They were the words I needed. I let out a small sob, my emotions bubbling to the surface.
“I love you so fucking much,” he whispers, and I freeze in his arms.
He loves me.
Killianlovesme.
“Isn’t it obvious?” He murmurs, as if sensing my surprise. “I’d burn the world down for you. In fact, I kind of already did.”
I huff out a laugh, my face still buried in his chest.
Deep down, I think I already knew.
Brock, Dylan, and Killian all love me.
And I love them, too.
“Let me claim you,” he whispers. “Tie myself to you, forever. Please. My heart and soul are already yours. Let me mate you.”
“Of course,” I choke out, stepping out of his hold. “That was the plan.”
His grin is so brilliant it makes my heart stutter.
He turns on the water, and once steam billows from the shower, he opens the glass door for me.
I stand under the stream, soaking my hair and body, washing away the week’s trauma.
I close my eyes and wash away the past.
There’s movement from behind me, and Killian’s chiseled chest presses against my back, his piercings scraping my skin.
“Let me take care of you, Omega,” he murmurs, his hands massaging my shoulders.
I nod, more than willing to be taken care of in this moment.
My defenses are down, and I entrust Killian with my safety.
His hands are gentler than I imagined they could be as he rubs shampoo into my scalp and rinses soap from my body.
God, I missed him.
Alpha cares for us!
Arousal pools in me, and a primal need tugs at my chest.
I need his soul tangled with mine.
After I’m clean, I turn around to marvel at his body.
His cock with its metal piercing juts out from his body, and I don’t waste another minute.
I run soap down his muscled chest, my fingers dancing along his tattoos, and he hisses.
“Fuck,” he groans. “Touch me, Olive.”
I step closer until his cock is hard against my stomach and reach down to grip him.
He jolts at my touch, a low growl escaping him.