God, he’s gorgeous. His chest is broad and muscular with a light dusting of chest hair that trails down to his boxer briefs, which are clearly housing a very hard to ignore cock.
“Ignore that,” he mumbles.
“It’s hard to ignore,” I reply, not ignoring it and staring a bit at the impressive bulge in his black underwear. Fuck, I bet his knot is massive. Just thinking about the stretch has me wanting to climb him and see just how big it actually is.
Bram’s hand slides from my jaw and down my body till he grabs a fist full of my ass.
“Little Omega, you better get out of my bed before my knot is deep inside of you and you won’t be able to move for hours.”
I lick my lips, my hand grazing down the hard muscles of his chest. His stomach flexes against the brush of my fingertips before he grabs my wrist.
“Just a little touch,” I tell him.
“Sloane, I’m all over little touches with you, and I need all night to fuck you the way I want to.”
I swallow heavily as his bedroom door flings open. Ethan is standing there shirtless with only his boxers on.
Fuck, he has slutty thigh tattoos.
“Oh, are we having some morning delight? I made pancakes. But this is better if you all are down for a third,” he says with a wide grin.
Bram moans as he sits up, my hand no longer near his very impressive length. I just wanted to touch it a little.
“Another time,” Bram says, grabbing a T-shirt and throwing it over his body. Ethan and I both look at him lasciviously.
Wait… both Ethan and I?
I glance over at him, and the hot Beta, with a stack of pancakes in his hand, leans against the doorframe.
“He’s hot,” Ethan says plainly, and then I glance over at Bram who’s eyeing up “the not so bad Beta.”
“He’s good looking,” Bram says with a wave of a hand before going to the bathroom.
Wait a damn minute.
“Sloane?” Ethan says, breaking me out of my mental calculations.
This is what I had always hoped for. Having a pack who are best friends is amazing. But a pack where everyone is lovers?
That’s the fucking ultimate dream.
“Sloane?” Ethan repeats as the spray of the shower from the closed bathroom door breaks me out of my thoughts.
“You both think each other is good looking?” I say lamely.
“He’s not really a man of many words, but I guess he doesn’t have to be with a body like that,” Ethan says with a shrug, and I laugh. He looks me over with a smile and sighs. “How are you feeling, though?”
A deep pang of guilt hits me. Not only did I not really feel bad before, but I was totally about to fuck Bram and Ethan if the stars had aligned just a few minutes ago.
“I’m okay,” I tell him.
“Let’s go feed you pancakes, and then we can have that beast of a man drive us both home,” he says.
I want to live in Bram’s bed and not face my problems, but I do. The pancakes are almost as delicious as this morning’s revelations.
I scrub the hell out of Bram’s scent off of my skin before getting dressed, adding my dreaded deodorizers and grabbing my phone, which has a ton of notifications.
When I switch over to the app, I grin, seeing that the press coverage from the Humane Society event is doing exactly what I wanted it to.
