It’s a whine, and my wiggling only gets worse when Max and Bastien come to stand on either side of me, their nostrils flaring.
“Fuck the food,” Nik growls with a lick. “I vote we eat you instead.”
His words pull a gush of slick from my channel, and I shift restlessly. Nik continues to drop soft kisses on my skin, making me squirm until he wraps his hands gently around my arms, holding me in place. Holding me open for them.
A flash of fear makes me pause, and Nikolai lets go immediately. “Shit, little bird, I’m sorry.”
“No.” Shaking my head, I settle back against him. “I know where I am, Nik. It’s okay.”
His hands settle against my skin once more, and I breathe deeply, inhaling the scents rising in the room, so deep that I can almost taste them on my tongue.
“I might have some issues with food,” I lick my lips, “but I’d have no issues with deep-throating some apple pie right now.”
Max growls as I slide a look at him from under my lashes. “I won’t say that didn’t make me hard as a rock, love, but no pie for you until you’ve eaten some real food.”
My stomach gurgles at that exact moment, and Luc comes to stand in front of me with a knowing smirk.
“We’re going to play a game, brat.” He traces his fingers down the softness of my dress, grazing my breasts. I try to push myself into his hand, but Nikolai’s grip is firm, and I hiss in displeasure.I already don’t like this game.
“I’m going to feed you.” Luc lifts a strawberry to my mouth and carefully applies the juice to my lips like he’s painting them. I lick my lips, gathering the sweet tartness on my tongue. “And if you do as you’re told, then you’ll get a treat.”
Oh.Maybe I might like this game.
I wriggle my hips. “I can be good.”
Nik groans behind me, and I bite my lip as his cock swells underneath my ass. “Fighting dirty, little bird.”
His voice sounds strained, and I shift my face to him, grinning as I grind down over his length and he swears. “Well, I’m glad I’m not the only one suffering here.”
My smugness lasts for approximately ten seconds, right up to the second that I hear a snip and swivel my head to see Luc on his knees, cutting up my dress with a pair of scissors. “Luc!”
Mortified, I’m helpless to do anything but watch as he cuts up the full length of my dress, gradually revealing my naked skin to the heated eyes of my pack. Luc sets the scissors aside and gives me a savage grin, before he takes the sides of my dress and yanks, tearing the rest until it flutters either side of me. My nipples peak at the cool bite of the air, and my head falls back to Nikolai’s shoulder as he nuzzles my hair. Just having their eyes on me, knowing that my body is completely in their hands…fuck. I have zero issues with that. Heat travels through my body, sparking my nerve endings until my hips shift, already seeking relief.
“Get on with it,” I moan to Luc, and he holds up a small piece of chicken. “Open wide, brat.”
Glaring at him, I obediently open my mouth and he pops the small piece past my lips, making sure to graze his fingers along them as he withdraws. I narrow my eyes as I chew and swallow. I wait for the nausea, the itching that comes with eating any sort of food that isn’t OC-approved, but nothing happens. I suck in a breath and look up at Luc.
“You doing okay?” His eyes are soft, and I nod. “More,” I breathe, and a satisfied smile stretches across his face. “Not yet. First, your reward.”
“My reward?” I can’t take my eyes off my dark alpha as he takes some strawberry off the plate. “Turns out I’m quite hungry too,” he offers nonchalantly, and I gasp when he presses the cold fruit to my nipple. He rubs the fruit back and forth across it, encouraging them into hard pebbles that sting with sensitivity. The cream Bastien gave me has helped, and when Luc presses his mouth to my breast, the only thing I feel is pleasure. Tipping my head back, I squirm desperately as he sucks on one, before switching to the other and abruptly pulling back.
Fuck. They’re going to kill me.
“Luc” I whine, but he only holds up a grape, his eyebrow raised. Dutifully, I open my mouth and he slides in the sweet fruit, waiting until I open my mouth to show him I’ve finished.
“Good girl,” Max purrs, and my eyes practically roll back in my head. He takes a step forward, swiping another piece of chicken from the plate. “You like being our good girl, don’t you, sweetheart?” Max murmurs, as I chew down the meat. Any hesitation on my part has vanished, my mind focused only on getting them to ease the yearning in my body. My core clenches again at his words, and I nod, my eyes wide as he slides his hand down to my curls, his fingers tugging at them until I twist, nearly knocking Nikolai off balance.
“Eat the rest,” Max purrs, “And we’ll show you how good girls get rewarded.”
I wriggle and pant my way through the rest of the food without complaint until Luc lifts it up, showing me the empty plate triumphantly.
“Look at that, brat,” he smirks, his green eyes glittering. “You get full marks.”
I bare my teeth at him. “Reward now, please.” Fuck the food. I’m going to implode if they don’t touch meright fucking now.
Max lifts my chin up as Nik holds my arms in his gentle grasp. “You’re going to eat,” he demands. “And we’ll play this game as many times as we need to, but you are going to eat at least three square meals a day. Promise me.”
“I promise!” In desperation, I try to rub myself over Nikolai, but the angle isn’t right and I let out a frustrated cry. “Please!”
