“She’s bad enough driving a car,” Theo said.
I giggled, remembering how panicked my alphas had been when I drove. My eyes widened and I covered my mouth when I realized I’d made a noise.
There was silence in the den. And then the sound of footsteps.
Ben’s head popped around the corner. He beamed, his eyes running over my body appreciatively. “You are so beautiful.”
He wrapped me in his arms and I relaxed into him, soaking up his warmth and cozy scent.
“Come get these alphas in line,” he whispered. “They are losing it.”
I giggled, pressing my body against his. “You going to get me a motorcycle?”
“Fuck no,” Ben said with a wink. “But they don’t have to know that.”
I snorted. “Well, at least take your shirt off and pretend to fix stuff for me.”
Ben’s heated gaze met my own, but I tugged him into the den before we got too sidetracked. My underwear was already damp with slick, and I craved sexy time with all three of my alphas. But first, we had to talk some things out.
I plopped down on the couch, squeezing between Cam and Theo. Ben huffed as he sat down in the chair across from us.
I eyed their laptops. Theo still had his open, and my omega wanted to see the presents he had picked out. The moment I had the thought, I steeled myself, waiting for the self-loathing to come over me, but it was more like a faint whisper than a tidal wave. I didn’t want to crush my omega’s instincts anymore... maybe I could accept her as part of me.
“Are you jealous of Donovan’s gift?” I asked, leaning into Cam’s body.
“No,” Cam said, glaring toward the foyer where the unwrapped painting sat.
“Convincing,” Ben said with a cough. Then he handed me a mini charcuterie board.
“How do you do this?” I asked, looking around. Where had he even been keeping it?
“I don’t know about these other alphas, but at leastI’mexcellent at providing for my omega,” Ben said, lounging back in his chair. I glared at him even as I popped a raspberry in my mouth. He was intentionally trying to rile Cam and Theo.
“I don’t need presents,” I said, but even I could hear the false ring to my words. Curse my omega for being a materialistic brat.
Theo’s look made it clear he saw straight through me.
“We haven’t gotten you nearly enough courting gifts,” he said, running his hand through his hair.
“Donovan’s present isn’t a courting gift,” I said, grabbing Theo’s hand.
“Better not be,” Cam muttered.
I studied Cam’s disgruntled expression and the way he had his arms crossed in front of him.
“Are you pouting?” I asked, my face breaking out into a huge grin.
“What?” Cam asked, outraged. “Not fucking pouting,” he continued in a voice that sounded suspiciously like a pout.
“We’ll be stepping things up,” Theo said. “There’s been a lot going on since you moved in, but that’s no excuse.” His expression was so serious I couldn’t help but giggle. My omega was practically doing the cha-cha. She was so thrilled at this show of care from our alphas.
“I can’t believe you two are jealous,” I said, trying to stifle further laughter. “Donovan is like three times my age.”
“Says the girl who was reading one of those age gap books the other day,” Ben said with a look that told me he was doing everything he could to hold in a cackle.
I shot him an exasperated look. I loved his teasing but was anxious that Theo and Cam would actually get upset.
Then something happened that I didn’t expect.
