Caught Between Three Billionaire Tycoons - Willa Hart Page 0,52

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“I feel so different,” he said in amazement.

“Me too.” Zavier grinned. “But check out Daire. It’s the first time in years he hasn’t looked like he’s going to a funeral.”

“Oh, shut up.” My tone was light, there was nothing nasty in it.

When we opened the door and walked inside, Whitney turned to us with a wide smile.

“Guys, I was getting worried!” She ran over to us, throwing her arms around all three. Her scent was sweet and soft, her body warm against us. For a few seconds we stood quietly, feeling the emotions that thickened around us.

“Something is different.” She stepped back, looking at us carefully. “I mean, you all look more comfortable with each other, but it isn’t just that.” She frowned a little.

I shook my head. “Time enough for that. How are those beautiful cubs?”

We came in, shutting the door against the chill. Egan and Adara were by the fire, finishing hot chocolate. We sat and played with them until Adara’s head fell to my shoulder and Egan yawned, jaws wide as a tiger’s.

I picked up Adara, loving her little smile as she snuggled against my chest. Aleksy picked up Egan, and we all headed upstairs.

The sense of togetherness only got stronger as we crowded into the room. We put the kids down in their bed, getting them tucked in. Their little smiles tugged at my heart and I felt something welling inside me, something bigger than me.

Instinct. These cubs were not of my blood, but I had been bound to them by blood. They were part of me now, and they always would be.

Zavier settled down with a story book, sitting on the edge of the bed. Whitney took a big bean bag near the bed and I settled beside her, Aleksy on her other side.

We reached behind her back, joining our hands so she could lean against us. My hand gripped Aleksy’s, and I didn’t need to see his face to know we were both wearing identical smiles.

I had heard of this pact before, in some of our oldest stories. I thought it had been exaggerated, as most old stories were. I now understood that this bond was deeper than blood and bone. It joined our spirits and made us responsible for each other.

I couldn’t really explain it, but a great weight had lifted from within me. I was free. I was with my mate and she would be with me forever. I didn’t resent the others; I was pleased to have them helping me. All that mattered was Whitney and making her happy. Three men could do that far better than one.

She snuggled into us and we closed tighter around her. She was loose, comfortable, and relaxed in our arms. The energy shifting between us had affected her. She wasn’t afraid. She was full of trust and curiosity. There was a scent of passion in her and the excitement in me grew as I realized she was thinking about us and getting aroused.

“The three bears.” Zavier grinned, starting the story. I thought his voice would lull me to sleep, but not with Whitney’s body pressed so close to mine. I couldn’t sense any hesitation in her, no fear at all. When I looked down into her face, all I could see was eagerness.

The children murmured softly, making comments on the story. Soon, Adara’s little voice faded away as she fell asleep. Egan fought much harder, trying to sit up and ask questions but eventually lying down and drifting away as Zavier’s voice continued melodically through the story.

As Zavier put the book down, there was a moment of intensity. All of us knew what would happen next, but the anticipation kept us still.

It was Whitney who stood. Our queen, our goddess. We all rose as if pulled by a string. She grinned and winked, saying nothing. Her body language said it all.

We followed her, like some kind of midnight procession. She was our bride. It had been marked now by the mountain, and that was the most sacred and holy of bonds.

She turned, walking backwards into Zavier’s room to beckon us forward. How did she know his room had the largest bed? It didn’t matter. She sat down on the edge of the bed, watching us with dark, glinting eyes. Zavier pulled out a few beeswax candles and lit them, the sweet scent filling the air. When we turned off the light, silver moon beams played through the window against the glow of flame.

Whitney