He winked. “Only when it comes to you.”
Fingers hooked in the waist of my pants and pulled them and my underwear all the way down. I shivered. This wasn’t darkness in a sex club. This was out in the open. No hiding.
The overwhelm hit all at once. I was still sweaty from the long day. About to do something so new with all of them. Exhaustion still hovered at the edges of everything.
“What’s your color?” Logan asked.
As I hesitated, a blush warmed my cheeks. I wanted this and them. I also knew enough about myself that all I was going to be thinking about was the fact that I hadn’t showered, and I didn’t know them well enough yet to not care.
“Trinity?”
“Yellow,” I said quietly. “I’m sorry. I’m just nervous, and I haven’t showered. I feel kind of gross, and as much as I want all of you, I know it’s all I’m going to be thinking about.”
Logan smiled, running his hands down my arms. “I can promise you that’s the last thing any of us are thinking about.”
I swallowed, my voice coming out as a whisper. “I know. But it’s all new, and I don’t want to be wondering about the way I smell.”
A hand slid up my spine, guiding me to standing. “Baby, you don’t have to justify why you feel the way you do.” Brooks kissed my shoulder. “And us being on the edge of feral or wanting to touch you will never be more important than that.”
Deeper breath entered my lungs. I’d already known they wouldn’t cross a line, but seeing it in action eased something in my chest I hadn’t known I needed.
“Would you be willing to take a shower with us?” Brooks asked. “The bathroom that connects your bedroom to the nest has averybig shower, for obvious reasons.”
“Yes,” I said immediately. “Yes.”
He turned and lifted me, letting me wrap my naked hips around his waist as he carried me through the apartment. “Thank you.” I mumbled the words into his shirt.
“You say that as if we don’t get to see our Omega wet and soapy. Trust me, Trinity, no part of this is upsetting or a hardship.”
Bastian slipped past us into my room first. I heard the sound of water from the shower as Brooks sat me on the counter. “Can I take the rest of this off?”
“Yeah.”
My shirt and bra hit the floor, followed by Brooks carefully taking off my hand chains and setting them on the counter. “You’re fucking perfect,” he whispered.
That definitely wasn’t true, but I said nothing, just watching him watch me.
Brooks met my eyes, and I wasn’t sure what he looked for, only that he found it. “Color?”
“Green.”
The word allowed the dynamic to slide seamlessly back into place. “Take my shirt off.”
I grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and lifted it, tossing it to the floor when I got it free. Intricate and geometric tattoos curled around one side of his ribs. There was a second mirror across from us which showed the tattoos flowing up his back into a set of wings thrown wide, the silhouette of a giant bird.
He was a little leaner than what I remembered of Bastian, but they were built similarly. There were still small differences even though they were identical twins. Bastian was bulkier and his nose was a touch crooked, probably from being broken one too many times. Brooks’s eyes were a dark, rich green that spoke of hushed forests, while Bastian’s eyes were a lighter green that reminded me of springtime.
Poking his head in from the bedroom, Theo found me and froze, eyes drawing down my naked body and back. “Damn.”
I laughed, the small tension I felt earlier snapping like a rubber band.
“Okay if I grab your shower stuff? And which suitcase is it?”
“The black one,” I said. “It’s all in one bag.”
Brooks lifted my chin with a knuckle, looking at me carefully. “You were having trouble with words earlier.”
Like it was threatening to cut them off again, my throat sounded raspy when I spoke. “Yeah.”
