Promises were meant to be broken.
My strong, grumpy Alpha approaches and grabs my cheeks. I moan at the way his fingers dig into my skin.
“Diaphragm and condoms,liefje. Where are they?”
I sigh, pointing at my nightstand drawer as he goes and places condoms on top of the nightstand.
Absolutely not.
I come right behind him and grab a crystal jewelry holder and place the condoms neatly into the container.
He unclicks the plastic of the torture device, aka, the diaphragm that is going to stop their cum from completely filling me, and I shake my head.
Nope. I don’t want it.
“Do we need to direct you to section 1A of the Sloane heat manual where you distinctly say you’re not on birth control and these are the methods you chose?” my Beta asks.
My scent match has his brows furrowed, watching the conversation and reading that stupid fucking binder full of bullshit I clearly didn’t mean.
I want them each to fuck me one by one and fill me with their cum and give me a baby.
“I think we have some things to work through before we start discussing babies,” my Alpha says, and I pout.
Didn’t realize I said that out loud.
“None of that. Let me put this in, and I’ll fuck you so good. I’ll make it all go away,” he promises.
That does sound nice.
Actually, it sounds really, really nice.
“You’re hurting, aren’t you, sweet Omega? Let me take it away. Take those panties off, and lie back. Let your Alpha take care of you.”
His words are sweet, and considering how I thought he wasn’t going to be here for me but is, I concede.
I’ll just take it out when they aren’t looking.
“Good girl,” he says as I lean back and spread my legs for him.
He places two fingers inside of me, curling them deep, making me moan. He’s fully dressed as he leans forward and puts his lips against my pussy and licking my clit.
I rake my nails against his scalp, and his chest purrs.
The smile that takes over my face is probably ridiculous as he glances up at me while eating me out.
He’s here, he’s mine, he loves me.
Or at least I thought he did before he pushes the soft silicone—no fun—device inside of me.
He reaches over to grab a condom, and I shake my head.
“Sloane,” he sighs my name.
“She’s okay with just one or the other,” my Beta says.
He’s sitting on the couch with my scent match. Which is irritating. Why are they not all ravishing me at the same time?
This is bullshit, and I’m about to pout about it when my Alpha pushes his cock deep inside of me.
