Chapter 45
June
Two weeks later…
Torin has me pinned to the wall outside my bedroom, and he’s nuzzling my throat.
It’s more ticklish than hot, so I spend more time giggling and nudging him away from my sensitive spots than I do grinding up against him, unlike the last time he did this to me.
“What happened to kissing her goodnight, man?” Callum appears at the top of the stairs, scratching his head. “You’ve had her giggling like that for the last fifteen minutes.”
Because I’m not trying to push Torin away as hard as I should, and not just because of the thing he does with his tongue that I like a lot.
His palms feel hot and possessive clamped around my hips, and he has one thigh tucked between my legs.
Every now and again, he grinds his thigh against my pussy, which he has to know is slowly driving me crazy.
With a yawn, Archer steps around Callum on his way down the hallway toward us. I left Archer and Callum downstairs in the den, finishing off their drinks.
“Told you he was looking to pin her against something when he tossed her over his shoulder and carried her up the stairs like some kind of Neanderthal,” Archer mutters, shaking his head.
I’d worried Torin might drop me down the stairs, but his grip had been so secure that two steps later, I stopped worrying about being dropped on my head and started eyeing the sexy ass inches from my face.
I might have grabbed it. Maybe even more than once, which is what had led to being pinned to the wall and tickled mercilessly.
Torin’s form of tickling—the tip of his tongue against the sensitive spots on my neck—is a sweet and sexy torture I’m not ready to stop yet.
He blows hot air over my pulse, which makes me gasp. After dropping a kiss on the same spot that curls my toes, he lifts his head to reveal a sexy grin. “June likes this thing I do to her with my tongue, don’t you, baby?”
I don’t immediately answer, which is all the confirmation Torin needed. His grin widens, and Archer rolls his eyes.
“You said you were taking her to bed,” Archer says.
“And I did. Isn’t her room right there, next to us?” Torin kisses me and then grunts and twists around to glare at Archer, who takes full advantage to claim my mouth.
Archer has this all-consuming way of kissing me that scrambles my brain.
“Night, beautiful. You sure you don’t want to spend it with me?” Archer asks.
I blink up at him for a couple of seconds before my brain starts working again. “Not tonight. I feel bad about kicking you so much last night.”
“I don’t care if you kick me all night, baby,” Archer says, giving me a brief, hard kiss. “I care that you didn’t get enough sleep.”
I can see that he means it. He truly doesn’t mind if I spent the entire night kicking his shins the way I did last night. But I do.
“The cocoa you made me tonight will help,” I tell him. “In case I want to kick everything around me, I’d rather it be my sheets and not you again.”
For the last two weeks, I have spent my nights either with Torin, Archer, or Callum. I’m rarely in my bed, and if I am, then I’m never alone. But tonight, I feel antsy and tired.
Callum has been watching me with a tiny frown between his brows since I started talking about my restless night. From the concern on his face, I know what’s coming, and I’m already shaking my head when he says, “Should I call a doctor?”
“I’m fine. Just tired.”
My alphas give me a long look, unconvinced.
“I’m fine,” I repeat, wanting to reassure them.
Archer furrows his brow. “Are you sure it isn’t—”
“It’s not heat,” I interrupt him. “The doctor said it won’t happen for another week, and I’m not in pain. My scent isn’t driving you all crazy, and I don’t have any cramps or anything.”
There’s been no painful itch inside me, the usual precursor to my heat. I really do feel fine, except for my sudden restlessness at night these last couple of days, and the occasional hot flush that comes and goes so fast that I haven’t felt the need to tell my alphas.
But my alphas have a reason to be concerned.
“This is your first heat since the bond-breaking ceremony,” Callum says quietly, eyes haunted from an experience that has scarred all of us.
My blood results came back normal after Callum’s dad threatened to inject me with an unknown drug. All signs of bond sickness have gone, but none of us—the doctors included—know how I will react when I go into heat.
“Go to sleep,” Callum says and kisses me on the forehead. “If I promise to stop worrying so much, will you?”
I should have known he’d notice. I smile at him. “Okay. I love you.”
His eyes turn soft with love, and his next kiss lands on my mouth, deeper and sweeter than his forehead kiss. “I love you too, beautiful.” Stepping back, he turns to Torin. “No fucking her against the wall again. She needs to rest.”
Torin mutters, “As if you haven’t done the same.”
Callum doesn’t say a word as he walks away, and Torin laughs and shakes his head.
