“My mom is going to destroy them,” I say with a grin.
Bram looks confused by the range of emotion I’ve had over the last five minutes but puts his hands on his hips.
“You need something more substantial to eat. What can I get for you?”
I hold out my hand, and he sighs. Undressing and coming to the nest, he lies behind me while Max has my front.
“Purrs,” I tell him, and he sighs. But his chest starts up like an old engine as the sound and movement of his chest soothe me.
Max’s fingers gently caress my face, and I let their scents soothe me. I can still sense his guilt as I grab his wrists and kiss his hand.
“I’m not upset because I believe it. I know the Alpha you are, Max. I’m just tired of everything being taken out of my control. And the past images may have upset me,” I tell him.
“I’m sorry they had so many images to pull from and that it hurt you,” Max says, and I can feel his sadness and guilt.
I cup his face in my hands, Bram’s purrs still rumbling my back. “We’re going to fight back.”
His eyes are wide as Ethan bounces onto the bed, making all our bodies slightly shift.
“What evil plan did you have in mind, sweetheart?” Ethan asks.
“Devious ones. But right now, I need to feel better,” I say with a slight pout.
As quickly as tears have left me, the need to be claimed by my pack is even stronger.
“What would make you feel better, little Omega?” Bram asks, his hard cock pressing against my ass as he wraps a hand around my hip to cup my pussy.
“You and Max could have sex. That would make me feel better,” I say.
Max smiles at me and shakes his head. “You want to see your two Alphas together?”
“Yes,” Ethan and I reply at the same time.
Ethan helps me get to my knees as both Alphas glance at me and then at each other. Their relationship is complicated.
They’re clearly attracted to each other, but their relationship is based on friendship and making sure the pack stays whole. I’m not sure why it makes me feel so giddy inside seeing them express themselves physically, but it brings me joy.
So when Bram cups the side of Max’s face and swipes his tongue into his mouth, I’m immediately wet.
Ethan sits behind me, fondling my breasts.
“Fuck, these are getting bigger. God, I love you like this,” he whispers in my ear as he kisses my throat and slides one hand down my body while kneading my breast.
I moan and rest my weight against him as I watch Bram and Max. They’re both kissing more desperately now.
Bram makes the first move, sliding his hand down Max’s boxers and fisting his cock.
Christ.
“You’re so wet. It’s because you know you fucking own us, Sloane. They can write or say whatever they want. But we know who we belong to.”
His words cause an obscene amount of slick to coat Ethan’s fingers.
“That’s it. You know I love it when you come on my hand,” he says, which makes me do just that.
My thighs shake as I use his body for support. His fingers don’t stop, and I don’t stop staring at the way Bram and Max are touching each other.
They’re mine, and I’ll be damned if anyone says otherwise.
