Cian lifts his head, licking anything that may have escaped with a smug expression.
“We need to feed you,” he murmurs.
“Will you grab a butt plug for me, please?” Morgan asks.
“Mmm. Yeah,” Cian says, standing on wobbly legs as he moves to the toy cabinet to pick one. “We promised that you’d stay stuffed full of cum, Kevin. May as well show you that we keep our promises.”
Morgan pushes my face down on a clean section of the sheets before he pulls out of my ass, making me gasp. Quickly, the wide plug begins to be pushed inside of me and I groan at the stretch. It doesn’t matter that my hole is gaping slightly from being well used, I can still appreciate being filled again.
Cian grabs my hand and I gaze across at him as I squeeze it. His eyes are intense as he watches me take the plug, and I whine in annoyance as I see that he’s wearing a pair of pants.
“If I don’t cover up, I’ll definitely be fucking you again,” he explains. I have a bag of clothing to change into, and I wonder if they do as well. “Now relax so you don’t leak all over the kitchen chairs and I’ll start breakfast.”
Cian winks at me before releasing my hand and walking beyond the curtain that separates the room from the rest of the space.
“Is he for real?” I whisper to myself, my back arching from habit as Morgan finishes plugging me. Fuck, do I feel full.
My heat has officially run its course, and I feel deliciously boneless.
“That’s what I wonder too,” Morgan sighs. A crack across my ass cheek makes me clench on the plug, and I shudder with a small moan. “God, you’re so much fun. Up we go, time to get some answers.”
It’s hard to get upright, and my legs are still shaking once I do. They tried to get me to eat and hydrate, but I really am a brat while in heat. It’s why I was tentative about coming here. Who wants to deal with the hot mess I become when I lose myself to my heat?
Not once did Cian or Morgan complain. Tease me? Absolutely, and I loved every second of it. Now, reality is peeking her busy body nose into my affairs, and I really don’t like it.
I want to pull on something comfortable, but I don’t have a clue as to what. Morgan sees me standing in the middle of the room, staring into space, and he leaves for a second, before returning with a large hoodie. I would love to say that I’m that omega who is delicate enough to wear his alpha’s clothing, but I’m not.
Skeptical, I pull the hoodie over my head before pulling on a pair of fresh boxers and find that the hoodie actually fits and smells like Morgan.
“How?” I ask, confused. It’s huge.
“I didn’t realize they ran oversized when I ordered it,” he shrugs. “I decided to keep it because it’s perfect for bumming around the house. I also had some badly bruised ribs I was dealing with.”
“How did that happen?” I ask, following him out to the little kitchen.
“I jumped on them,” Cian grunts, sliding a plate of pancakes, fruit, and eggs to me on the kitchen table.
Sitting down heavily, my eyes widen as he also places maple syrup in front of me. Damn, they have this place well stocked.
“In my defense, he was sleeping with my wife,” Cian mutters, continuing to plate food.
Beginning to spiral, I wonder how the fuck this is supposed to work if he’s married.
“Kevin? Hey!” Cian calls out, suddenly in front of me, caging me with his body. “Which part are you freaking out about?”
“I vote that it’s the wife part,” Morgan mumbles.
“Oh. She’s dead,” Cian shrugs. “I need to start at the beginning. Okay, here’s the deal.”
Sitting in front of me, he leans forward. Blinking, I realize that I dissociated for long enough that Morgan and Cian both have plates of food in front of them.
“Eat,” they growl, glaring at each other.
Huffing out a laugh, I pick up my fork and begin to eat the eggs. They’re fluffy and delicious.
“Go on,” I drawl, wanting to hear it all.
“I was scent matched to someone years ago,” he begins. “I thought I could make her happy, but she left me with just a note that my life was too dangerous. What she didn’t tell me, is that I had a gorgeous baby girl.”
