Right now he still smelled too good for his heat to have passed completely. My dick should be so sore it couldn’t move, but smelling Jonah, I was still hard and had to fight the urge to get closer.
Graham inhaled deeply and I could see desire start to build again. “No, he’s exhausted. Remember?”
Trying not to get too close and get caught in the same pheromone trap, I inched close enough to nudge his leg. “He needs to sleep.”
And so did Graham.
Just not next to Jonah until I was sure we wouldn’t push his heat to keep going. “I promise we won’t leave him long.”
Even ten minutes would probably be enough to let the second pill finish taking effect.
“But he—”
Fighting to come up with a compromise, I interrupted him. “I know.”
I had a feeling most of Graham’s issue was wanting Jonah to know we hadn’t left him in case he woke up. I agreed completely, but we were still making it hard for his body to deal with the last of the heat hormones rushing through him. “The journal. We were going to give him the journal as soon as he woke up, remember? I’ll leave it on the bed next to him. That way he’ll see it if he wakes up.”
Jonah knew we would never leave him…but Graham wasn’t thinking straight at the moment, and I couldn’t remember when he’d eaten last either. “He’ll see the journal.”
It’d always been meant for our omega.
Over the past month I’d tried to find the right way to give it to him, but the moment was never romantic enough. It had to be just right. When Graham slowly nodded and looked over at the nightstand, I knew the timing wouldn’t get any more perfect.
Walking around the bed, I pulled out the battered journal I’d started to keep right after I’d finally made Graham realize we were meant to be together. Setting it on the bed, I smiled as Graham slowly eased away from our sweet omega.
I’d always known we would find him one day. Yes, there were times I’d been frustrated that it was taking so long to find our perfect match, but I’d never doubted. Seeing Jonah’s exhausted body curled up in our bed with our scent all over him, the love inside me was almost overwhelming.
When Graham’s arms wrapped around me, I smiled and leaned back into his arms. “Will he think it’s silly?”
Graham chuckled, hugging me tighter. “He’s going to love getting a glimpse of the delightful ass who started thinking about him all those years ago.”
“Aww, you’re so sweet.” I smiled as he kissed my neck, nibbling gently. “I just wanted him to know that he’s been a part of our life from the very beginning.”
“He knows.” Graham kissed me again, that time tenderly. “The journal just gives him something to hold. He knows how much we love him and that we’ve always known he would make our family complete.”
I turned my head and kissed Graham. “I love you. Omega or not, I would have loved you no matter what, and I will love you forever.”
Graham smiled tenderly. “And I love you.” Then he looked at Jonah who was still sleeping so sweetly. “But having him with us…he was meant to be here.”
It was impossible to put into words, but he was always meant to be ours.
“He’s our omega.” I kissed Graham again and smiled down at Jonah. “He’s always going to be our omega.”
He was our omega to love and protect…our omega to hold close so he’d feel safe enough to reach for anything.
****
Jonah
I jerked awake, trapped and trying to shake a weird dream about being eaten by monsters during my heat. The room was dark except for a small light on the nightstand, and I had to smile. I really was trapped.
As my heart rate slowed to normal, I realized that Graham had his arm pinned over my chest, and for some reason, Russ was sleeping across my legs, holding a plate of peanut butter sandwiches like he’d fallen asleep right as he’d started to offer me one.
There was clearly a story, because the last thing I remembered was taking my second pill and Russ threatening me with no orgasms for a month if I didn’t eat thefucking protein bar. I had a strong memory of eating the foul-tasting bar just to keep Graham from decking him, but that was it.
Graham had me completely stuck, but there was just enough give in his hold that I managed to snag the plate and pull it closer. They seemed to need more sleep, but I was starving. As I chewed what was probably the best sandwich I’d ever eaten, I finally noticed the little book lying beside me.
I’d have left it alone, but the doodles on the plain front cover made it clear it was for “our omega,” which could only be me. Smiling, I snagged another sandwich and picked up what seemed to be a journal.
