Page 93 of Aries
My knot locked into place, my own cum pumping into her like I wanted. A deep, satisfied rumble echoed out of me.
“Mine.”
“Yours,” she breathed out, nails biting into my skin, marking me. I’d rather her teeth, but this would do for now.
Chapter
Twenty-Eight
Aries
Leon walked into the kitchen as I started plating up breakfast. His eyes were dark, face tired. Night shifts were rough at the gym. Not as many people came in, but some did, so we rotated those shifts.
“Slow night?” I asked, trying to keep my face neutral.
He chuckled. “Yes, and I’m starving. That cold sandwich and stale chips I got at three wasn’t enough.”
“Good thing I’m incredible at making french toast,” Ronan grinned. He’d rushed out of bed once his knot released us last night, letting the others in. Nikolai was angry, but Luca was apologetic.
“I’ve got coffee on, but you might not want that before sleep,” Luca offered him. The moment felt so strange and domestic. It was hard to wrap my head around.
“So, I uh… must have missed a few chapters,” Leon said, dropping his bag and pulling out a chair. He watched the guys carefully as he sat down heavily.
“We were assholes and should have been open with what is going on. I haven’t gone into the details yet, but we can over food,” Ronan supplied as he dipped bread in the french toast batter.
It smelled incredible in here, and it only had a small fraction to do with the cooking food and everything to do with pack.
My omega was buzzing with contentment. This, now that Leon was here, was exactly what she needed.
Finding mates was fucking weird. I was a prickly omega at best, far too serious according to the gossip I’ve heard. Now, here I was, feeling more comfortable with the men I met two days ago than most people I’ve known for years.
As I put the plate of bacon on the table, Nik pulled me into his lap. I rested there, back against his warm chest. I could feel his nose trailing over my back, scenting me as much as marking me.
The bond was open again, from both Leon and Nik. They were just as content in the moment as I was, though Leon was confused. Who could blame him?
“I’ll be right back,” I said, patting Nik’s arm. He let me go, though his touch lingered on my skin like he’d branded me.
My omega practically pouted as I stepped away, but I ignored her as I poured Leon a glass of orange juice and put it in front of him.
“Thanks,” he said, taking my wrist and pulling me close so he could kiss me. “Snuggle me before I go to sleep?”
“Absolutely,” I promised, before my skin flushed. “If you don’t mind my bed smelling like Ronan.”
He eyed the alpha and gave me a look. “I think we’re past the point of minding. I can feel how happy your omega is.”
“Good,” Ronan said as he carried over a platter piled high with french toast, already dusted in powdered sugar. “And just wait until you taste my cooking.”
“He’s not lacking in confidence, is he?” Leon joked. Ronan blew him a kiss that was his own brand of teasing. They were like siblings, just pushing each others’ buttons.
“Never,” Ronan agreed. “Now, dig in.”
Before I could take my plate and fill it, Nikolai grabbed it, piling it with more food than I could eat. He pulled it in front of him and yanked my chair closer.
“You are not feeding me,” I protested. He narrowed his eyes as if that was supposed to intimidate me. Instead, I snagged a piece of bacon from my plate and chewed it slowly, watching him.
His eye twitched but he said nothing. The moment I swallowed, he snatched the bacon and stabbed a bite of french toast, holding it in front of my lips.
Rolling my eyes, I opened. I was too content to fight him right now. The happiness in his damn eyes made it worth it. I swear these alphas were a mess. One minute, they were running out to carry out some mission that absolutely included murder and crime, the next, they were acting like domestic life suited them.
