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Chapter 31

Freya

I’m nestled in Miller’s neck, breathing in his scent, memorizing it like I do with all my favorite recipes. There’s nothing quite like this feeling—being surrounded by my three men, safe, and content in our shared bed.

I no longer share a bedroom with Zane. I moved into this room a week ago.

My pack had a bedroom all ready and waiting for their omega. The nest is jam-packed with blankets and cushions and large enough for four people. My favorite fabrics are their dirty clothes, cotton sheets and a few soft blankets. My needs are very simple.

The room is small and cute, and I’ve never really appreciated that I liked my apartment because of the coziness it brought.

I struggled with leaving Zane’s room, not that I should have because he now spends every night sleeping with me.

Miller works a shift pattern and Thorne works into the night, so I get to stretch out now and again. Though, I think I prefer them surrounding me—like they are right now.

Miller’s fingers trace lazy patterns on my back while Zane’s leg is thrown over mine, anchoring me.

“Freya,” Thorne’s voice rumbles, pulling me from my nap.

I don’t move, just mumble into Miller’s skin. “Five more minutes of cuddling.”

Miller’s chest vibrates with laughter beneath me. “See what he has for you, sweetheart.”

Reluctantly, I lift my head to see Thorne holding Stone in one arm while holding out an envelope with the other. Official-looking, with that thick paper that screams that it has an important document inside.

“What’s that?” I ask, sitting up and tugging the sheet to cover myself.

“Open it,” is all he says, those green eyes watching me intently.

I take the envelope, my fingers suddenly clumsy. When I pull out the papers inside, my breath catches. Business registration documents. For a bakery. A bakery with my name listed as co-owner alongside my three alphas.

“Is this—” I can’t even finish the sentence.

“We were thinking about the name,” Miller says, propping himself up on his elbow. “Wanted to ask if you had any ideas before we ordered the sign.”

My mind races.

“La Petite Rose?” I suggest. “It’s a nod to my grandmother and my father who believed in me, and also because I’m thinking I can rebrand and buy pretty pink pastry boxes and make rose-flavored macarons. Or is that too cliché?”

“La Petite Rose,” Zane repeats, testing the name. “It suits you.”

“I’m hardly petite.”

“Freya—” Zane chastises before I even start ranting about my size.

I purr as I turn and kiss his chest. The chest that no longer hides his scars.

“Would you like to see it?” Thorne asks, his voice uncharacteristically gentle.

I pinch my arm hard enough to leave a mark. “Ouch!”

“What was that for?” Miller laughs.

“Making sure I’m not dreaming,” I explain, feeling tears well up. “Is this real? You guys bought me a bakery?”

“Not just any bakery,” Zane says. “Your bakery. And with your pack down as co-owners, nobody will dare to challenge you again. Whether that be insurance companies or dodgy building managers who don’t have the electrics checked out.”

I nod frantically, unable to speak past the lump in my throat.

Thirty minutes later, we’re pulling up to a storefront not ten minutes from our home. The windows are covered in brown paper, but I can see a pale pink glow emanating from inside.

“Ready?” Thorne asks, holding my hand as Miller unlocks the door.

The bell jingles as we step inside, and I gasp. The walls are a soft blush pink, with white and gold accents. There’s gleaming stainless-steel appliances, and the counter is marble, as are the benches that line one side wall, and the tabletops.

And in the center of the counter. “My dad’s mixer!” I rush over to the industrial mixer that I’d rescued from the fire at my old place. It sits proudly among brand new equipment—ovens, refrigerators, display cases—thousands of dollars’ worth.

“The insurance money came through,” I say, running my fingers over the mixer. “I can pay you back for all this.”

Thorne steps forward and cups my face. “We don’t want your money, Freya. Just you and Stone permanently in our lives.”

I freeze. “Permanently? Like...legally?”

“When you’re ready, we’ll get the paperwork signed.”

When I’m ready. I try not to jump up and down on the spot. “I’m ready.”

“Thank fuck!” Zane says.

I laugh. “How long will it take?”

“Not long,” Thorne replies.

I grin. “So would we celebrate properly by christening the new countertops?” I say.

Miller shakes his head. “That would definitely violate health codes.”

“Spoilsport,” I say, grabbing my phone. “I’ll call Harlow instead.”

She answers tiredly. “Hello.”

“They asked me to be theirs—legally!” I squeal into the phone. “And they bought me a bakery! We’re calling it La Petite Rose!”

“Oh my god, that is wonderful. When is the opening? My pack will be there, but don’t start talking about my lack of bakery skills, or I’ll unfriend you.”

“We just need a sign, and I think it’s ready to open soon.” I’m so excited I could burst right now. “And I promise to keep it zipped.”

“And I told you your baby’s name would be a problem,” Harlow says smugly. “I told you calling Stone ‘Stone’ would be a problem.”

My eyes widen as I relay this to my alphas.

Miller laughs. “Then we all become Pack Astor.”

“Pack Astor,” I repeat, trying out the name. It feels right, like the perfect ratio of sugar to butter in shortbread. “Freya Rose Astor. I like the sound of that.”

Thorne pulls me close. “So do we,” he whispers against my hair.

“We need to celebrate!” I yell.

“Are you ready?” Zane purrs as his hands skim over my hips and up my body until he covers my eyes with his palms.

I hold his shirt in my hands, running the fabric through my fingers to ground me. “Yes.”

