She glares at me in the mirror as Kyte fusses over her short, cute horns. “How can you be thinking of naked bathtime when I havehornspopping out of my head?”
I shrug. “Kyte, can you do something about the thought sharing?”
“Yeah,” Jeren follows me in, the room getting cramped now. “Make it so we can all hear Lana, but she can’t hear us.”
She whirls and punches him lightly in the chest. “Not funny.”
He rubs the spot. “Pillars. You really did get some of Ceredes’s strength.”
“And don’t you forget it!” She returns to the mirror and frets over her hair and the way it lays around her new golden spikes. They don’t curve like Kyte’s, but maybe they’re not finished growing yet.
“You look amazing.” He cups her face and sends a calming wave through the bond that ripples all the way to me. “And there are benefits to having horns.”
“What benefits?” She crosses her arms beneath her breasts.
“This is one.” He reaches up and runs his fingers along first one, and then the other.
The heat that blasts from her hardens my cock so quickly I almost double over.
“Calarian horns have sensation, and they’re particularly erogenous,” Kyte whispers in her ear, then presses a kiss beneath it.
Her mating scent permeates the air, and all three of us inhale deeply.
She turns to Kyte, and he wastes no time in taking her mouth in a deep kiss as Jeren and I close in.
I want to strip her and taste between her thighs again.
“My turn.” Jeren slides his hand along her waist and into her panties.
She moans into Kyte’s mouth and reaches for me, her hand fisting my shirt as she pulls me close and turns to kiss me, instead. I taste her, the deep euphoria of my Omega on my tongue. Her body is warm and soft in my hands, and I squeeze her breast as Kyte runs his tongue along one of her horns. Her body shakes, the mating scent growing stronger. And when Jeren’s finger circles her perfect little nub, desire rushes through the bond like wildfire.
“Knock knock,” a voice calls from the bedroom.
The heady euphoria of lust recoils inside each of us, the bond clearing as Lana groans.
“Tilda, I’m coming.”
“You were close.” Kyte nods.
She rolls her eyes and huffs in her particularly adorable fashion. “Hang on, Tilda. I’ll be out in a second.”
“You’re all in the bathroom … Together?”
“Mind your business, Granterry.” Jeren puts his fingers in his mouth and licks Lana’s slick from them.
Jealousy tries to break through my thoughts, but it dies quickly. Something about the bond keeps it at bay, and instead of wanting to throw Lana over my shoulder and ravage her properly, I want to share her with my brothers. I would never have believed myself capable of sharing my Omega, but here I am.
She smooths her hair down. “Do I look—”
“Like you were about to be full of your Alphas?” I tilt her chin up and kiss her again, this one more chaste. “Yes.”
The wisp of desire reignites, the current running through all four of us.
“Wow, Jeren. How did you hide knives up here?”
Lana smiles at Jeren. “Tilda found one of your hiding spots.”
“Not likely.” He brushes past and opens the bedroom door.
