Page 60 of Bonded By Tea and Tarot

I’m panting, and despite how annoyed I am at this shirt, it smells perfect, so I keep it instead of throwing it to the side. I tuck it between two pillows, then look around for another shirt that smells like my pack. Except…

I spin around on my knees, but there are no shirts. No blankets, no pillows, nothing else that smells like them. My alphas and my beta. I frown, but before I can yell or cry or rip something apart, something black plops onto the mattress a couple feet away from me.

My eyes latch onto the soft material and I snatch it to my chest, then look up. My alphas are standing in the doorway, and both are now shirtless. I blink. Shirtless and sexy as hell.

Bronze skin and toned muscles. Wide shoulders, confident posture, crossed arms, dark hair scattered across a broad chest. Mouth watering. I want to lick every inch.

My hungry eyes drink in the one next to them. Lightly tanned skin, bulging arms, a stomach that looks like a pillow. A dusting of pale hair. Freckles, and more freckles.

Tight jaws and heated gazes.

“Omega,” the paler one growls, and I clench my thighs together.

I lick my lips, and without breaking eye contact, I lower my face and inhale the scent on the shirt clutched to my chest.

Palo Santo and rosemary, hints of bonfire and smoke. My alphas. Mine.

I want them. Need them in here with me. The burning is coming back, getting stronger again, and I can sense the cramps are going to start again soon, too. I pick the perfect spot for the shirt and tuck it in. As soon as I do, a pillowcase is tossed my direction, and then a whole handful of shirts that smell like my alphas and beta all mixed together. I tuck some of the shirts into the pillowcase, and others are placed strategically around my nest, until finally it’s perfect.

I sit back on my heels and sigh, my body finally relaxing.

Then the rumbling growl-purr from my alpha reaches my ears. I don’t think he ever stopped, I just wasn’t paying attention. But I’m paying attention now.

My nipples harden to near painful points, and slick coats my inner thighs. My heart picks up and my breath shudders in and out of my lungs. When I look to the doorway, all three of them are there.

“Pack,” I say, or at least I hope I do.

“We’re here, Moonbeam,” my beta says, and I want to cry at how mean I was to him earlier. In the car. I think I hissed at him. I didn’t mean to, it’s just that I forgot.

“It’s okay, Siobhan,” he says, and I wonder if I said that all out loud. “You did, and it’s okay. We understand you were feeling protective. All we want is to help you. What do you need, Moonbeam?”

“Pack.”

“May we enter your nest, omega?” my alpha says, and I latch my eyes onto his dark ones. They’re barely banked coals, determined and stern. I want them to be heated again, like when they were watching me earlier.

“Yes,” I whisper.

They all slip out of their clothes, then crawl into the nest with me. My rumbly alpha curls around my body, and I sink into his soft warmth, reveling in his possessive hold.

“Here,” I say, sitting my beta where I want him, and then moving my other alpha next to him. “You here.”

My alpha smiles at me, but I glare at that smile. It looks… not right. Like they think I’m amusing.

“Not funny,” I say.

They hold their hands up, and my gaze catches on those strong hands. “We’re yours, omega. You’re in control, so long as you’re cognizant.”

I don’t care what those words mean. My gaze follows their hands as they lower them to their lap. Those fucking hands. Thick veins running down the back, strong fingers and trimmed nails.

I lean forward, swatting at my protective alpha until he gives me enough slack that I can lick one of those sexy hands. I grab their wrist, then shove two of their fingers into my mouth.

“Fuck,” the alpha whispers, but I’m done listening.

I close my eyes and suck, tasting their skin and wishing it was more. They pull their hand back, but I bite down until they groan and shove their fingers further into my mouth, stroking along my tongue. I wiggle out of my alpha’s hold until I’m on my knees, then I bend over so my shoulders and cheek are on the bed with my head turned to the side—so I can keep this alpha’s delicious fingers filling my mouth.

“Is she…” my beta starts to say, but his voice trails off.

“Presenting for me,” rumbly growls behind me. His voice is devastating, predatory and so intense it makes me whimper with need. I wiggle my ass, impatient. “Fucking perfect omega.”