But as he fastens something around my eyes, I can feel his hard cock against my back, and I’m already whining for more.

I reach behind me and try to grab his cock, but he moves too quickly and chuckles. “Needy omega.”

With my sight gone, a tongue teases mine as warm hands hold my face against his. More hands palm my breasts, while someone takes my hands as Miller says. “We’ll start light with the bondage.”

“I want to feel, not see.”

A tongue swipes along my slit, and I jump. “We promise to make you feel,” Zane replies, taking my hands in his, wrapping them in the same silk fabric and binding them to the headboard, leaving me completely at their mercy.

The tongue slides through me again. This time I open wider.

I can’t see or feel with my hands as one of my alphas slowly thrusts his tongue inside me. I don’t know which one as the wide silk tie obscures my vision.

I’m not complaining. I feel lucky to be in this position, to be the object of desire for three such wonderful alphas.

My alphas.

My pack.

“Open up.” I recognize Zane’s voice, but it doesn’t matter who it is; I obey. His cock is already coated with pre-cum when it brushes against my lips.

“Oh fuck! She gushed into my mouth. She loves the way you taste, Thorne.”

So, it’s Thorne’s cock in my mouth, and Miller, whose tongue is inside me.

I moan around Thorne’s thickness as Miller’s skilled tongue flicks against my most sensitive spot, driving me toward the edge.

“Oh god, she’s close,” Miller growls, his voice vibrating against my flesh.

I whimper, my hips bucking involuntarily as I teeter on the precipice of release. Before I can tumble over, Miller withdraws his tongue, and I feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance.

“Need to be inside you,” he pants, thrusting forward in one powerful stroke.

I gasp around Thorne’s cock as Miller fills me completely. He’s so big, and he stretches me in the most delicious way. The sensation of being filled at both ends is perfect.

“Look at her take us,” Thorne murmurs, his voice thick with desire. “So beautiful.”

“Such a good girl for us,” Miller adds, his hips setting a steady rhythm that makes my toes curl. “Our perfect omega.”

“Made for us,” Thorne agrees, his thumb caressing my cheek tenderly even as he continues to thrust shallowly between my lips.

I’m lost in a haze of pleasure, surrounded by their scents—strawberry, lime, and tequila—mixing with my arousal.

“What are you doing, Zane?” I ask when Thorne withdraws to let me catch my breath, unable to see him but knowing he’s there, feeling his heat nearby.

“I’m waiting for Miller to knot you, and then I’m going to take you.”

“We can take her together,” Miller suggests. “Untie one wrist and spin her.”

There’s movement above me, and I feel the silk around my wrist loosen. My wrist is released, and I’m spun around and bound again to the headboard.

I’m more turned on than ever as one of my men positions himself underneath me. His large hands cover my hips as he lifts me.

“Ready?” Miller asks.

“Yes.”

My thighs straddle him as I sink onto his enormous dick again. Zane’s hard cock presses into the small of my back and his strong fingers hold me as he positions himself behind me.

I smile as I wait for Zane to squeeze his cock along with Miller’s and fill me completely. And when he does, the pressure builds as Zane pushes in alongside Miller.

My fingers clutch at the sheets as both cocks stretch me beyond what I thought was possible. “Oh fuck!” I moan.

“Fuck, you’re too tight,” Zane groans, his fingers digging into my hips.

My body reacts by grinding against him. He purrs against my neck.

“Just hold yourself inside her together while she gets used to you,” Thorne tells them. “Otherwise, she’ll snap your dicks.”

But it’s Miller and Zane’s purring that works and I move against them.

Miller’s hands slide up my ribs to cup my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples as they move in tandem. One pushing in as the other pulls out, creating a rhythm that has my eyes rolling back and my toes curling.

The scent in the room is intoxicating—strawberry, lime, and tequila mingling with our arousal, creating a heady perfume that makes my head spin. As do their growls and grunts when they fill the air as they fuck me together. The primal sounds of my alphas claiming what’s theirs.

And I still can’t believe it.

Miller’s teeth scrape against my neck, not quite biting down but threatening to. The sensation sends electric currents through my body, as a burst of slick rushes between my thighs.

“Open your mouth, baby girl.” Thorne’s voice is rough with desire as he positions himself in front of me. “I want to see you filled up with all your alphas’ cocks. I want to see how pretty you look when we all come inside you.”

I moan, unable to form words as I open my mouth.

My body writhes between them, my stomach roiling as my climax builds.

Thorne slides between my lips and out again. I moan, wanting more.

He presses forward, and I suck him faster, hollowing my cheeks as my orgasm approaches.

Miller’s mouth finds my neck again, this time at the front, where my pulse hammers against his lips. “I want to claim you so fucking bad.”

“Do it,” I gasp around Thorne’s cock. “Make me yours.”

“No.” Zane’s chest presses against my back as he thrusts harder. “We need to talk about it outside the nest first.”

Always thinking about my needs.

Miller’s hands grip my waist while Zane holds my hips, and together they see-saw in and out of me with increasing urgency.

I’m lost in the sensation of my alphas, of how my body responds to them. It’s bliss as I climb the cliff ready to fall and, by the sounds around me, so are my alphas. And I want their cum inside me. I want their cocks owning me. Their teeth claiming me. But it’s when Zane roars against my ear, “Come now.”

That’s all I need for now.