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Focusing on the question and not my mates, I take a quick scan of myself. Considering I was drowned and had hypothermia not that long ago, I’m feeling surprisingly well.
“My body aches, but that will pass soon,” I reply with a small smile, watching as their bodies all seem to relax.
There’s a strange feeling coming from one of my bonds, and with curiosity, I feel for it and find it’s the connection between Joel and me. Turning my gaze to him, I find him sharing a look with Atlas. Joel turns, and the look he gives me is intense, his eyes sparkling with something I can’t quite place. He walks towards the bed, stopping at the base and planting his hands on the mattress. There’s something about the look he gives me that awakens my arousal, his smouldering eyes pinning me in place, making it so I couldn’t move even if I wanted to.
“We were talking while you were with Luna,” Joel begins, his voice a little lower than usual. “Mates can help speed up healing through sexual acts, making the connections between the bonds stronger. It should make you feel better.”
They want to heal me with orgasms.
ChapterTen
Raising my eyebrows, I look between the five of them in bemusement. “You spoke about this? And all of you agree?”
Werewolves are possessive at the best of times, alphas even more so. I have two alpha males, a lone wolf, a former wolf, and a possessive witch all wanting to call me their own. Sharing isn’t in their nature, I understand that, and the times we have had sex together, it’s always been in small groups. What he’s suggesting now is an orgy.
“We are in this for the long haul, Laelia. If we want you, we have to accept that all of us are a part of the package.” Leaning against the wardrobe, Atlas attempts to look casual as he speaks, but the intensity of his gaze and the heat from his bond tells me otherwise. “It might not be within our natures, but when the reward is being with you,lovingyou, then the choice is easy. Nothing compares to being with you.”
“Let us look after you, Laelia,” Nicolai chimes in, confirming that he’s also in agreement with this plan. I was never worried about him though. Nicolai is my sweet boy next door type mate, always there for me when I need him.
My eyes flick over to the one person who hasn’t been mentioned yet—Scott. What will his role be in all of this? He’s been silent since entering the room, and although he’s wearing a neutral expression and nodding along with what they are saying, I can sense his hurt, not to mention how awkward this must be for him. They are talking about having sex with me, something we both want. I wish there was something I could do that would make this better, but I just don’t know what the solution is.
Clearly, Scott doesn’t either, and although no one has said anything, it’s the elephant in the room.
His shoulders drop ever so slightly, and I wouldn’t have noticed if I hadn’t already been watching him. “I’ll be in the sitting room if you need me,” he says lightly, quickly turning on his heel and beginning to move towards the door.
“Scott, wait.”
The words are out of my mouth before I even realise it, and I’m leaning forward in bed, my hand outstretched as if to stop him. Tentatively, as though he’s not sure what he’s going to find when he does, he turns around to face me. My gut clenches painfully as I see his resigned expression.
What am I doing?
He’s not my mate, so having sex with him won’t heal me like the guys are suggesting, and they clearly didn’t include him in the conversation. That, or they told him that he’s not to be involved. Either way, I hate that he’s being excluded when we both want each other. However, jumping straight into an orgy with him is hardly the best place to start for a budding relationship, nor do I really want the others watching during our first time together. That’s a discussion I need to have with my mates before involving Scott anyway. The timing is all wrong, but I want him to be a part of this.
Feeling flustered and unsure, I finally look at my mates to gauge their reactions. I’ve not told them anything. They only know that I’ve asked Scott not to leave. What are they thinking? They don’t seem surprised, but a couple of them look resigned, like they expected this to happen, and I can see uncertainty in some of their eyes. Scott is here to stay, and they know that. I’ve made it pretty clear, but we’ve never addressed the relationship aspect of his presence. It’s a conversation we need to have, although now is not the time.
“Stay. Watch us,” I blurt as I glance back at him, unable to form full sentences. My cheeks heat instantly, and I realise how this sounds. This is Scott, we have a connection, so why is this so hard? I know it’s a gamble to offer him this, and it’s hardly a romantic proposal. Will he take it as an offense? The last thing I want him to think is that I’m rubbing my relationship with my mates in his face, something that he’ll never have. Or will he take it as the opportunity that I’m offering? I want him here, I want him to be a part ofthis, I just have no idea how to navigate this and am terrified of upsetting anyone. After he bared his soul to me at the party, this feels like a way to show him how I feel, involving him in a way no one other than my mates have ever been given. I was never able to tell him how I felt at the party, something I regret, but I can do this. Maybe this will make up for me running off.
Scott instantly stills, his chest freezing as he holds his breath. His gaze locks on me as he senses the honesty of my offer. This isn’t some half-baked proposal because I feel guilty about him being left out, but an honest attempt to integrate him into our romantic lives. While his posture is rigid, he seems poised and ready to jump into action, yet something is holding him back. Releasing a pent-up breath, I watch him take a deep inhale and slowly look at the others.
“Is everyone okay with that?”
The question is asked smoothly, as if he’s discussing something menial, when really, I can see how much the answer means to him. He locks his hands together to stop himself from fiddling and giving away the hopefulness he’s attempting to keep in check.
Joel meets the other male’s stare and nods, not holding back. “As far as I’m concerned, you’re one of us, mate bond or not. You’ve proven your dedication to Laelia. It was only a matter of time.”
Nicolai is already nodding his agreement, having accepted the other male long ago. The two I am most worried about have yet to speak, my breath catching in my throat as I wait for their reactions—Atlas and Syn.
Atlas, however, takes me completely by surprise as a slow, sly grin spreads across his face. “What’s one more werewolf?” he comments, and I exhale with relief, only he’s not done yet. “Having an audience will only make it hotter. Having him watch as we pleasure you, care for you…”
“Oh,” is all I manage in response, warmth travelling straight to my core. Where did this side of him come from, and why did his words have such an effect on me? I now have images of him going down on me while Scott watches with hungry eyes.
Looking over at my final and most possessive mate, I silently ask him with my eyes. This decision is his to make, and I don’t want to pressure him, yet I know he wants to keep me all to himself, and accepting another will be hard for him. As he keeps his steely gaze locked on me, though, I feel the moment he makes his decision, our bond briefly wavering.
“Fine, as long as he doesn’t touch you while I’m touching you,” he grumbles, not even bothering to look in the direction of the male in question. It might not be a huge step, but it is a positive one all the same. I don’t say anything aloud, knowing he wouldn’t want me to make a fuss, but when I touch our bond, I push a wave of love and appreciation his way so he knows this doesn’t change the depth of my feelings towards him.
“Agreed,” Scott replies from the other side of the room, his voice a little tight. Movement pulls my attention from Syn, and I look over to find Scott grabbing a chair and dragging it into the corner of the room. He sits in a typical male fashion, his legs spread wide apart, and he leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees. He rolls up his shirt sleeves, his eyes never once leaving me. It’s intense and the most sensual I’ve ever seen him, awakening a whole new level of attraction to him.
Having decided that he’s waited long enough, Atlas climbs onto the bed, working his way up until he’s hovering over me. He holds his weight off my body in a press up position and unhurriedly lowers himself until his lips are against mine. The kiss is quick but passionate, and he pulls away before I know it, biting down on my lip and taking the flesh with him as though he’s struggling to stay away. A tiny, breathy gasp escapes me as I arch my back as if to follow, already missing the feel of him.
