me as she gets to her feet, turning me around to sit on the bed before she closes the accordion door, locks it, and comes to stand between my knees.
An involuntary growl rumbles through my chest and my eyes flutter closed when she does because I cansmellher, smell both of my omegas as they perfume out of nowhere. Their scents are so strong I can taste them on my tongue, the scent of their slick is slowly replacing all of the oxygen in the enclosed space, filling it, fillingme.
I feel a small, warm hand slide over my pec, then delicate fingers tracing the symbols on my skin before a second starts to do the same. Two more hands begin to move over the tattoos on my back and another growl spills from my lips as I simultaneously start to purr.
That’s all I can hear.
Nothing but the sounds I’m making, and the thundering of three heartbeats that are nearly in sync.
It’s almost as if my senses are in overdrive; my skin is tight and hyperaware of every gentle touch and soft caress, the only thing I can taste or smell is eucalyptus and peonies, andlavender. Everything is heightened right now, and my mind isn’t the only thing that’s taken notice.
My cock hardened the second I scented their slick and I swear it’s getting harder with each move they make.
Painfully hard.
To the point of no return and as Olive flattens her palm against my abs and slowly follows myhappy trail, I snap back to reality.
“Olive,” I grunt as my eyes pop open and I grab her wrist. “Nikolai.” I reach behind me and still his hand that’s resting on the top of the towel around my waist. “Stop.”
They both do so with a small whine, and I don’t miss the flash of confusion and twinge of hurt I feel from both of them.
“We should have asked,” Olive whispers as she tries to take a step back.
“No.” I shake my head and don’t loosen my grip. “It’s not that.”
“It’s okay if it is, she’s right.” Nikolai rubs his cheek on the back of my shoulder before resting it there. “We should have asked. This is different.”
I frown as I search Olive’s face, trying to get a read on the situation. “I don’t understand, I…”
Oh.
Several things occur to me at that moment.
I’m naked save for a towel secured loosely around my hips.
My scent is almost as strong as theirs.
We were getting ready for bed and that means Olive is wearing only an oversized t-shirt and panties, and Nikolai is in nothing but boxer-briefs.
They are both slicking.
My dick is so goddamn erect it might break off at the knot.
What they were doing, the way my omegas were touching me, it wasn’t like the other times we’ve touched. It’s not theneed to be close to their scent match, the need for comfort and protection from their alpha. Nikolai and Olive were touching me with a level of reverence I don’t deserve, caresses full of adoration, desire, and love.
This is real intimacy.
My omegaswant me, want me in the same way I crave them, and Nikolai saying this was different must mean the conditions were right for them to act on their feelings.
Their instincts.
I blow out a breath and shake my head, about to argue or something else really fucking stupid but before I can, Olive stops me.
“You still don’t think we want you?”