Archer gathers me against his chest, hugging me. “If you can’t sleep, come wake me up.”
“I’m not waking you up, Archer.” I slide my arms around the back of his shoulders as my feet leave the floor when he lifts me.
He drops a kiss on my neck. “My mate waking me up in my bed is what dreams are made of, June. I will never have a problem with it.” He smiles when I smile and touches his lips to mine. “Love you.”
“Love you, too.”
I can’t help but grin when he sets me down on the floor and glances at Torin. “Maybe he could tell me that thing you like, and I could learn to do it too.”
Torin chuckles and claps him on the shoulder. “Maybe I could. Night, brother.”
Archer waves one hand as he walks toward his room. “Night.”
And it’s back to Torin pinning me to the wall outside my room, but this moment is missing the heat from before since Torin isn’t grinding his thigh against my pussy.
His eyes are soft. These last two weeks, they almost always are.
It’s been perfect. We laugh, talk, and explore this new house together.
When my sister isn’t working at the auto repair shop, a job she loves, and I can’t see her quitting anytime soon, she comes to hang out but never stays over.
River says we have too much sex and is afraid to sit on any of our furniture.
I had no response to that because she’s probably right.
Torin slides his palm around the back of my neck and dips his head to kiss me lightly on the lips. “I love you, Juniper Edith—” He cuts off laughing as I dig my finger into his rib.
“June. It’s June Wells. I love you too, even if you like to tease me by dropping all five of my names.”
Those five names aren’t mine anymore. I’m just June Wells, an omega loved by and who is in love with three alphas who would set the world on fire for her, and that’s all I want to be.
My alphas made my name official with cake, my favorite way to celebrate.
They got up early to make it for me and had it waiting when I opened my eyes at 6:30. They said it was to celebrate my name and the birthday they should never have let me spend alone. It had a very messy June Wells in pink icing and a crooked 22.
The icing was terrible; the cake tasted dry, but it was so perfect I couldn’t stop crying.
Torin wraps his arms around me, lifting me a couple of inches off the ground and kissing me lightly. I lean into his kiss far longer than I should, and only when I yawn does he set me back down on my feet.
“Walk tomorrow?” he asks, grinning as he backs up toward his bedroom.
“And be bored out of my mind? No, thank you,” I say cheerfully, pushing my door open. “But I don’t mind helping you finish setting up your darkroom, though.”
“You’ve got yourself a deal,” he says.
He’s been taking a ton of pictures lately, and I can’t wait to hang all the happy snapshots of our new life together. My favorite is of Archer and Callum with their heads thrown back, laughing in the garden as the sun sets in the distance. I want it blown up and hung over the fireplace in our den.
“And if you get cold in the night…” He waggles his eyebrows suggestively.
“I’ll grab a blanket,” I tell him, prompting a grin from him. “Night, Torin.”
“Night, beautiful.”
We’re settling into our life together, and I love it and my alphas so much.
In my bedroom, I use the bathroom, brush my teeth, and wash my face. Then I pull on an oversized t-shirt I stole from Callum and crawl into my bed.
With the lights off and tucked under cool linen sheets, I toss and turn for thirty minutes before my eyelids get heavy, and the sweet pull of sleep tugs me under.
There’s a buzz in my head, and the volume is growing louder.
It starts between my legs and radiates outward. The most intense wave of blistering heat ripped me from sleep, and I can barely think as I sweat through my sheets.
My breasts are aching, and my stomach is cramping as the scent of blueberries and brown sugar is so thick I can taste it.
I try to get up, cursing when my feet get tangled in cool linen. Crash. Something falls. Not me. Maybe a lamp? I fight with the sheets, and I’ve just gotten free when the sound of rapid pounding pulls my gaze to my bedroom door as it swings open.
I wince as the bright light from the hallway blinds me.
“I heard a…” Torin’s nostrils flare, and his voice trails off.
He’s wearing black boxer shorts and nothing else. As I watch, they start to tent. It has an instant effect on the fire inside me. Suddenly, I’m awash in flame.
“My skin is on fire,” I moan, falling back onto my bed. I slip my hand between my thighs, under the edge of my panties, and strum my clit.
Torin is shouting something, but I’m no longer listening.
A male hand grips my wrist and pulls my hand out from inside my panties.
Torin.
“Let me put out the fire, beautiful,” he says. “I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”
He drags my t-shirt over my head, slides my panties down my legs, and tosses them aside.
He’s as naked as I am when he spreads my legs and braces himself over me.