10. Seymour

Chapter 10

Seymour

Kai wanted us, all three of us. And of course he wanted Dante and Gideon. That was a given. But hearing him say that he wanted me too—it meant the world to me. We had found this nice routine, but as time ticked on, I began to wonder if that part of our relationship wasn't meant to be.

From reading up on postnatal care I learned a lot, not only about the right nutrition for our mate, but how his body was healing. Giving birth wasn't a no-big-deal kind of thing. In passing it mentioned that some omegas lose their desire for their mates while their hormones balance out and their body is focused on more important things, like making milk for their babies. I didn't know if that played into it also, but if he never wanted that part of a relationship with me, I would be fine with that.

Okay, maybe not fine so much as I would make it work. But then tonight, he'd completely opened up the discussion, and now all I could think about was getting him naked, and best of all, he was thinking the same about us.

My hands fidgeted at my sides. Kai's confessions should've been a dream come true, but they left me feeling as though I were fumbling in the dark, reaching for something just beyond my grasp, unsure of what to do next. So I did what I always did when this feeling of not quite feeling like I belonged hit; I became quiet and watched the scene unfold.

"Hey, Seymour, you've been awfully quiet." Dante took my hand. "Everything alright?"

There it was—the gentle nudge I needed. Cognitively I knew I needed to not be so worried about speaking up, that I was one of them. But until I marked Kai, I had a feeling that wasn't going to happen.

My throat felt tight, but I pushed past it. "Yeah, it's just... I'm a bit over my head here," I managed to say, my voice a half-whisper that sounded more like a plea for understanding than the confession it was meant to be.

I turned to Kai. "I mean, Kai... we haven't even kissed yet."

Admitting it and seeing the warm smile he gave back to me released the tension in my shoulders. Why had I allowed myself to be so worried? There was no need. Kai was my mate, and fate didn't make mistakes.

Kai's hand, outstretched and inviting, sent a jolt of anticipation through me. Our eyes locked, and he held my entire attention.

"Let's not worry about the dishes."

Not that they'd even crossed my mind.

"Bedroom?"

I nodded, feeling like I was floating as I placed my hand in his.

Halfway to the bedroom, Kai stopped abruptly, his grip tightening around my hand. "Fuck this," he muttered under his breath before turning and pulling me into him. My back hit the wall with a soft thud, and then his lips were on mine. Tentative at first, as if he were asking a question, one he must've found the answer to because his kiss deepened.

I melted into him, turned on by the way he took what he wanted. My hands found their way to his hair, weaving through it and holding him to me. Kai pressed closer, his need palpable, and I felt myself respond with need that mirrored his own, his cock hard and ready.

But then it ended, leaving me gasping for air, my lips tingling from the intensity of the kiss, body already missing him.

"Damn," Dante's voice broke the silence that had enveloped us. He looked from Kai to me, an eyebrow raised in playful curiosity. "How was it?"

The corners of Kai's mouth lifted in a smirk. "There's only one way to find out." He beckoned Dante closer with a crooked finger.

Dante stepped forward, closing the gap between us and taking the spot that Kai had once occupied. I found myself caught in another magnetic pull. This time, Dante's lips claimed mine. His kiss was a different kind of amazing—confident, commanding, yet tender. He explored my mouth until my knees nearly gave and stepped aside, a knowing smile on his face.

That was two, but there was one more hottie in the room. Was I brave enough? I turned to Gideon, my voice barely a whisper but laced with an unmistakable desire. "Gideon, may I... Can we..."

My words might not have formed complete thoughts, but Gideon heard them loud and clear. He stepped closer, tilted my chin up, and his lips found mine.

Like with the other two men, this kiss was different, almost like a blend of the two. Gideon's mouth moved against mine with a reverence and raw need. My body responded instinctively, my cock begging to be set free as the kiss deepened.

When we finally parted, the air between us was electric, and my heart raced. The last remnants of my awkwardness dissipated.

"Shall we continue this somewhere more comfortable?" Kai's voice, thick with lust, wrapped around me.

But just as we turned toward the bedroom, a soft stir from Albie's crib snagged my attention. "Wait," I said, suddenly feeling the pull of responsibility amidst the haze of passion. "I'll check on him. You guys go ahead, and when I get there, I expect you naked."

Kai, Gideon, and Dante exchanged a look that was equal parts amusement and arousal before they disappeared into the bedroom.

I gave myself a few seconds to catch my breath and went over to Albie's crib, where the little one had settled back into slumber, his chest rising and falling in the steady rhythm that I'd spent hours watching, unable to take them off the wonder that was new life. He must've been caught in the tail of a dream, a fleeting whimper all there was.

Wanting to be sure, I watched over him for a minute longer, and when he didn't so much as stir again, I tiptoed away from him and toward where the others awaited. I made my way to the bedroom, my pulse quickening with each step.

As I entered, the sight that greeted me, gods, it was magnificent—Kai, Gideon, and Dante, skin bare and bodies ready for more, were climbing into bed.

Their eyes lifted to meet mine, heavy with desire and invitation, as I stood there, momentarily arrested by the tableau before me.

"Looks like it's my turn to strip."

"Your turn… yes." Kai licked his lips.

Starting with my shirt, I unbuttoned each fastening achingly slow, exaggerating every motion. If they were going to watch, I wanted them to enjoy it. The fabric parted to reveal my chest, and I let the shirt hang from my fingers before giving it a little twirl and tossing it aside.

My movements were more awkward than those of a seasoned performer, but the chuckles from my men told me they were entertained, their eyes never strayed from me, encouraging me to continue with my impromptu show.

Next came my belt, which was more fumbling than sexy, but when I attempted to hide it with a wiggle of my hips, Dante bit his lip to stifle a laugh, and it no longer mattered that I wasn't well trained or stage worthy. He was enjoying himself. They all were.

Piece by piece, I rid myself of my garments until there was nothing left to remove.

"Come here." Dante patted the bed. "Join us.

He didn't need to ask me twice. I jogged over and fell into bed with them, lips and hands finding my body as the mattress sank beneath my weight.