Elijah walks in. “Your mother just called. Apparently, a friend from the city left a message. An omega named Giselle. She’s been trying to contact you.”
My fingers curl into Mack, and I go completely and utterly still.
“They rang my mum?” I ask sharply.
“Yeah. Do you want bacon with your pancakes or fruit and cream?” Elijah walks out of the room.
Mack stares down at me. “You want to talk about it?”
I force a smile. “About what? An old friend? No, we don’t need to talk about it.” I lean up and kiss him, willing him to forget. “Come and have breakfast, and then let’s go get my baby.”
“There’s no distracting you,” he groans.
I slide out from under him and walk around the nest, finding my clothes, only to have him pass a bag to me.
He’s utterly uncaring of his nakedness and very appreciative of mine.
I duck into the bathroom and shower quickly. Mack slides in with me and silently takes the soap. He’s meticulous as he washes me, and though I get aroused, it’s a deep, slumberous feeling that is nice to let simmer.
We get out, and before I can even reach, he grabs a fluffy towel and gently dries me all over.
“You’re taking this very seriously, Mack,” I tease.
“Of course, I am. I need to make an impression. Besides, Elijah took care of you during the heat.”
“Did he? An Impression? On me?”
“Yes, because I like you so much. And, yes, he did. He was dedicated.”
I try to hide how much that means to me. The alphas from my last heats hadn’t really cared about making sure I ate or drank. If I go too bad that’s what IVs were for.
“I like you, too, Mack,” I say, and I mean it.
He opens the bag and pulls out a light blue lace bra and, to my utter astonishment, he puts it on me. My underwear goes next, made of blue lace, just as delicate. After that, he pulls out a pair of white jean shorts and pulls them up, slowly stroking his hands up over my thighs. He takes the last item and stands up.
“Arms up, gorgeous.”
I lift my arms, and he carefully pulls the material down. It’s tight around my breasts with thin straps, but the material flows out around me, swinging.
“This is beautiful.”
“Yes.”
“Whose is it?” I ask hesitantly.
“It belongs to you.”
“How can it belong to me?”
“Well, I went out and bought it for you,” Mack says and kisses me hard.
My mind gets all melty, and I lean into him. “You spoil me.”
He grabs my hand and tugs me downstairs and into the kitchen where I’m sat in a chair. A plate of pancakes is placed in front of me. There are six chairs at the table, but despite the semi-rustic charm of the kitchen, every appliance is top of the range and matte black.
“Eat,” Elijah purrs and sits, leaning on his hand and staring at me.
I eat slowly with the complete and mildly unnerving attention of both alphas, but it's easy to forget them when the food is this good.
