They also have to essentially sleep on top of me because I’m not sure I would fit in that queen size bed alone let alone with two other people, and sometimes three large dogs. Every inch of us is touching for hours and even if I manage to put an inch or two of space between us, they both come right back to me like magnets.
I love being so close to them. I love that they want to be that close to me. It makes me feel things I don’t think I’ve ever felt in my life, but it also has my dick hard damn near twenty-four hours of the day, and that hasn’t happened since I went through puberty close to thirty years ago.
I’m slowly trying to figure out how I can be the alpha they deserve, to show them I am worthy of the love I know they have for me, but it hasn’t been easy. It’s left a lot of room for doubt as well, more than before, because I’m reading too much into things now.
Like the fact that Nikolai looked like he wanted to kiss me but didn’t.
Is it my face? The tattoos and scars? Do they scare my omegas, or do they make me ugly in their eyes? Does the ideaof being intimate with me in a way like kissing, or making love, disgust them?
I hate feeling so unsure and vulnerable when it comes to Olive and Nikolai because that’s the one area in my life I need to be the opposite of both. I need to be grounded when it comes to them in order to protect them, to provide for them, and feeling any other way has me struggling.
“Rune!”
The door at the top of the stairs swings open as Olive whisper-shouts my name, immediately racing down the stairs toward me faster than she needs to go.
Something made obvious when she hits the third step, trips, then loses her balance and essentially throws herself at me.
I grunt as she falls into my arms, panic slicing through me briefly before I hold her tight, confirming she’s okay. At least, she didn’t hurt herself. My beautiful omega seems anything but okay right now based on the way her heartbeat is slamming against my arm as I cradle her to my chest.
“Olive?”
“Nice save, big guy.” She wraps her arms around my neck tightly, smiling as she tries to catch her breath. “That would have been one hell of a spill.”
She’s not kidding.
There were another thirteen steps for her to fall down had I not been there, and I can’t say she would have come out without a scratch if I wasn’t.
“Are you…” I set her on her feet, looking her over from head to toe to be sure. “You’re alright?”
Olive nods and straightens out her clothes, adjusting her tank top before wiggling her jeans back into place. “Thanks to you. That could have been a disaster.”
I frown as I scan her again; her clothes were a little mussed, her face flushed. Olive’s overall appearance is a little disheveled and the longer I look at her, the more…
“I have to talk to you.”
My skin grows tight, too tight over my muscles as they tense. My clothes feel itchy and hot, like they’re made of sandpaper left out in the sun.
“It’s really important… Rune, are you listening to me?”
That heat starts to roll down my spine, spreading like lava through my arms and legs. My palms tingle, my fingers flex at my sides. Her voice becomes a low hum against the ringing in my ears as my omega tries, and fails to get me to listen.
I take a step toward her as Olive’s eyes widen, my own narrowing to slits as my nostrils flare and the overwhelming scent of peonies and sugar laced with something foreign floods every single cell in my body.
“Rune, sweetheart, can you hear me?”
I grunt as I shove her against the wall, her back bumping into the brick before I reach down and grab the back of her thighs, lifting my omega before I settle her against my diamond hard cock and pin her in place.
“Mine,” I growl as I bury my face in her neck and scrape my teeth along her flesh.
Olive gasps as I grind against her, my hips moving on their own, the damp heat of her slick soaking through the denim material, bleeding through to mine as her arms wrap around my neck.
“Rune,” she moans, the sound smoky and low in her throat. “Honey, what are you—fuck.”
I grunt as I lick her collarbones, nipping at them gently as my hand instinctively moves from her thigh to the zipper of jeans, my thick fingers moving quickly to get inside of them.
Of her.
I need to be inside her, need to be inside Olive.
