They want to break the bond.
Tears prick my eyes as I scrub at my skin, forgoing the scent dampeners, but I fight them. I knew this was temporary.
No matter how badly my heart hurts, I have to remind myself over and over I knew exactly what I was getting into, I read their words, memorized them, knew stepping through the door of this house that I would someday be walking right back out.
I have at least a year before that day comes. Even if I’m pregnant right now, it’ll be nine to ten months before the child is born. And I can’t foresee these incredible alphas demanding I leave immediately after giving birth. Especially when they promised to take care of me even after giving them a child.
Clean and fresh, I drag the towel over my skin, then brush out my hair. I’m not going to bother drying it. I’m not sure how long it’ll be before the alphas walk through the door and I want this to appear natural, not like I’m trying.
Which, of course, I am. I’m desperately trying.
And really,reallytrying to get laid.
We haven’t even fucked since my heat. Two damn weeks without sex. I’ve jerked off so many times my hand and I have become intimately acquainted.
If nothing else, I’m going to ask if they’ll at least start sleeping with me in the pack bed. Sleeping surrounded by alpha pheromones will keep me settled and prevent my emotions from spiraling out of control.
As I rummage through a drawer in search of a silky pair of boxers that screameffortlesslyhot, I hear the garage door rumbling up.
Shit. I don’t want to appear desperate.
Grabbing a pair of black silk boxers, I yank them up my legs as I hop one legged across the room, through the door, and plop down on the couch in the living area. I don’t fully choose something to watch, simply aim the remote and hit play, stretching out on the couch and posing while trying my best to look like I’mnotposing.
I’m a fucking mess.
But hey…it’s not completely my fault. Or really my fault at all. Biology and all that bullshit.
Damn. I need to start working on cleaning up my language if I’m going to be bringing a tiny life into the world. Pretty sure the alphas wouldn’t appreciate their son or daughter walking around cursing.
The alphas might want to get their bedroom soundproofed, then. Because from what I can remember, Mason has afilthymouth when it comes to fucking.
Eyes glued to the TV without actually seeing it, I listen as the alarm is disarmed then rearmed, listen as their deep voices rumble as they move through the house.
Then listen as they pass my room and head to their own.
A whine swells in my chest and I nearly choke as I swallow it down. They could be heading to their rooms to shower or even simply change out of their suits. I need to see that as considerate since they’ll be carrying the scents of their employees and clients. If any of the individuals they came into contact with today were omegas, it could really set my instincts off.
Throwing an arm over my head, I prop up one knee, showcasing my thighs and chest while my damp hair soaks the pillow below me. Still going for the whole non-posing pose thing.
Doors close. The distant hum of showers makes it through my open door.
Then finally, steps move closer to my room.
Alex is the first one through, a smile stretching into a warm grin when he spots me.
I try so hard to remain cool and unaffected, but the man is wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants and the outline of his cock draws my attention straight to his crotch the same time slick coats my boxers.
Well, shit. Probably should have chosen a different pair. Because now, I’m going to have a wet butt and end up soaking the couch, as well.
Pretty sure the alphas considered everything when furnishing this room, so I’m sure the fabric is waterproof for scenarios such as this.
“Hey,” he says as he crosses the room.
I sit up to make room for him and smile back. “Hey.”I’m so glad you’re here. I missed you. I need snuggles. I need to be touched.
Why the hell don’t I simply say all that to him?
Because I don’t want to come off as needy or to make them think I believe the mark on my shoulder was anything other than a rut induced mistake.
