Omega Bound
Ronan whispers, barely audible, doesn't push me away, and doesn't break contact.
Fenir inhales sharply at the curve of his neck, right there where something pulses.
A low purr vibrates from my chest, sounding softer, only Ronan hears it, his eyes widen slightly, but to everyone, I'm sure it looks too intimate, too wrong for two Alphas.
Somewhere above us, someone whispers, “What the hell…”
Dax's voice, disbelieving, Finn says nothing at all.
I don’t move.
Fenir doesn't posture. He settles slowly. My hand lingers at Ronan's waist longer than it should, like it belongs there.