Chapter Seventeen
Nixon
“Ready for dessert?”
When Randy asked me, the first thing I thought about was not the fancy chocolate mousse tart meringue thing or whatever it was called that they brought out for us. It was delicious, I’d give them that, but the sexual tension growing in the room had my bear pushing at me to mark them, and my cock was to the point of painful. I now understood why they had the commercials where they said to call for help if your erection lasts more than three hours or whatever it was.
“Any coffee?” The waitress came in. She was far too attentive not to have been already told she was getting the biggest tip ever, and she deserved it. She lost all her other tables because my alphas were taking care of me. I did have the impression my alphas were surprised to see her come back with dessert, but that had to be me. Surely, they didn’t plan to get naked in the restaurant...they’d been very reserved about the physical side of our relationship and I knew it was about me.
No, they didn’t come out and say the real reason why making some excuse about me being uncomfortable in such a fancy setting. And I would be. That was truth.
But we all knew the real reason. When in public, I still had to look around all the time, taking in my surroundings, looking to see who was where, and where all the exits were. I was unable to relax in settings where anyone or any dragon could meander in at any time.
I was getting to the point where even I was beginning to think I was being paranoid. Except six attempts at my life told me paranoia wasn’t the case. No, the danger was real. Except, possibly not as real as it felt.
In any case, the alphas took care of me, giving me a fancy night out without worrying about my safety. Or at least with significantly less stress over my safety. I knew it couldn’t always be like this, nor should it be. But for the night, I appreciated it greatly.
“You seem like you have a lot on your mind, omega.” Damn. I loved it when Randy called me that. When either of them did. Especially when they called me omega ours. Something about hearing them lay claim to me in that way did things to me—amazing and sexy and warm, and just things.
“Sorry. I got lost in my head. Dessert was delicious.” It had been, too. All chocolatey goodness.
“What had you so lost?” Titus wasn’t letting it go, and I had a feeling I wouldn’t let it go, either, and it would ruin the night if I didn’t share.
“I was thinking about how nice it was for you two to set this up to keep me safe.”
“We didn’t do this to keep you safe, although keep you safe we will. No, we did this to help you feel special.” Randy took my hand and brought it to his lips. “You deserve to feel like a king. To be spoiled rotten. To be wooed.”
“I think you both kicked ass on the wooing part. A plus,” I teased. Wooed. They fair surpassed that ages ago.
“I like getting As.” Titus winked, although I had a feeling he did, which is how he wound up being so amazing at what he did. “Are you sure that’s all?”
“Mostly. I was also musing over my paranoia.”
“It’s not paranoia if the threat is real,” Randy growled. “But we are working on it. You. Will. Be. Safe.”
And that was exactly not how I’d wanted dinner to go.
“But if you feel like you might not be rational about it and want someone to talk to about it who isn’t involved, we can arrange that—is what growly boy meant.” Titus smacked him in the chest playfully or maybe in warning, but in either case it was paired with an eye rolling and Randy not being so scary-looking so it worked for me.
“I might…maybe I should do that.” I hadn’t even thought about it until he mentioned it, and until the words spilled from my mouth I had not a clue I felt that way. But I did, and the thought of processing things out with someone that didn’t distract me with their hot body and intoxicating scent might not be a bad idea.
“We can definitely arrange it,” Randy jumped in.
I had a feeling the bear felt bad for his little you will be safe tirade. He shouldn’t. I wanted to know what they were thinking. Even if what they were thinking didn’t align with my thoughts at the time. I had a feeling that was the only way the mates—plural—thing could work.
“Can we drop it now? I thought maybe we might talk about dessert instead.” Because the heaviness the conversation had taken was not where I wanted to be headed. We had plenty of time for real life. This was date night—our first date night—and I wanted it to end on a better note.
“Did you want us to order another?” Randy got up, all ready to do just that.
“Sit down, mate. I was thinking of another kind of dessert, the kind that ends with me filled with your cum and wearing your mark.” I laid it all out there. We had been dancing around the mating, and it was time to give in. We were meant for each other. Not a one of us had a single solitary doubt from what I could gather, and delaying it was driving me bonkers. It had to be the same for them. The way our scents called to each other was palpable. We were ready. Our bears were ready. So what if our life circumstances weren’t perfect for it? It wasn’t like they would ever be.
“Are you sure?” Randy asked tentatively.
“More than I have been about anything ever. I need you, alphas. I need you to make me yours in all ways. I need to wear your marks and for you to wear mine. I need your knots. I need us to complete our mating, and then...then I need us to forage as bears so I can feed you. For some reason, my bear is demanding that.”
Which made no sense. None. That was a very alpha thing to do. My bear didn’t give a shit.
“You would feed us?” Titus said in awe, and I nodded. “You are going to be an amazing papa one day, and you already are an amazing mate even if you change your mind by the time we get home.”
As if that could happen.
“Oh, I thought we would do it right here,” I sassed. No way in heck I’d be mated in a restaurant with people watching our every move to make sure our water goblets didn’t get a half an inch of water missing from them before refilling them.
“Har har. Home?” Randy stood and held out his hand to me.
“Is where you both are. But, yes, let’s get to our bed and get it all sweaty.”
Both of my alphas growled at that. I was a lucky bear to be sure.