“Gertrude.”
I hope to God the baby stays still. The alphas must feel my disgust because they don’t move a muscle. I grin at Seth—that name could only be his idea.
He rolls his eyes and picks from the pile. He reads the name without saying it aloud and grins. Then he slides from his chair to the floor, his knees hitting the wood with a hard thump before he pulls my chair out so I’m in front of him. His nearness is intoxicating. He reaches for the hem of my nightgown and slides it up, exposing my already dampening panties and my protruding belly. He shuffles closer, spreading my knees to allow himself space to crowd in. He dips his head, breath hot against the skin of my round stomach. The contact has heat pooling at my center and then slipping lower.
“Lisa,” he says in a low growl of a voice.
There’s a pause, and then absolutely nothing happens. His face turns pouty and he huffs. “They’re probably asleep.”
A bounce from the inside, visible on the outside as the baby kicks. Seth’s eyes widen, and I laugh.
“They definitely aren’t. They just don’t like those names. I don’t blame them,” I tease. He grins, all dimples and mischief, and nips his way up my belly, kissing with exaggerated care until he reaches my neck where he sucks at my pulse pulling a moan from the depths of my soul.
“Well, if that’s how we’re doing it, I think I like this game a lot more,” Connor teases, reaching for the bowl.
But before he can take a paper, Bax pulls it out of reach and plucks a piece himself, hungry eyes trained on my exposed stomach and the pajama shorts riding up my thighs. He reads the name tight-lipped and scowls, but his face brightens as he pulls my chair around, feet scraping against the floor.
He doesn’t drop to his knees like Seth; instead, he brings me so close that my chair is practically in his lap. His legs spread wide to accommodate me. Because I have absolutely no self-control—and maybe because I love the way he growls when I tease him—I press my palm over the bulge in his pants and stroke his thickening cock through the fabric.
A low, half-growl, half-purr rumbles up from his chest and has my panties dampening with slick. He takes my hand in his and kisses the tips of my fingers. My eyes flutter closed as he whispers, “See-oh-bain.” His breath is hot against my skin, his voice dripping with sarcasm and sin. The baby does nothing.
I stare at him before bursting out into fits of giggles.
Connor, predictably, growls behind us. “It’s SHI-VON!Siobhán! It’s not that hard.”
We all look at him skeptically as Bax pulls back, and Connor dives hand-first into the bowl, pulling out a piece of paper with a little more aggression than necessary. He reads over the scribbled writing there, and his scowl deepens as he looks straight at me.
“Really?” he deadpans.
It takes every ounce of self-control not to break into a smile. I keep a completely neutral face when I say, “What?”
“We are not naming a child Rochester. It’s a bit too on the nose for a librarian, don’t you think?”
It’s Seth’s turn to scowl. “The game is to see if the baby likes it. How about following the rules?”
Connor gets up and there’s a predatory gleam in his eyes. He stalks around the table and stands behind me where I can’t quite see him. A muscle-corded arm cages me in on either side. I inhale his cinnamon and sandalwood scent, encompassing me and making it hard to stay focused on what on earth we’re supposed to be doing.
I feel his hot breath against my hair as he lowers his face to me and whispers, “Rochester.”
Absolutely nothing happens.
“I think Seth’s right. I think the baby's asleep.”
I hurumph. Connor chuckles into my hair. The tip of his nose skims along my locks down to my ear, where he nuzzles in before licking and sucking the sensitive spot right below.
I moan, loud and needy. My slick spreads over my thighs, soaking through my panties, thick in the air like perfume. I can’t go into heat spikes while pregnant, but I feel like I can never get enough of my alphas lately.
Connor’s hand wraps around the column of my throat—not squeezing, just offering steady, panty-melting pressure. My head turns, and he captures my lips, his tongue sweeping in soothing, firm strokes.
The thud of knees on the floor again, and I feel big, firm hands graze down my thighs to my knees, steadily pulling them apart. The nightgown I’m wearing, with naked little gingerbread alphas on it, gives him easy access.
I look down as Bax reaches under the hem, takes the waistband of my underwear in his hand, and pulls it down.
Seth growls, stalking over to my side and claiming my mouth in a fierce kiss while Connor licks and sucks up my throat.
Bax nips at my inner thighs then drags his tongue from my dripping entrance up to my throbbing clit. How did we even get here? I came down for a snack. I do not care. My hands threadinto his hair and pull him closer. He obliges, eating me out like a man starved.
Connor dives one hand into my very unsexy nightgown, scooping up my breast and lightly tweaking the nipple. I gasp, bucking into Bax’s mouth. Bax loops an arm around my hips, stilling me while his tongue dives into my sex.
