Chapter 14: Cinnamon Rolls

Onyx:

Drifting peacefully through the darkness enveloped in ivory, sandalwood, and fresh spruce mixed with a warming, mellow smoky scent. Shifting softly into the plush cloud-like bedding, feeling a tender ache through my body.

BANG!!...THUD..THUD,THUD…

“SHIT!” Three timbered voices shouted in panic, rolling over giggling softy against the soft pillows with a large yawn and stretch.

“JESUS! Can you be any louder?” Birgir grumbled lowly from the living room as Davyn and Mikkel exhaled darkly.

“Quit acting like we did it on purpose.” Mikkel grunted as the hollow sound of logs, plunked softly in the fireplace.

“Yeah Birgir, maybe if you stopped being “Suzy Home-maker” and actually held the door, we wouldn’t have dropped the logs. Asshole!” Davyn hissed darkly, sliding from the bed reaching for the plush robe draped over the foot of the bed.

The warm, homey hardwood cradling my feet as I slipped into the bathroom. Catching a quick glimpse in the mirror of my disheveled hair, finger marks, scratches, and my newly completed mating mark with three dragons circling the purple symbol on my left breast muscle.

“Morning gorgeous.” Davyn leaned on the doorframe, wiping his hands on the dish towel draped over his shoulder.

“Morning.” I signed with a large smile, brushing my matted locks as Mikkel and Birgir appeared behind Davyn with a bright glimmer in their eyes.

“How you feeling?” Mikkel spoke softly as he pointed to sit in front of the mirror.

His soft, warm lips traced gently along my cheek as his large, warm hand slipped the brush from my hand with a wink.

Feeling his agile fingers, slipping smoothly through my tangled nest as the brush passed over them with a slight tug, but halted by his soft palm.

“I feel great. A little tender, but great.” My hands signed with a bright smile as the three “Hunks” stared at me with amazement.

Birgir tilted my chin upwards, tasting the soft hint of sweetness mixed with a rich roast of coffee as his lips caressed mine gently with a soft grumbling purr.

Davyn kissed along my collarbone, exposing my mark to the mirror more visibly as Mikkel helped me stand with a soft kiss to my neck.

“So much for being tender.” I laughed silently, feeling my body erupt into a frenzy of swirling heat as the temperature increased in the bathroom.

“Come on. Breakfast, then we have a surprise for you later tonight.” Birgir laughed darkly, dragging me gently behind him as Davyn and Mikkel gave my ass a firm squeeze.

Stepping out into the living room, smelling bacon, eggs and fresh fruit arranged neatly on the island as the rich aroma of dark roast, wafted seductively along my nostrils.

“Coffee!” I smiled brightly with my hands as Birgir led me to the cozy blue denim sofa with a soft wink as the trio went to work preparing my coffee and breakfast.

Their gorgeous smiles, warmed the already cozy cabin into a radiant warmth in my heart. Davyn handed me a steaming mug of coffee as Mikkel sat down the tray of breakfast on the coffee table.

Birgir pulled out the final surprise from the oven, smelling warm cinnamon.

“He only makes his famous “Cinnamon Rolls” for special occasions.” Mikkel leaned to my ear with a husky timber, choking softly on my coffee as my eyes trailed over the trio.

“So, what’s this surprise?” I signed happily as I shoved a piece of bacon into my mouth, tasting the subtle tang of maple burst gently along my tongue.

“That’s why it’s called a “surprise”.” Davyn smirked behind his mug of coffee with a wink.

“Careful, these are still hot.” Birgir smiled warmly as he sat down a tray of huge cinnamon rolls that would be considered a meal themselves.

They sat on the floor at the edge of my feet, halting my movement to join them with gentle hands.

“You relax.” Mikkel smiled as he handed me a piece of cinnamon roll with fresh cream cheese frosting drizzled along the top.

“Yeah, because you’ll need your strength for later.” Birgir smiled with an evil smirk sipping his steaming mug of coffee.

“You three are “Evil” I tell you.” I laughed softly as my hands pointed at the three with a playful wink, pulling a piece of the gooey goodness from the plate.

The mixture of cinnamon sugar, and the sweet cream cheese frosty had me seeing stars as it slid warmly down my throat. Low grumbling grunts had me smiling as I followed the gooey bite with a swig of coffee.

“She keeps smiling like that, and we will not make it to the surprise.” Mikkel smirked as his head dropped back against the sofa, looking at me with that boyish smirk that ignited the inferno into a blazing wildfire.

Rolling my eyes playfully, tapping his forehead with my fingers as I remembered yesterday, right before I shifted.

“Question, Who’s Kano and Zek?” I signed recalling the names spoken, before the guys went into the study with Pap and Drogo.

Angry scowls took over their warmth as they looked at me with a deep concern laced across their faces.

“BASTARDS!” Davyn slammed his fist into the floor with a heavy huff of smoke from his nostrils.

“Angel, we are still investigating them, and we only know they’re “Evil” sons of bitches.” Mikkel turned slightly to place his hand on my calf that was tucked up under my ass.

Birgir scoffed with a heavy eye roll as Davyn exhaled deeply, slowly relaxing with a heavy snarl.

“You know more than you’re telling me, but I will let it slide this time only.” I signed with a stern glare at each one as I sipped on my coffee, pulling another piece of gooey goodness.

“Deal.” All three sounded firmly as we went back to enjoying our breakfast.

Watching Birgir smack Mikkel’s hand as he cut the cinnamon rolls into smaller proportions, handing a plate over with a confident smile.

How did I end up with three “Fucking” hotties?

I silently laughed as I sat back enjoying my coffee and full stomach, examining each one with his own identity in the trio.

Birgir was brash and straight-forward with a short temper but was gentle and soft-hearted. He was the definition of cut-throat, kick-ass first then take names later.

Davyn was hot-headed, quick to put his fist or foot up someone’s ass. He was a weird combination of forceful and gentleness, but soft-hearted like Birgir.

Mikkel was the gentle giant of the trio with his goofy temperament, and lack of filter. He always spoke straight from the heart, no holding back.

Laughing behind my mug as their eyes gazed at me with that sultry glint, dancing wildly in their gazes.

“What you thinking, Baby?” Birgir refreshed his mug with a perked brow.

“How different you are, but similar.” I signed softly as Davyn topped off my coffee with a quick kiss to my cheek.

“True. Birgir is the hard-ass, Davyn is a raging Bull, and me, well I’m just rainbows and glitter.” Mikkel smiled brightly with a playful wink as Birgir and Davyn jumped on him.

The pile of laughter, elbows and flailing limbs had me laughing hysterically as they broke apart with a brotherly shove and playful shoulder fist.

“Curiosity, who’s the eldest?” I smiled softly pointing between the three with shit eating grins.

“That would be me, then Davyn and Birgir is technically the baby of the three.” Mikkel smiled evilly as he playfully ruffled Birgir’s hair into a tussled swirl of locks.

“Interesting. Exactly how old are you?” I held my finger up to my chin, tapping it in a thinking expression.

“Actually, we’re all the same age. Almost eighty-one.” Birgir huffed deeply as Davyn went to cover his mouth with a deep scowl.

“Huh?” I sounded with a weird rasp as the trio perked a brow in amusement.