Page 25 of Dream Mates (Into The Parallel Omegaverse #2)

“The swing fantasy when all three of you have me at once.” She giggled a little.

“That and so much more.” I grinned, thinking of all the fun the three of us could have with her.

“Yeah?” Her eyebrows waggled.

“Jett’s a rigger. One day I want to see you suspended from the ceiling and railed until you are nothing but a pile of goo.” The very thought made me hard. She’d take us so well and make so many cute noises.

She blinked. “What?”

“Jett likes to tie people up–consensually and safely, of course,” I assured her. Guess she’d never heard of that.

Grace frowned. “Tie them up and do what?”

“Whatever’s agreed upon. For me it’s usually fucking, but not always,” I explained.

Her frown deepened, and anxiety shot through her.

“It’s always with permission, and while he’s tied me to the bedpost, he prefers these really beautiful, elaborate designs.

Here, can I show you some special pictures, so you understand?

” I got my phone and pulled up a professional black and white photograph of me suspended from the ceiling, tied in knots so elaborate that I’d become a work of art.

I handed it to her. “This is my favorite. Everything he does is with consent and care. It’s talked about and he’s constantly checking in to make sure nothing is painful or triggering.”

“Oh. That… that’s not what I was expecting. It’s really pretty.” She bit her lower lip. “And he doesn’t just tie you up and do whatever he wants even if he knows you don’t like it?”

So much to unpack there.

“No, he never does anything that isn’t agreed upon by both parties–and you don’t have to be suspended or fucked.

Sometimes, if I’m really stressed he’ll just tie me and hold me, and we’ll watch a movie.

Also, he doesn’t have to tie your hands.

You don’t even have to take your clothes off. ” I showed her more pictures of me.

“Oh.”

“This is just my fantasy, Grace,” I assured, holding her tight and peppering her face with kisses. “Nothing like this would ever happen without your consent. There’s a lot of love and healing in what he does, and if at some point, you want to try, talk to him about it.”

She nodded slowly. “Those pictures are beautiful.”

“Sometimes it’s nice to surrender control. To just relax and let them take care of me. But we have that trust and can stop at any time for whatever reason. And not just me, if it gets too intense for anyone, they can stop it.”

“So, you sometimes… with both of them?” She buried her face in my side. “Bren likes to do that too?”

“Bren's not the artist Jett is. He’s also more about absolute control. But again, it’s about consent, safety, and meeting each other’s needs,” I explained.

“Bren knows my limits and what I like and dislike, and what I need–and I know what he likes and doesn’t, what he’s willing to do and not, and what his needs are.

Most of all, I trust him. We trust each other. ”

It was very different from what Wes and I did. Though Wes and I were rougher when it was just us compared to how we were with her.

“As long as you’re okay with it,” she said slowly.

“I am. We haven’t gotten to any of those modules. But we can watch them together,” I added.

“Okay?” She peeked up at me. “I… I’m not adverse to seeing what’s out there, it’s just…”

“I know.” I kissed her.

She’d had little relationship experience outside of teenage dream sex with Wes. Grace had also had a very sheltered upbringing with sex being taboo. Not to mention the harm caused to her because of who she loved.

For a moment she was quiet. Her brow furrowed when she finally spoke. “Last night Bren mentioned punishments for breaking pack rules. That is a thing?”

“It’s more like consequences, but yeah, it’s pretty common in packs. It’s something you have difficulty with, isn’t it? Because of how you grew up?” I continued to stroke her hair.

She nodded. “Being punished for no good reason. I just wasn’t ready to tell him where I was from.”

“I know. We’re not super punishy, as I’m sure you figured out. Usually, it’s extra chores or the guys just beat the shit out of each other. They call it sparring, but it’s different from the usual sparring. Jett is very strong and fast, but Bren can get you down to the ground so quick.”

“Oh.” She went quiet again.

“Anything else bothering you?” I ran my fingers up and down her arm.

“I’m okay.” For a moment she just lay there in my arms.

I held her tight, and I purred for her. “Do you want to try purring?”

A look of concentration crossed her face as a little rumble came from her chest.

“That’s good, let’s try again.” I gave her another kiss, and we practiced purring a little more.

It was nice to be able to talk with Grace like this.

Omegas did talk to each other about this sort of stuff, especially in omega-only spaces.

But most omegas I knew were through work and I had to be professional.

“Can we watch a movie? With popcorn–and those candies Ri likes to put in it,” she asked.

“If we have them, sure.” Yeah, snuggling Grace wasn’t a hardship.

We went downstairs where Brennan, Jett, and Spencer were cooking.

Wes was still napping. Snacks in hand, we settled down in the movie alcove with a pile of blankets, where we watched another one of my favorites as I tried to get her ‘caught up’ on the movies most people her age would know.

Right now, we were watching a space movie.

I’d dozed off when someone jumped on me. Someone smelling of anise. “Hey, Ri.”

“Fuck of the morning to you.” Riley grinned. She tackled Grace. “I knew you’d be back.”

“Thanks for believing in me. I don’t know what would have happened if no one had been home when I returned,” Grace said, holding Riley tight.

“Well, this is cute.” Lexi stood there, grinning. “Where’s my brother?”

“Sleeping. We keep him tired. He’s less argumentative that way,” I laughed.

Lexi snorted.

“Oh my fuck.” Riley rolled her eyes.

“Your hair is pretty,” I told her. Her hair now hung in long braids with green in them. Sonja must have taken her to get them done.

“Thanks.” She grinned.

“Ri.” Wes dived-bombed the couch, making a pile of us. “Oh, hi Lexi.” He smiled at his sister. “Thanks for doing this.”

“I believe I was promised food.” Lexi looked at the back porch where Spencer was taking the lamb off the rotisserie.

“Soon.” Jett appeared. “Hey, Lexi.” He turned to us. “Someone needs to set the table. Someone else needs to pour beverages. Ri.” They fist-bumped.

Grace shut off the movie and stood. “We’ll watch the rest later.”

The eight of us had dinner outside on the raised gazebo, then roasted marshmallows around the fire pit by the water.

Lexi headed back and we all went inside to watch another movie.

This was the first in the Defender League, a superhero blockbuster franchise that most everyone knew–and I couldn't wait to see Grace’s reaction.

Armed with more snacks, courtesy of Lexi picking up a grocery order for us, all seven of us piled onto the couch in the movie nook, a tangle of limbs and blankets, as we dimmed the lights, and settled in.

Like yesterday, all our scents tangled in a soothing concoction. Only this time, Riley was here.

Everyone was all here. It was perfect.