Page 53 of Roommates' Alpha

“There’s nothing quite like it, is there?”

He shook his head. “Feels so good.”

“I can’t wait to feel your knot too,” I murmured, pressing kisses to his shoulder.

He shivered. “You mean it?”

I nodded against him. “I love knotting, I love being knotted. I love everything else too, as long as everybody is satisfied.”

He let out a contented sigh. “Sounds perfect.” He closed his eyes and let out a long breath. A couple minutes later his breathing slowed and evened as he fell asleep.

“He took your knot?”

I glanced up to see Xavier staring at us, a pleased smile on his face.

“Yeah,” I answered softly.

“He said he wanted it to be you. I’m glad you were able to give that to him.”

I chuckled. “I’ll knot you too if you want. But not tonight. I think my balls are empty.”

He laughed. “After Micah’s heat.”

A moment of comfortable silence passed, during which he secured his grip around Micah and Terry, and I made sure Crow was steady as well.

“I’m glad you’re here now,” Xavier said softly. “It never felt right without you.”

“Hmm?”

He smiled again. “You’re part of us. I can’t explain it better than that. We were missing something when you would disappear, but now we’re complete.”

I smiled as I looked around the room—at all my men.

Yes, complete. And I wouldn’t go missing on them again.

Chapter 11

Istood in the middle of my basement room and sighed. It had been my home, my safe space, my sanctuary, for a decade, but it was time for me to let it become something else.

We were still working out sleeping arrangements now that Micah’s heat had ended. The others had been content to go to whichever upstairs room was convenient before, but with my room convenient for nobody, we’d decided that it was time to do something more permanent.

We’d agreed to get one of the massive beds that Jace and Ryan talked about—something that we could all share easily. And it would go into the master bedroom when it arrived. Either Crow or Micah’s room would become a nursery.

I looked around. We’d discussed turning my room into some sort of den. But, realistically, it would likely become storage. At least until we decided that we were ready to get a home of our own.

There was time though. We all agreed we liked the little house, even if we were renters, and we planned to stay for at least another year.

The sound of a door opening, then footsteps, and arms wrapped around me from behind as Terry’s scent washed over me.

“Need a hand?” he asked.

“Maybe,” I replied. “But only once I figure out where to start.”

“It doesn’t have to be all at once. Clothes and the essentials for now.”

“You’re probably right.”

He took my arms and turned me so that we were facing, then he kissed me gently. “This isn’t too much, is it? We all want you upstairs with us, but only if you’re ready.”