The kiss did not last nearly enough, but the sounds of her soft moans as the waves rocked them against each other were a recipe for disaster. He moved his mouth from her lips and down her chin, her neck, her collarbone.
“Kai,” she gasped.
He growled, deepening and strengthening his kisses along her collarbone, which made her moans intensify, leaving small, faint Hickie's as he went. He made each one purposeful. A statement to the others that he had been here and was staying.
He pulled back, his hands twisted in her hair, his gaze firm.
He was going to stay.
A lump formed in the back of his throat.
I’m going to stay. For her. For them.
Kai didn’t want to be alone anymore. He didn’t care how much damage had been caused in the pack by his hands or Zayden. He didn’t care anymore about his anger, his resentment, his grudges. The key to happiness was right here in his arms, and he wouldn’t let his own pride and stubbornness get in the way of keeping it.
Kai kissed her again, and again, and again, and the fear of losing himself to a rut dispersed. This wasn’t about lust. This was about passion and desire and falling in love. He wanted her more than he had wanted anything before, even a successfulmusic career, and he wouldn’t let that desire be tainted by cheap lust. When he has her, it would be warm and soft and beautiful. It’d be in her nest back home, with the others as well, when she’s ready to make the decision to bond. He wouldn’t have her earlier than that.
When he finally pulled away, he could tell she was disappointed, but also relieved.
He sighed, trying to reel in all his pent-up feelings, and smiled. “Zayden will be here soon. Let’s go wait for him back up the hill, okay?”
She scrunched her nose. “Alright.”
They walked out of the water, collected their hidden wallets and phones, and walked back up the sandy hill hand in hand. When Zayden arrived, Kai sat in the back seat with Sonnet, who had fallen asleep on the ride home.
Kai said nothing to Zayden, but they made eye contact in the rearview mirror, and Kai nodded at him. A smallthank you.
Chapter 39
The seaside sunshine had become the perfect alarm clock, waking Sonnet up in a bright and sunny kind of mood, and she enjoyed lingering in the bedsheets for as long as possible. This morning, after saying goodbye to Jude and Zayden, she heard Felix and Kai bickering in the kitchen, which helped wake her up. But nothing was as loud as her omega, who, in just a matter of days, had gone from annoyingly silent to never being quiet.
You were going to tell Kai about our mother. That’s a big step.
Sonnet sighed and dug her face into the pillows.I’m glad I didn’t. It was about Kai and his mother, not mine. Is it terrible that I’m happy about what he told me?
No. Because now we’re not alone. I knew our alphas would somehow help us. I could feel it. And so can you. That’s why you’re letting me in more.
I wish I knew how to put the wall up again. I never knew omegas could talk so much!
Don’t forget, I am a part of you, so WE talk too much.
Sonnet groaned, but she couldn’t help but smile. Her omega was a chatter, but it was nice. After years of having no one, not even herself, to talk to about things, she was thankful someone was finally around to help take care of her. To know her truly. Like how each of her alphas would someday, especially once they all bonded and could feel each other's thoughts and emotions more intimately.
Dr. Avery said they could decide to go their separate ways. It would have deep consequences, but it was still a choice that only one of them would need to make. But Sonnet already knew her choice. Her alphas were complicated, deep, mysterious, and all she could want.Allof them.
She felt a wet nose on her face and giggled. “Goose. I’m supposed to have ten more minutes!”
He barked and started tugging her pillow out from under her. For a two-month-old puppy, he was already too smart for his own good, and just as he finished stealing her pillow, the fire alarm in the kitchen went off.
“Let’s go see what the trouble is.” She finally got up and followed Goose, where the kitchen looked worse than when she had made breakfast.
Kai looked redder than the stove top burners. Steam was practically coming out of his ears like a train. He was holding two pans containing two different types of pancakes, all burned to a crisp, and a few failed ones at his feet, which even Goose didn’t want to snack on.
Felix didn’t look mad but was disappointed. And hot. Very hot. In a naughty professor kind of way, with his glasses pinched up his nose, and wearing nothing but low-hanging grey sweatpants.
Am I drooling?
No, but I am!
