Jonah’s little sigh and nod were cute but not a real answer. We chuckled as he took a long breath like he was exhausted from his long answer. “We need words, Jonah. How do you see a relationship with your Doms?”
“Masters…” Jonah sighed and wiggled closer as he relaxed even more. “Want Masters.”
That was a better answer, but it only raised more questions. We waited for a few seconds before I gave up and questioned him. “Tell us what a Master is.”
He huffed and gave us a pout like we were punishing him by making him talk. He was so cute. “Masters are more…and time…not just sometimes.”
Masters were more?
Russ seemed better at deciphering Jonah speak. “Masters are in control more of the time? Is that how you’ve always pictured submitting?”
Ahh.
“Yes.” Jonah’s legs relaxed even more, spreading them temptingly. I wasn’t going to push far, but I let my fingers inch a little higher up his legs, making him moan again. “So good. Tired of being in charge.”
“What are you in charge of?” Russ’s question mirrored what I’d been thinking.
“Everyone.” Jonah sighed like he was exhausted. “Austin’s assistant and Dakota and Wade’s so sad lately…Bradley’s an asshole but love him.”
I had to hold back a bark of laughter.
“It sounds like you’ve been taking care of everyone.” Russ glanced over at me, whispering quietly. “Is he really Austin’s full-time assistant? He made it sound like he was just helping a little.”
I nodded, responding back just as softly. “I’m pretty sure he does more than he lets on. He downplays how much he helps, but every time I message him to meet he’s doing something for one of his friends. I’ve never been able to actually catch him when he’s focusing on his art.”
“That’s got to be hard.” Russ’s comment had me nodding.
The guys all seemed to be close and really were a family together, but aside from Jonah, none of them were laid back or go-with-the-flow people. It couldn’t be easy trying to constantly wrangle all the different personalities.
If what he really wanted was something closer to a Master, however he defined that, it had to be difficult being the one in charge all the time. Russ must have been going through a similar mental debate because his grip on Jonah’s neck tightened, making Jonah let out a low moan. “I bet you’re tired of being in control, aren’t you?”
Jonah’s response was closer to a purr than a real word, but his intention was clear. Jonah was done being the one who was holding it all together. Russ kissed his forehead as I massaged his legs deeper. “Would you like us to take control tonight? Let you release everything and fly?”
Jonah’s moan was pure sex and need.
Russ’s smile was tender but still a bit wicked. It was strange seeing him aim that smile at someone other than me. But as I watched him with Jonah, it slipped into place inside me like Jonah had always been there with us. This was what we’d been waiting years for, an omega who would help make our family complete.
Russ had always known we had enough love inside us to share it with our omega. I’d seen it in his family, but experiencing it firsthand was incredible.
Russ’s gaze met mine and he glanced down at Jonah’s lap. Following his line of sight, I couldn’t help but notice Jonah’s erection straining against the fabric of his pants. Looking back up, I shrugged at Russ. I wasn’t sure how far we should take it.
Part of me had internalized the lectures I’d been given as a kid so strongly that I worried we were going too fast and doing something wrong. I knew that wasn’t the reality. Jonah had proven more than willing to ask for what he wanted and explain what he needed. Especially once he started letting everything go. But it didn’t make taking the next step any easier.
Russ was wonderful. He had this innate sense of what I was thinking and what I needed…what we needed. Jonah was ours.
Smiling tenderly at me, he nodded, clearly ready to make the decision for all of us. He must have done something different with the hand that was gripping Jonah’s neck because Jonah started making low humming noises that radiated how much he loved whatever Russ was doing.
Russ loved it. Possession and desire dripped from his voice as he played with our sweet omega. “What do you want? What does our omega need? We told you that we wouldn’t push you faster than you were ready for, but I need to know what you want.”
Jonah whined quietly but started to lift his head, understanding that he had to give permission before anything could happen next. The effort it seemed to take made it clear how deeply he’d settled into the peace in his head. “Please.”
Okay, beautiful…but not enough information.
“Do you want us to touch you more intimately?” Russ moved his hand from Jonah’s neck as he lifted his head, settling it on Jonah’s chest. Stroking over the silky fabric, he kept Jonah grounded to his touch.
“Please, Masters.” Jonah’s gaze seemed slightly unfocused, but he’d done his best to make sure we knew he was processing the question. “I just…we need to…before…”
He was so sweet. “We need to talk before we make love?”
