8. Soren
Soren
Morning sunlight cuts across the lounge and hits my face, dragging me out of a deep sleep.
I open my eyes. Nadia rests flush against my side. Her warm breath puffs against my collarbone in a steady rhythm. The intense Heat from yesterday simmers down to a low, manageable hum. Her skin radiates a comfortable warmth instead of a frantic, burning fire.
Mikkel sleeps on her other side. His massive arm drapes over her waist.
I shift my weight, carefully sliding out from under her. Mikkel stirs. His dark eyes snap open. We share a look over her head. The silence of the drifting yacht means we have zero distractions, but we need food.
I point a thumb toward the hallway. Mikkel nods. He carefully pulls his arm back, replacing his body heat with a throw blanket to keep her asleep.
Before heading to the galley, I walk down the stairs to the suites.
The lower hull traps the morning heat, turning the corridor into an oven.
I dig into my duffel bag, pull out a clean gray t-shirt, and bring it back up.
I drape the cotton over the armrest next to Nadia's head.
We ruined her silk dress yesterday, and the rest of her clothes sit baking in the master suite.
Mikkel and I pull our sweatpants back on and head to the galley.
The solar battery bank keeps the massive stainless-steel refrigerator running perfectly.
I pull open the door and grab a carton of eggs, a thick pack of bacon, and a bowl of fresh strawberries.
Mikkel grabs a bottle of vintage champagne from the chiller and a jug of orange juice.
We work in tandem. I drop the bacon into a skillet on the induction stove while Mikkel pops the champagne cork. It fires off with a crack, echoing in the empty kitchen. He mixes three large mimosas in crystal tumblers while I scramble the eggs and chop the fruit.
Ten minutes later, we carry the plates and glasses out to the shaded aft deck. The ocean breeze sweeps over the teakwood floorboards, cooling it in the morning air. We set the food on the low coffee table surrounded by a wide, U-shaped sectional sofa.
Footsteps pad against the wood behind us.
Nadia steps out onto the deck. She wears my spare gray t-shirt. The hem hits her mid-thigh, leaving her long brown legs bare. Her chin-length dark hair sticks out in a messy, tousled bedhead. She rubs the sleep from her eyes and spots the food.
"You guys cook?" A lazy, satisfied smile spreads across her face.
"Sit." I hand her a mimosa. "Eat something."
She drops onto the outdoor sofa, pulling her knees up to her chest. She takes a long sip of the drink and lets out a happy sigh.
Mikkel and I take the seats on either side of her.
We pass the plates around, eating in a comfortable, easy silence.
The ocean laps against the hull of the yacht.
The isolation out here turns into a luxury.
Nadia sets her empty plate down and runs a finger around the rim of her glass. She stares out at the endless blue water.
"This is crazy." She shakes her head, a soft laugh escaping her lips. "If you told nineteen-year-old me that this would happen, I would have called you a liar."
I set my glass on the table and turn to face her. "Why?"
"Because I had a massive crush on both of you back then." She looks between us, a flush creeping up her neck. "I used to invent excuses to walk into my dad's home office when you guys came over for meetings. I wore short skirts. I lingered by the door. I watched you."
Mikkel leans back against the cushions. He rests his arm along the back of the sofa, his fingers brushing the ends of her hair.
"I remember those skirts." Mikkel keeps his voice steady. "But you need to understand something, Nadia. We never looked at you like that. You existed strictly as Marcus's kid. We kept a rock-solid wall up in our heads. We never let a single inappropriate thought cross our minds."
"I know." She looks down at her hands. "It frustrated the hell out of me. I thought something was wrong with me. But sitting here right now..." She drags her gaze up to meet mine. "I can't believe this actually happened. I couldn't think of any better Alphas to be my match."
A deep, territorial rumble vibrates in my chest. I reach out and cup her jaw, running my thumb over her cheekbone.
"We feel the exact same way." I hold her dark eyes, making sure she hears every word.
"You belong with us." Mikkel leans in, pressing a kiss to her temple. "We couldn't have found a more perfect Omega."
Her breath hitches. The vulnerability bleeds out of her eyes, replaced by a dark, intense hunger.
