Page 79 of The Florist and Her Alphas

August keeps his fingers on my clit until I gentled down. Then he kisses my hip and pulls back.

Julian groans above me. “Oh fuck!”

I suck his dick harder, and a stream of cum flows down my throat as I try to swallow him fast, but his semen soon overloads my mouth, spilling past my lips.

“She’s trying to swallow every drop,” says Ezra with pride, watching me get taken over by Julian’s cock in my mouth as I suck him off. “Our most perfect omega.”

Julian grips my hair gently and continues to come down my throat with a low growl. I swallow. He pulls out carefully, kisses my forehead, his lips soft.

“You did fucking good,” he whispers, spent, as he collapses at the head of the bed, nursing his swollen purple dick.

Sometime later, I slip out of the bed.

The brothers have all fallen asleep at last. I’ve never seen them so relaxed like this. None of them stir as I pad toward the en-suite bathroom.

I close the door very quietly.

Turning on the shower, the water comes hot fast, steam filling the glass enclosure. I stand under it for a long time, letting it wash everything off me. The sweat. The slick. The cum leaking slowly from me. The soreness in my hips and thighs. The five days of being held and consumed and worshipped by five hot alphas who I totally hated at first.

It feels nice to relax in the shower alone for a little while, and I take my time lathering up. I don’t even care whose body wash I’m using as long as I’m covered in bubbles.

After my shower, I wrap myself in a clean towel and stand in front of the bathroom counter. As I look at myself in the mirror, I notice how flushed my face looks against my wet hair, which is dripping all over the floor.

I press my hand against my own arm. I trace the marks with my fingertips. I can’t stay here forever.

I cannot let myself believe this is real.

I am going to get my heart broken if I don’t leave now.

I take a slow breath, my heart hurting with every second going by. The only reason I kept having sex with them was because of my heat. I really need to be alone and think about this more clearly. They’re in love with me and told me a million times, but I don’t want to lead them on just in case I don’t feel the same.

I wrap the towel tighter and step back into the bedroom.

There’s a pile of clean clothes the brothers had purchased for me days ago, folded on the dresser. A soft green sweater, jeans, a bra, and underwear. I reach for them. But I stop when I notice something sticking out from under the bed.

There is a small black velvet ring box pushed underneath, half hidden.

My heart stops.

It is not what I think. It cannot be what I think. It is something else. A watch. A cufflink. Something for one of the brothers, not for me.

I pick it up with trembling fingers.

The hinge is stiff. I open it.

It’s most definitely a ring. And it’s so beautiful. It’s a small antique gold band with a single peridot stone—the exact color of new leaves. Pale green with gold flecks. The exact color of my eyes.

I snap the box shut. My hands are shaking so badly I almost drop it. I shove it back under the bed, exactly where I found it, pushing it deep and rearranging the bedskirt to hide it.

It’s not for me. It can’t be for me.

We only got to know each other for a few days. This is too fast. My hands won’t stop shaking as I quickly get dressed. This makes me more determined to get some space from them just to think. My heart pounds as I tiptoe out of the bedroom.

My heart is hammering against my ribs so hard I can hear it in my ears. I walk straight to the front of the penthouse where my slippers are by the door.

“Where are you going?” says a deep voice, and I jump as I’m putting on my slippers. I turn, seeing Ezra there, fully naked and his hair messy. Suddenly, the rest of his brothers join in to see the commotion.

Oh god.