I told them they can court me. Maybe we should start there so I’ll have time to think about it, get to know them better to decide whether I want to spend so much time with them while trying to conceive.
“Do you need a decision right away?” I ask, turning first to Mason, then to Alex, before finally turning my attention to Desmond.
The alpha is too damn sweet. I swear he blushes a bright pink any time I show him any attention at all.
“Of course not,” Des says with a sweet smile.
“You agreed to allow us to court you. We can use that time to get to know each other,” Alex says, drawing my attention to him. “And give me time to –”
“Alex,” Mason barks, causing my body to tense. He didn’t bark an order yet my body was ready to obey when he wasn’t even talking to me.
“What?” Alex says with a smirk. “I was just going to say it would give me time tospoilhim.”
Except the way he says the word and winks at me is proof he was substituting for the word seduce.
Not that it would take much from him.
Or the other two for that matter.
Even now as we sit and discuss life changing matters, I’m fighting the impulse to lean into Desmond’s side or Mason’s. I want them to drape their arm over my shoulders and pull me against their side, to nuzzle their cheek against mine, to purr away the anxiety that continuously tries to take over.
“Something else I want to discuss with you,” Mason says, drawing my attention back to the pack lead. “Is it possible to talk you into staying here with us?”
“If I agree to…” I wave my hand in the air instead of coming out and saying if I agree to let them breed me.
His face remains stoic. I suppose he’s had this conversation more times than I would like to hear. Though I have no right to be jealous they’ve approached other omegas – and possible betas – with the same proposition.
“I assume you put out the offer to bid on your heat because the time is near. Stay with us, let us at least help you through so you’re safe and comfortable. There are only betas who work inside the house, the alpha guards remain outside. It will only be the three of us with you, no risk of anyone within these walls being sent into rut or attempting anything without your consent.”
My nose wrinkles and the skin between my brows creases. This is by far the least sexy conversation I’ve ever had involving fucking me through my heat.
Yeah, of course I would prefer to be safe and well taken care of during my cycle, but I’d also like to know I’m not the only one enjoying myself.
“I’d be happy to forward the appropriate payment to your account so you won’t feel as though you’ve lost out on any other offers. Even if, after allowing us to court you, you decide carrying a child isn’t the best choice for you,” Mason says, as though he’s reading my thoughts.
Although, I’m sure my face and scent are speaking volumes.
Even with his kindness, I can’t shake the sting of feeling like a paid fantasy.
Actually, I suppose that is kind of what I’ve been doing and plan to do again. So many alphas have paid for my company, paid to experience sex with an omega.
And I’d put up an ad, allowing alphas and packs to bid on spending that time with me, to fuck me through the pain and fever.
With a heavy sigh, I lean forward and reach for one of the drinks sitting on the coffee table, not so much because I’m thirsty but more to give my hands something to do rather than fidget.
I flinch lightly when Mason takes the bottle of water from my hands and unscrews the lid before handing it back to me.
Something inside me softens. It’s been a long time since anyone took care of me, even with something so small.
“Okay,” I say before I really think it through.
Mason’s brows lower slightly.
“I’ll stay until after my heat. We’ve got about a week before preheat starts, and I’ll decide by then. I am on birth control, butI’ve always required my lovers to use protection. I’m happy to be tested if you’d like, for your own peace of mind.”
“I’m not worried. And, though I assured you the three of us haven’t been with another since we bonded twelve years ago, we are also willing to get tested if that would make you more comfortable,” Mason says in that stuffy, obviously educated way he speaks.
I wave his offer away.