The emotional validation acts like a spark hitting dry kindling.
Her Heat fever spikes. The intoxicating scent of wild honey and crushed cherries floods the deck, wiping the smell of salt water and breakfast straight out of the air.The shift in her scent hits my lungs.
My cock hardens in a matter of seconds, straining against the cotton of my sweatpants.
Mikkel pushes the coffee table away with his foot, clearing the plates out of the way.
Nadia doesn't hesitate. She shifts her weight, pushing up onto her knees on the outdoor cushions.
She grabs the hem of the gray t-shirt and pulls it over her head, tossing it onto a nearby chair.
Her bare skin glows in the morning shade.
She swings one leg over my thighs, straddling my lap, and grinds her soaked pussy right against my erection.
A rough groan tears out of my throat. I grip her hips, my fingers digging into her soft skin.
Mikkel steps around the coffee table. He kneels on the wide sofa cushions right behind her, bracketing her hips with his thick thighs to match her elevated height on my lap. His broad chest presses flush against her bare back.
"Lift up." Mikkel's voice drops into a dark, commanding rasp.
Nadia braces her hands on my shoulders and pushes her hips up an inch.
I reach down, shoving my sweatpants past my knees to free my aching cock.
The swollen knot at the base of my shaft throbs against my skin.
A long string of clear pre-come drips from the thick head.
I guide the weeping tip to her dripping wet entrance.
Mikkel reaches down from behind. His fingers swipe through the massive puddle of hot slick coating the back of her thighs. He scoops up the wetness and guides his hand right to her tight asshole.
"Relax for me." Mikkel bites the sensitive skin right behind her ear.
He presses a single, slick-coated finger into her tight ring. Nadia gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders. I capture her lips in a deep, messy kiss, swallowing her sounds. I stroke my tongue against hers, giving her a distraction while Mikkel works.
He curls his finger, massaging the tight muscle.
He scoops up more slick, coating his knuckles, and pushes a second finger inside her ass.
The stretch pulls a whine from her throat.
Mikkel scissors his fingers, pushing outward against the tight walls, using her own slick to lube the entrance.
The wet, slapping sound of his hand working her open echoes over the quiet deck.
She grinds her clit against the shaft of my cock. She chases the friction, her hips rocking in a frantic, demanding rhythm against my lap.
Mikkel adds a third finger, stretching her to the limit. "She's ready."
I grip her waist tight. "Take it."
I thrust my hips up, sinking deep into her soaking pussy.
The tight, wet heat swallows my length, wrapping around me like a vice.
Nadia throws her head back, a loud moan ripping out of her throat.
Mikkel lines his cock up behind her. He pushes his hips forward, breaching her tight ring and sinking deep into her stretched ass.
Taking both of us at the same time pulls a wild sob from her lips. She adjusts to the stretch, her inner muscles clamping tight around our thick shafts.
We fall into a relentless, driving rhythm. I thrust up from the bottom while Mikkel drives forward from the back. We share her body, moving in perfect sync. The intense friction builds an undeniable pressure in my gut. My knot swells, throbbing hard right at her entrance.
Nadia rides us hard. Sweat coats her chest, gleaming in the morning light. She pants, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
She breaks the rhythm. Locking her elbows, she braces her palms flat against my chest and forces my upward thrusts to a dead halt. Mikkel freezes behind her, his chest heaving against her bare back.
Nadia looks down at me. Her dark eyes swallow her irises, turning into pools of pure desire. Her chest rises and falls with rapid breaths.
"Mark me." Her voice shakes, but the demand rings loud and clear.
My heart slams against my ribs. I freeze. My Alpha instincts roar, demanding I sink my teeth into her skin and claim her, but logic throws a roadblock in my head.
"Nadia?" I search her eyes, hunting for any sign of hesitation. "You sure? A mating bite stays forever. There is no going back from this. It ties us together permanently."
She reaches down and tangles her fingers in the hair at the nape of my neck. She pulls me forward, forcing my face inches from hers.
"I want this." She runs her thumb over my lower lip. "You are my match."
She shifts her upper body, turning her head to look over her shoulder at Mikkel. She reaches a hand back, her fingers dragging along his thick thigh.
