“There’s just something about the Monroe siblings, isn’t there?” I murmur pointedly.
Bitsy’s lips curve up in a smirk. “Guess I’m not great at being sneaky either.”
“Nah, but omegas are observant. Especially Alyssa. Not so much Ellie, apparently.”
“Don’t tell her? Her friendship is too precious to me.”
“Not my secret to tell,” I promise.
“Speaking of Alyssa, are we throwing them a mating bash or are we throwing them a mating bash?”
I let Bitsy drop the subject, let her pull Alyssa into a conversation that I quickly take the lead on. Because party planning? That’s one omega skill I absolutely excel at.
* * *
“Okay, hear me out,”Luca says, squinting at the Transmogrification project he’s working on. “Alyssa and Darika are literally obsessed with this dumpling food truck that posts up outside Quill & Clover sometimes. Plump’s got the best of, like, every dumpling ever. Alyssa’s partial to the empanadas—though she says they’re not quite as good as her mom’s—and samosas, and Darika downs their bao in a way that verges on indecent.”
Simon stops tapping away at the keys of his laptop—still searching for that errant code I found. “Luc’s right. And Plump is delicious. You’ll get major brownie points with Alyssa if you can book them. And hopefully brownie points will turn into actual brownies.”
I scribble a few notes in my notebook and then set it aside. “Perfect. I’ll call tomorrow.”
I sigh and set my notebook aside, rolling onto my belly and looking up at Simon and Luca, remembering what happened the last time we were in this nest together. My cheeks color and I duck my head, but not before Simon catches me.
He closes his laptop with slow, deliberate movements. “You, kit-kat, are meant to be planning a mating celebration.” He looks me over, a slow, lazy grin curving his lips. “Get naked,” he tells me, in a voice that’s more alpha than beta.
My perfume floods the air with honeyed vanilla.
Simon considers my response with a faint smirk. “You like being told what to do?”
“By you,” I admit. Because, unlike an alpha, Simon can’t force me. He can’t command me the way an alpha can. But that stern voice that brooks absolutely no argument? He can tell me what to do all day long in that voice.
I jump out of the nest, shove my notebook into my bag, and dive back in among the pillows and blankets, getting caught in my own sweater as I try to yank it over my head as fast as possible.
“All of it, beautiful,” Simon says, his hazel eyes locked on mine, not the curves of my breasts, as I unbutton my blouse. “Joining us, Luc?”
At my needy mewl, Luca chuckles and drops down onto the mattress on the floor, crawling toward me and stealing a quick kiss. “Gonna show Simon how to make you scream, princess.”
I whine and unclasp my bra, the lace dragging against my hard, sensitive nipples, making my slick flow. The moment I’ve shed my tights and panties, Simon pulls me onto his lap and into a kiss that makes my toes curl. He grabs my bare thighs beneath the skirt of my uniform as he kisses me and pulls me close until I can feel his length behind his zipper.
I grind against him, sparks of pleasure lighting me up at the friction. “Want you,” I whisper against his lips.
“Soon, beautiful. I promise.” He kisses me sweetly, then sweeps his fingers between the lips of my sex and I moan, rocking into his touch as he finds my clit.
He slips one finger into my soaked cunt, and I whine, needing more of him.
Luca draws my hair aside and presses a kiss to the pulse point in my neck before holding up his hand for Simon.
“Crook your fingers like this and your knuckles will hit her estrus gland. You’ll drive her wild.”
Simon does as Luca demonstrates, thrusting his fingers into my cunt, his knuckles stroking against my back wall. Pleasure curls tight in my belly and I buck against his fingers.
“Ride,” he orders, his thumb finding my clit.
I whine and do as he says, moving my hips until he’s hitting every perfect spot, until ecstasy spirals inside me, curling tight in my belly. He watches me intently, his eyes never leaving mine as I move against his hand. I fuck his fingers with abandon, chasing my peak as he rubs circles around my clit with his thumb.
“Going to come for us, Junes?” he asks, nuzzling the sensitive skin of my neck just below my ear and I clench hard around his fingers.
When Luca rolls my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, I come apart with a throaty moan.
