Groaning, I drop my head onto the steering wheel. If it weren’t so fucking dangerous, I’d make him climb up here and suck me off on the way home. But I won’t ever put them at risk like that, so I’ll suffer through this hard on. They laugh, enjoyingmy torture. Arousal is thick in their bonds, so I know I’m not the only one feeling impatient.
We’ve barely parked when Foster flings open his door and swings Hannah into his arms, carrying her into the house. I follow, stopping in the kitchen to put our food in the fridge to reheat later. By the time I make it to the nest, Hannah is naked and sitting on Foster’s face, her hands locked in his hair as he licks the cream from her sweet pussy.
Crawling across the nest, I strip my clothes off and toss them aside. Manny does the same beside me, his eyes heavy as he watches the two of them. We move in sync, communicating wordlessly as we arrange ourselves. He settles between Foster’s thighs, hand dropping to grip our Omega’s cock. I settle behind Hannah, leaning her forward so I can work my way inside her. Someone promised to lick my cum from her pussy, and I intend to make sure he keeps his word.
When I reach up and cup Hannah’s breasts, rolling her nipples between my fingers, she jolts, moaning loudly. I hide my grin in her hair and focus on building her pleasure. Slow, rolling thrusts push her clit against Foster’s tongue, guiding her into a languid, shuddering orgasm. Wrapping an arm around her waist, I flip us to our sides, so she lies with her head on his stomach. Her lips wrap around his cock, sucking him down as Manny fucks his ass, matching my rhythm.
Pleasure echoes down our bond when Foster comes, shouting out his release. Manny follows him over the edge, groaning as he collapses back onto his heels. I push into Hannah harder, fingers finding her clit. Quick flicks with the perfect amount of pressure have her coming again. The tight vice of her walls squeezing around me sends me over the edge. Stars dot my vision as I flood her pussy with my seed. A deep, instinctual need has me reaching down to push it back into her when I pull out.
Shocked brown eyes meet mine as I pull away, bringing those cum-soaked fingers to Foster’s mouth. “Open.” Heat fills his aquamarine eyes as his lips part, tongue flicking over my skin to lap up our combined release. “Good boy.” His cock kicks, another spurt of cum splattering his stomach. He grumbles, tossing an arm over his eyes. We collapse into a sweaty, cum-covered pile, and catch our breath.
When their stomachs rumble loudly, I laugh and push to my feet. “Come on, my gorgeous mates, let’s shower and eat before one of you starts round two.”
Morning light streams through the skylight. Apparently, we forgot to close the shutter last night, too distracted by enjoying each other’s bodies. Sitting up, I notice Hannah is missing and seek her out.
She’s sitting at the island, holding her head and drinking a cup of tea. She turns when she hears me coming, and gives me a tight smile. Plastering myself to her back, I rest my hands over her stomach and press my lips to her temple. “Good morning, Wildfire.”
“Morning, Alpha.” She sounds exhausted, her voice still thick with sleep.
“Couldn’t sleep?”
She nods, taking another sip of her drink. “Sour stomach.”
My fingers flex against her skin, and I bite my cheek. “Can I ask you a personal question?”
The look she gives me makes me laugh. Boundaries do exist between us, even if it might not seem like it. “Of course you can.”
“When was your last period?”
Hannah freezes, hand hovering over the rim of her cup. Wide brown eyes fly to mine, and her lips part. I watch as she thinks back, calculating what I had already guessed. “I’m pregnant?” Grinning, I flatten my hand on her stomach, feeling the place where our child will grow. She glances down, hand shifting to rest over mine. “We’re going to have a baby.”
“I bought a few tests, if you’d like to go upstairs and take them.” Her lips tilt into a frown, so I explain, “When you started experiencing these bouts of arousal, I assumed you might be pregnant and grabbed them.”
Helping her stand, she keeps her hand in mine and leads me upstairs. I head into the closet, taking care of a pile of clothes that were brought up yesterday but weren’t put away. The bathroom door opens a few minutes later, and I find her standing in the hallway staring down at the pink stick in her hand. “You’re already an amazing mother, Wildfire, but I cannot wait to take this journey with you. I missed too much of your last pregnancy. I want to be there for all of this one. Every doctor’s appointment, the morning sickness, all of it.”
A watery smile graces her lips as she leans up to kiss me. “Should we tell the others?”
Grinning, I take her hand in mine and lead her back downstairs. “Yes, but let’s wait until they wake up. I have an idea.” Leaving her to settle at the island, I wash my hands and pull out the pans I will need for breakfast. Pancake batter gets mixed and divided, and color is added to the four smaller batches. When they’re ready, I heat my pan and start designing.
Hannah peeks around my arm on the way to drop her mug in the sink. “Very fun. You’ll be able to out-design Foster soon.”
Shrugging, I flip the ones on the pan. I lean down and press kisses all over her face, enjoying the way she giggles. “I doubt that. This is definitely a learning process.” She giggles harderwhen I point to my first attempt at a baby rattle that turned into a gray and brown blob.
“Can I help?” When I nod, she takes the spatula from my hands and carefully flips a pancake. Together, we use the rest of the batter and make a large platter of scrambled eggs.
Everything is finished and sitting on the table, so I head upstairs to wake my sleeping mates. They’re wrapped together, Foster’s face smashed in Manny’s armpit. After snapping a picture, I toss myself down on top of them. “Are you two going to sleep all day?”
Foster grumbles, burying himself closer to the mattress. Even with two kids, he still isn’t a morning person. Sliding behind him, I press kisses all over his back and neck, slowly working my way to his face. “You’re insufferable,” he groans, lips twitching into a small smile.
“Hannah and I made breakfast. Come eat before it gets cold.”
Manny accepts the hand I offer, giving me a sleepy grin before his lips meet my cheek. “Be down in a minute,” he promises, heading into the bathroom.
Turning back to my Omega, I grab his ankle and drag him to the edge of the nest. He laughs, content to let me manhandle him. My palm cracks down on his ass, earning a yelp and a glare. “Fine, I’ll get up, but I want cuddles on the couch after breakfast.”
“Sure, Omega. We can cuddle before we go pick the kids up.”
Fifteen minutes after dragging them out of bed, we’re finally sitting at the table. I prepared their plates, picking the pancakes that turned out the best. Hannah fidgets beside me, her nervousness leaking into our bond. Slipping my hand beneath the table, I grip her thigh and rub soothing circles into her skin. She has nothing to fear. They’re going to be thrilled, like I am.
