“Tell me what you’d like as your reward, sweetheart,” Max strokes my hair back from my face, and I glare at him in frustration. “Apple pie!”
He grins darkly at me. “Here?” he asks, tracing his finger over my mouth. “Or here?” His hand swoops down, fingers sliding straight through my slick, the barest brush of my pussy as I buck. “There,” I beg. “Please, Max. It hurts.”
Max unbuckles his pants, releasing his long, curved cock as I sag back against Nikolai.Finally.
Nik moves me forward on his lap until he’s holding me up, his strong arms gripping the underside of my knees and holding me up to Max like an offering. I can’t move, can’t do anything but breathe heavily as Max slides his dick up and down my slit.
“Shit,” he breathes, his face dark. “You’re drenched, baby.”
Without another word, he surges inside me, pushing me back against Nikolai as I clamp down on him with a scream. He pulls out and pushes into me again, his cock filling me over and over until the kitchen is filled with the scent of us.
Luc pulls my face to him from Nikolai’s shoulder, and I stare at him wildly. “Suck, brat.” He slides two of his fingers into my mouth, and I wrap my tongue around them, sucking in the rhythm that Max and I have found. Luc groans as he slides them out, leaning in to kiss me deeply.
“Hold her still,” he tells Nik, and I lose sight of him as he moves away. Max shifts a little, and I cry out at the feel of something circling underneath where Max is still thrusting. Luc’s finger breaches the edge of my rim, testing my resistance before he slides his finger in as far as it’ll go.
I moan raggedly, my face turned into Nikolai’s shoulder, and he murmurs into my ear. “Let me hear you scream, little bird.”
I feel sofull. When Bastien steps forward, his fingers tugging gently at my breasts, I clench around Max’s hips. Bastien’s fingers move down to where Max and I are joined, Luc’s fingers still pushing and pulling gently inside my back entrance as my beta leans in and gently rubs against my clit before squeezing it between his fingers.
My vision goes white as Max bellows, his knot locking us together as every muscle in my body clenches, sparks setting my body alight in waves as I contract against him.
I barely feel Max leaning in, his arms wrapping around me tightly as he lifts me from Nik’s lap, careful to keep my body from pulling against his knot as he slides down against the wall. Burying my face in his shoulder, I move my body in small undulations, chasing the last of the sparks before they fade away and I’m left a trembling, exhausted omega held firmly on her alpha’s knot.
Heavy breathing fills the kitchen as we all take a moment to catch our breath. Max reaches up and strokes the back of my head. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m done,” I grumble. “You’ve finished me off.”
His body shakes with laughter underneath me, and I stay where I am as I feel his knot loosen.
Behind me, Bastien groans. “We need to clean up. Leah just messaged, they’re coming up in a minute.”
Max groans. Carefully, he pulls us up, wrapping my legs around his waist as I cling to him. I’m not sure I can walk on my own just yet. “I’m cleaning Ava up. You guys can get the kitchen, right?”
I shift my face slightly when lips press against my cheek, and Luc’s green gaze watches me carefully. “I’m good,” I promise him. “I don’t think I can go through that every meal, though.”
He snickers. “Just remember what’s waiting for you in bed if you eat like a good girl, brat. I’m more than happy to remind you if you forget.”
I hide my smile in Max’s shoulder as he carries me upstairs.
I’m more than happy to be reminded.
ChapterFifty-Nine
Ava
When I finally surface, feeling a little more human after the best nap in the world, I find Leah and Nash in the kitchen. Nash dashes over to me immediately, mumbling out a greeting as he presses his ear against my belly. “How long before they’re here?”
I laugh. “Not long, I promise.”
Leah ushers me into a chair, dropping a steaming cup of red tea in front of me.
“Raspberry leaf,” she says confidently when I look at her askance. “It’s supposed to be good in your last trimester. We need to look after my niece and nephew.”
I run my hand absently over my stomach, her words sinking in and reminding me of the family I’ve discovered. “Aunty Lee-Lee,” I tease, and she wrinkles her nose. “Absolutely not. Cool Aunt Leah, please.”
I snort a laugh at her pose and take a sip of the tea. It’s not as good as coffee, but it’ll do. Leah settles in opposite me with her own cup as Nash turns on the telly in the main room, the sound of his favorite turtles coming through the doorway.
“Where is everyone?” I ask, and she waves her hand. “They had some things to do for the house, so they’re down in the workshop. They wanted to get it done, before…,”
