Page 24 of Bonds and Beasts

I nod.

He stands, keeping me in his arms, and scoops one hand under my shoulders and the other under my knees. "Are you sure you want me in your bed?" he asks. I can tell that if I said no, he would set me down and go right back to the floor. My chest squeezes. I've never had anyone do exactly what I need.

"Yes."

He nuzzles along my cheek, then his lips find mine. The kiss is light, but it's warm and soothing. "My rose. So beautiful."

My inner omega preens at the words. Easton and Dean have been everything. Because of them I can talk again, and I know I'm falling for them both. But an omega needs her lead alpha like she needs air.

He carries me quietly into the room. Dean has migrated completely to the edge of the bed, half his body hanging off. Easton is awake, still curled as if holding space for me, eyes trained on us. They flick to Bello and back to me in a silent question. Am I okay with this?

I nod. Bello sets me down so I can settle back beside Easton. He wraps an arm around me and scent-marks right below my ear.

"It's okay. We talked," I whisper into Easton's ear. He pulls back enough to search my face with wondering eyes.

"God, your voice is as beautiful as you are." His mouth captures mine, licking inside immediately. Bello stands at the end of the bed for a moment, dark eyes on me like he still doesn't believe he deserves to be here.

I reach toward him with one hand. "I need you," I admit, the words leaving me feeling raw and exposed.

He doesn't make me wait. He crawls up the bed, takes my hand, and stretches out on his side next to me, pressing my palm flat to his chest. Dean, on the far side of Bello, lets out a grunting snore. Bello rolls his eyes, the most normal thing I've seen from him yet. I can't help but giggle.

Easton groans and buries his face in my neck from behind. "That's my new favorite sound."

Bello moves closer and I tuck myself under his chin. Our legs tangle between the three of us. For the first time, I feel truly cared for.

Dean

Iwake hanging off the bed with absolutely no rose-scented pretty omega next to me. Instead, Bello's flowing black locks are in my face and mouth. I wipe them away and sit up. At some point Bello came into the bed. Interesting. With Bello on one side and Easton taking up another, I really only have one choice on where to go to be near my sleeping mate.

Her legs are slightly parted as she lies on her back, head tipped down, breathing steady.

I slide between them, past her hips, and lay my head gently on her sternum. My arms wrap around her waist until my hands find the soft curves of her through the underwear and tank top she'd apparently put on after I fell asleep.

Delicate fingers card through my hair and her touch sends an electric jolt down my spine.

"Good morning," a soft feminine voice from above me says.

My heart fucking stops.

I look up, propping my chin on her warm body. She peers down at me with half-hooded, sleepy green eyes.

"What?" my dumb ass asks. I'm half convinced I made the soft sound up in my imagination.

Adison smiles, small and shy but pretty. "Good morning," she repeats. The words light me up like a firecracker.

I stretch higher, capturing her perfect smiling mouth with mine. Her tongue licks along my bottom lip and I moan into her mouth, my cock already hardening. Unlike my omega, I passed out after her heat spike and haven't bothered with clothes.

"Jesus, Dean, it's seven in the morning. Let's at least feed her first," Easton grumbles. She breaks the kiss and right on cue her stomach makes a needy little growling sound.

A low grumble draws our attention to Bello. "Eat first." Not a bark, but a command nonetheless. Now that he's finally joined this situation, it seems he plans on taking his lead role with a new omega very seriously. Adison beams and leans in to kiss Bello on his very serious cheek, then leans the other way to kiss Easton.

Damn, this omega's so sweet she'll give me a toothache.

"Let's see what Mrs. Portidge has for us today."

Easton

When we all wake up, I can see how confident she is. The smiles. The talking. The embraces. There's no way I'm going to take that away from Adison. I stay close and keep watch. Sure enough, less than ten minutes after getting up and moving around to the bathrooms and the closets, her hands begin to shake.