I think about it while chewing on a piece of bacon. It only now occurs to me that I've eaten an entire meal in front of them. While sitting on Mason's lap! It feels so easy with them, but I wasn't ready to tell them what I write about.
"I don't think she's spilling the tea," Silas says, pouting. "Zayne, do that thing you do and get her to talk."
"The skills I need to get Ness talking aren't appropriate for the kitchen table," Zayne says, loading his plate into the dishwasher before stalking over to me, grasping my chin and delivering a hard kiss to my mouth. "We will be back for dinner tonight. Do you still love burgers, baby girl?"
I bob my head up and down like an idiot, a stupid smile on my face. "Yes."
"Good girl."
Mason squeezes my sides, and I scramble off his lap. He gets up and pulls me into a hug. Lowering his mouth to my ear, he whispers, "When it's my turn to kiss you, I'm going to need more time than this. Don't think for a second I don't want you, little one."
I gasp as he slaps my ass before following Zayne out the front door, leaving Silas and me alone. Silas raises an eyebrow from where he is sitting, sprawled out on his seat, and he motions for me to come closer. I don't think, just do and step between his legs and find myself kissed stupid for the second time in as many days by as many alphas. He moves his lips over mine and makes me sigh with pleasure. It's over too soon, and he leaves with a kiss on my cheek and a promise of more.
I stand there, alone in the kitchen, feeling like a live wire.
What the fuck was happening?
Chapter Eight
Vanessa
I spend the entire morning writing, not stopping until my stomach starts growling close to lunch time. After a quick snack, I'm back in my little writing nook, pouring everything I've ever wanted for myself into Tilly's love life. Each time one of her alphas made her come, I felt my own need spiking. When I got to a scene where all three of her lovers take her together, my panties were soaked with slick.
I hear footsteps coming up the stairs just as I finish writing the climax. I squeak in surprise as Zayne appears at the top of the stairs, looking worried until he spots me.
"We were shouting your name." His eyes roam my body, nostrils flaring.
I'm so fucking horny. My skin feels like it's on fire. I'm nearly panting and sitting with my thighs squeezed so tight, he could probably tell I was trying to relieve some tension. My perfume sits heavy in the air, and I dig my teeth into my bottom lip, swallowing down the whine building up in my throat. Finally, I manage to say, "I didn't hear."
He raises one brow and moves closer. "Come here, Vanessa."
I love it when he calls me baby girl, but the way he just said my name… it sounded both commanding and possessive, and I was so here for it. I stand up and hurry over to him. I was so fucking needy, and being close to him was almost painful. If the pressure between my thighs didn't let up, I was going to explode.
"What has you so hot and bothered?" he asks, cupping my cheek. "Did you write something naughty, baby girl?"
Blushing, I turn to look away, but he doesn't let me, and I start whimpering. Why couldn't he just ignore my current state? Why is him knowing how turned on I am, so hot? Why do I want to tell him it's him and his two best friends that have me this worked up to begin with? To beg him to fuck and knot me right now.
"You're so fucking beautiful when you're turned on." He drags me into his chest and lowers his mouth to mine in a demanding kiss. I hold onto his shirt, my legs ready to give out at any moment, and moan loudly when he trails his mouth up and down my throat, nipping at the sensitive skin right below my ear and whispering, "Your scent drives me crazy. This is where I'll leave my bite when I finally make you mine."
Before I can process his words or answer him, his mouth is back on mine, and I kiss him back with everything I have, telling him without words how much I want him. Need him.
He pulls away too soon, and I hear someone calling for us from downstairs. Silas sounds frustrated as he yells for us to come down.
Zayne presses his forehead against mine and groans, almost sounding like he's in pain. "Let's go. He never sounds so negative, so something must be wrong."
A wave of guilt washes over me. "Is he mad about me kissing both of you?"
Zayne smiles and kisses my cheek. "Ness, this is not giving him negative feelings, I promise."
Silas is leaning against the kitchen counter when we get downstairs, a dark scowl on his handsome face, muttering to himself.
Zayne sits down and pulls me into his lap. "What's going on?"
Silas sees the worry on my face and stops frowning. Forcing a smile, he says, "Sorry. Mason told me to call you for dinner."
"And that has you this upset?"
He shakes his head. "No, gorgeous. Just work shit. Please don't worry."
