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“Kay.”
But he didn’t let me go. He tugged me close enough to kiss me before squeezing my hand and releasing me.
I curled up into an armchair across from them and opened the text while they spread my list out on the coffee table.
Here we go.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
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BASTIAN
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
I couldn’t stop blinking to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating, because Trinity was our custom-made Omega. The things we wanted were the thingsshewanted. And we weren’t only talking about mainstream things like blindfolds and handcuffs.
Her little handwritten notes made me smile. Like the one next to CNC and primal.
I don’t run unless I have to, but I’ll sneak and hide and fight like hell.
“This is real, right?” Theo said so quietly that I was the only one who could hear it.
“Very.”
Everyone was different, but if you’d compiled all our choices in theabsolutely yescategory, they were nearly an exact match for Trinity’s.
Even her hard limits weren’t things we cared about. I expected her to have more than she did, but our little Omega was just as curious and kinky as we were.
I risked a glance over at where she sat, looking at her phone, and smirked. Her eyes were wide, cheeks flushed, and she was fidgeting in her seat like she was trying to relieve… something. She was seeing what we were from the other side.
Everything she’d chosen painted a picture, not just of an Omega who matched us entirely, but of someone who wanted to relinquish controldesperately. The way she’d blossomed at Element made so much more sense. Even the way she’d melted downstairs next to the car.
Trinity was exhausted in more ways than one, and it wasn’t simply a lack of sleep. She was fighting for control she didn’t want and to keep her head above water in a world that was hard to navigate alone.
A wave of perfume crashed over us, and I could no longer stay still.
I stood, went to her chair and lifted her up, savoring her squeak of surprise before I settled her back on my lap. Holding her tightly so she couldn’t move more than what I allowed. “We match,” I said quietly in her ear. “See?”
Slowly, she still scrolled through our lists. The one on her screen was Theo’s, with his love of high protocol, training, and rules. Other things too. We all diverged and overlapped in different places.
Trinity finished scrolling to the end and put her phone down. Awe seeped into her tone. “What are the chances of that? Like… you’re right. You match almost everything.”
She would know the real reason soon enough, and we couldn’t wait to tell her. We just didn’t want it hanging over her head when making a decision like this.
Instead, I turned her to the side and tightened my arms a little more. She reacted exactly as I hoped she would, the tension melting out of her in a reversal of what most people would feel.
The smallest whine reached me along with a whole new wave of perfume. “Got you,” I whispered.
“I could fall asleep just like this,” she said.
“I’ll tie you up, hands and feet and blindfold, and hold you just like this, and you can nap.”
She froze for a second, as if I’d made her short-circuit. “There’s no reason at all to make it soundbetter, but…”
“Does there need to be a reason?” My brother asked.
“I guess not, but it feels like there should be? In the same way that I have no idea why I want some of the things I do.”
