Chapter Fifteen

Harbor

I was the first one awake, snuggled between Ayelet and Magnus. I was the center of their sexy sandwich, but now I was on my back, both of them snuggled into my chest. It was absolutely breathtaking seeing them like this—so free, so relaxed, so mine. I didn’t even know how long I just watched them, listening to their breaths as they echoed each other in the elegance that was this suite.

Last night, I slept so well, better than I had in eons. An argument could be made that it was because I wasn’t on a plywood bed frame with egg crates for my mattress. But that wasn’t it. I was content, and my unicorn settled for the very first time in a long time. I didn’t even realize how off-kilter he’d been until I was marked by both my mates, and I marked them in return. There was this peace, this calmness, this completeness that came with our bond. It was everything, but also it was just the beginning. It was like a promise—a promise of the life that was to come, a life that apparently included beds the size of Nebraska.

I couldn’t even begin to fathom the amount of money Magnus had, if this was his hotel room. It was more than I’d ever seen, for sure. When we first came in here, it was fun and exciting to see it all. But now, in the light of day, I saw just how true that Jack Sprat comment had been. We were complete opposites in this, and I wasn’t sure I knew how to live this life.

“You’re thinking too loudly,” Magnus mumbled into my chest.

“Is that a thing? Can one think too loudly?”

He looked up at me, eyes sleepy. “Your heart started beating faster. Is there anything we can talk about?”

“No.”

He gave me the look, the one that said he didn’t believe me.

“Fine. I was just thinking about how wonderful last night was and how this hotel room is so not me.” And even if it was me, there was no way I’d have ever set foot in here on my own dime.

“It’s not me either,” he said, but I don’t think he meant it in the same way I did. This might not be his style, but it was within his budget. It wasn’t in the same county as mine.

“Everybody’s talking,” Ayelet mumbled, his eyes still closed. “Does that mean it’s time for breakfast?”

“Did you work up an appetite last night?” Magnus ran a finger down our gazelle’s arm.

“I think we all did.” A sweet smile crossed Ayelet’s face.

“Accurate.” Now that food was mentioned, I was more than ready to eat. Waking up with sexy men flanking me had distracted me from my hunger.

We got up and took a shower—together. The shower was large enough for all three of us to be comfortable and with the million and one showerheads, none of us had to deal with being the one with a cold ass.

Our intentions were to go in, wash up, and then eat. We accomplished that goal but with a long-ass detour in the middle. But it had to be expected. I had two hot alphas, naked, under unlimited running water. No omega in my position would’ve let that opportunity go to waste.

Magnus offered to order us room service, but I didn’t want that. It wasn’t that I didn’t love the idea of having amazing food delivered to us. I did, but also, I wasn’t ready to share these two wonderful men with anyone yet, not even for the short time it would take to drop off some food. I was selfish and wanted them all to myself.

So instead, we dug through the kitchen to see what food had been stocked and what we could make from it. I’d never had someone decide what groceries I’d have at my place, not as an adult. I didn’t think I’d like it, but Magnus acted as if it was normal. And I supposed that for him it was.

The pantry had the typical items. There was fancy granola, oatmeal, basic spices. Nothing that called to us.

In the fridge, there was remarkably a lot, but at the same time, nothing. There were cheeses I had never heard of, multiple different milk-type products for coffees, and a bunch of fancy little meats that were, I guess, charcuterie-type snacks. I didn’t know, but in the end, we found a nice loaf of French bread on the counter and opted to make French toast.

It was quick, easy, and delicious. I’d never had it with this kind of crusty bread, but I figured as long as we let it soak in the egg mixture a little longer than normal, it would be good. If not, we could fall back on the call-room-service plan.

We divided the tasks and worked together to create our first meal as mates. Our first meal together, period.

I was in charge of slicing the thick bread, while Ayelet mixed up the eggs and milk. Surprisingly, we didn’t have any vanilla, but there was some cinnamon, and we called that good enough. Magnus, he was the grill master, cooking them up till they were nice and crispy, soft but not mushy.

We grabbed a box of cherries and mixed berries, threw on a pot of coffee, and were ready for breakfast.

It was such a normal activity in such an extravagant place. And that normalcy had me realizing I was making a mountain out of nothing. It didn’t matter that he was rich and I wasn’t, or that Ayelet and I had hooves and Magnus had wings, or that I had a horn, or Magnus had fire.

None of that made a bit of difference because we were mates—were meant to be and everything was how it should be.