Accidentally Mated To Four Alphas-Chapter 257: _ All To Himself

The atmosphere gets sensationally tense the moment Heidi moves. Morgan feels it before he sees it. The bond tightens like a wire pulled too fast, the room suddenly gets too small, too warm, and too aware of every breath. Grayson stiffens beside him, which only makes Morgan grind his molars harder.

Fuck, Heidi shouldn’t move like that. She shouldn’t smile like that. She definitely shouldn’t look at them like that. But she does and he would hate to want to fuck her when she has a darn court hearing awaiting her in two days.

"How did it go?" she had asked.

Morgan opens his mouth to respond but nothing comes out because his eyes and mind are somewhere else.

Grayson clears his throat like he’s choking on air. "Uh—good. It went... really good, actually."

Heidi is still for a moment before the meaning of Grayson’s words really hits her.

"What?" she breathes. "Wait... really?"

Morgan finally finds his voice, slipping easily back into the version of himself everyone expects. As in, being the guy with the easy grin, the relaxed posture, the guy who never looks like he’s planning murder three steps ahead.

"Oh yeah," he says lightly, leaning against the dresser like this is no big deal and not the single most volatile moment of his week. "Sierra’s fingerprints were a clean hit. We had to do some paperwork, logs, all that boring cop stuff."

Her breath rises.

For half a second, she just stares at them like she doesn’t trust reality not to yank this away. Then she laughs. It’s a sharp, disbelieving sound and it breaks something open in the room.

"Oh my God," she says. "Oh my God... you’re serious."

Grayson nods, smiling widely, relief pouring off him. "It’s real. This helps. A lot."

That’s all it takes for everything to fall apart, albeit, in the best way possible.

The sheet slips finally off of her as she launches herself forward, arms wrapping around them both with zero hesitation, and zero awareness of consequences. She smells like lavender and warmth and relief so strong it almost hurts.

Morgan stiffens. Grayson laughs, startled with arms coming up automatically to catch her. And Morgan..:

... Morgan loses his grip on the edge of sanity by exactly one inch.

The bond surges inside of him like a tide rushing in all at once, flooding his chest, his throat, his thoughts. The demon core seems to have amplified every bit of his own core... including his sex drive. He wonders for a second if Heidi would be able to handle being fucked every morning, afternoon, and night by a wolf with a demon core after they marry.

What he’s sure of is the possessive constricting his chest. Mine. Heidi’s mine, he whispers to himself.

He clamps down on it instantly. Outwardly, he just chuckles, one arm coming around her back like this is casual, like he isn’t cataloging every place she touches them.

"Easy there, killer," he jokes. "We didn’t cure cancer."

She pulls back just enough to look at him, eyes shining. "You saved me."

Something dark twists in his gut at that.

Grayson squeezes her a little tighter, warm and earnest. "We had your back. Always."

She looks between them and the bond flares again, softer this time. Her fingers curl into Morgan’s shirt without her realizing it. That’s when he knows they’re already past the point of pretending this is nothing. The room goes quiet in that way that isn’t silence, but awareness.

Morgan feels Grayson hesitate.

Good. The lead belongs to him.

So, he claims it. He leans in first, closing the space enough that she feels the choice before she makes it; damn the impending problem and have a good fuck.

His tone stays playful as he asks. "You okay? You look like you’re about to either cry or tackle us again."

She swallows. "I’m... okay."

He notes how her voice wobbles.

Grayson lifts a hand, brushing her knuckles gently, grounding. "We can stop. Anytime."

She shakes her head.

Morgan watches her carefully now. No jokes. No mask in his eyes, just intent hidden behind humor. "Hey," he says softly, nudging her chin up with one finger. "No pressure. We’re not going anywhere."

She exhales like he’s a stubborn child before she draws him by the collar and plants the most loving kiss on his lips. The kiss, unlike how quick and demanding Morgan thought it would be comes surprisingly slow and careful as though Heidi is telling him through the intimacy how grateful she is for him.

Or confessing her love to him.

He chooses to believe the latter.

Morgan immediately wraps his hands around her waist, exploring every curve of her back and ready to plant his hands on her boobs when she breaks the kiss to give Grayson’s cheek a peck then back again to him like she’s learning the shape of the bond through touch.

Now, that... breaking the special moment between them to share her affection with his brother makes jealousy curl Morgan’s chest. He nearly fists his hands if they weren’t busy loving her back.

But that’s okay, he thinks to himself. Very soon, this distraction called Grayson would die and he could finally have her all to himself.

Hence, he buries his jealousy with a grin, breaking the kiss just long enough to murmur, "Wow. Didn’t know good news came with bonuses."

She laughs breathlessly, forehead resting against his.

Grayson exhales, then leans in too, pressing a kiss to her temple, her jaw, tentative but sincere. The bond tightens again, wrapping around all three of them in a warm co-operation.

Morgan hates how right it feels. He hates that Grayson is here, sharing this, touching her like he belongs in this sacred union. But he had agreed to it. Darien made the rules and Morgan always plays the long game.

He slides his jacket off casually, draping it over the chair like he’s not stripping himself of armor. Grayson follows suit, slower, eyes flicking to Morgan like he’s checking for boundaries.

Typical of the brother with no sense of identity except for being nothing but his shadow, Morgan nearly laughs.

Instead, he flashes him a lazy grin. "Relax, sunshine. I don’t bite."

That’s a lie.