"Both of you." She holds Mikkel's dark gaze. "I want you forever."
Mikkel's hands tighten on her hips, his grip bruising her skin. "If we do this, you never leave our side again." His chest heaves against her back. "There is no walking away."
"I'm not walking away." She turns her head back to me, her dark eyes burning with pure demand. "Do it."
A possessive urge takes total control of my brain. I don't care about the corporate fallout anymore. I don't care about the consequences. She just gave us the green light to claim her, and I refuse to wait another second.
I catch Mikkel's eye over her shoulder. His jaw locks tight. A possessive focus burns in his dark eyes. He nods.
We drop right back into a punishing rhythm. The pace turns frantic. I thrust up from the bottom, driving my thick cock deep into her soaking pussy. Mikkel pounds into her ass from behind, matching my speed. Our hips slap against her wet skin, the sound echoing across the shaded deck.
Nadia rides the intense friction. She throws her head back, gasping for air. Her nails dig into my shoulders, leaving crescent-moon tracks in my skin. The stretch and the relentless pace push her right to the edge. Her inner walls spasm around my shaft, milking me.
The pressure in my gut explodes. My climax rushes forward.
We drive our hips forward for one final, massive thrust. My swollen knot breaches her tight entrance, popping deep inside her wet pussy right as Mikkel sinks his knot deep into her ass.
Nadia screams, her head falling back.
We strike the second our knots lock into place.
Mikkel sweeps the messy hair away from the back of her neck, sinking his teeth deep into the bare skin at the nape. I lean in, pressing my open mouth against the pulse point on the right side of her neck, and bite down hard on her scent gland at the same time.
My canines pierce her hot skin.
A massive, white-hot rush of euphoria explodes in my chest. Unadulterated pleasure floods my veins, wiping out every coherent thought in my head.
Nadia clamps down hard around our knots. Hot slick pours over my cock.
I groan, the sound ripping out of my throat as my orgasm hits. I empty into her, a hot, endless release flooding her deep inside. Mikkel growls against her skin, his chest trembling as he fills her from behind. We pump into her, riding the intense, euphoric high of the mating mark.
The aftershocks rock through her body for two solid minutes. She goes limp, her head slumping forward onto my shoulder. She gasps for air, her fingers twitching against my back.
I pull my teeth free from her neck.
I watch the puncture wounds for a fraction of a second.
The deep red blood stops flowing in an instant.
The broken skin knits together right before my eyes, the tissue sealing shut in a matter of seconds.
The nature of a true scent match takes over, erasing the damage and leaving behind a permanent, silver mating scar in the shape of my bite.
Mikkel pulls back from the nape of her neck, leaving a matching silver scar in his wake.
We stay locked together on the outdoor sofa. The morning sun climbs higher in the sky, baking the teakwood deck. I wrap my arms around her waist, holding her tight against my chest. Mikkel rests his forehead against her spine, his large hands rubbing soothing circles into her hips.
I press my lips to the fresh, silver scar on her neck. I trace the raised skin with the tip of my tongue, tasting the lingering salt and wild honey.
She belongs to us now. The proof sits right on her skin for the entire world to see.
I stare out at the rolling blue ocean and let my mind shift to the inevitable fallout.
Marcus will lose his mind. We just claimed his only daughter.
The second the Coast Guard finds us and tows this yacht back to Manten, we face a confrontation.
He will threaten to tear the real estate company apart.
He will threaten our thirty-year friendship.
But Marcus is an Alpha.
He has a mated Omega sitting at home. He knows how a scent match works.
He understands the undeniable, magnetic pull overriding every logical thought in an Alpha's head.
When he sees the silver scars on Nadia's neck, and when he smells our scents mixed forever with hers, the reality of the situation will hit him.
He will throw a punch. I expect him to break my jaw.
I will take the hit, and then I will sit down with my business partner and explain that his daughter will never leave my side again. I trust the shared experience of the mating bond to smooth the waters in time.
Nadia lets out a soft, contented sigh and nuzzles her face into my neck.
I tighten my grip on her waist. She makes the coming war worth it.