My eyes close, guilt hitting hard. “I’m sorry. I know I promised I’d be there-”
“Not for being in Bravonne, Ren! I had to find out you’re bonded from an Instagram post? The fact that I’m in labor is probably your fault. The shock of it put me into it.”
I choke on a laugh. The idea of that is absurd, but she sounds so serious about it. “I’m not sure that’s how it works, Haves.”
“Don’t care. I’m blaming you.” There’s the low murmur of a male voice on the other side of the phone, and Haven makes a little chirruping sound that’s half excitement, half fear. “We have to go.”
“You got this, babe. I promise you can handle this.”
She takes a deep breath and lets it out. “You’re right. I can do this. I need to go, but don’t think our conversation is over. As soon as this little stinker is born we’re having a talk, you and I.”
I laugh. “We will.”
“Love you, Ren.”
“Love you too, Haves.”
As soon as the call ends I slap my palms over my eyes to try to stifle my tears, brought on by guilt and overwhelm more than anything.
“Come on,cor mea.” The words are whispered against my temple. “We need to move.”
Choking back a sob, I nod, still pressing my hands to my face. “I know. I know. Just…”
A low purr rumbles out of him, his hand slides under my hair to grip the back of my neck, fingers digging in just slightly,just enough for me to really feel his steady presence.I’m here,that grip says.I’ve got you. I’ll take care of everything.
And, strange as it seems after everything he’s put me through, I believe him.
“Okay, Pix.” Court’s voice has me peeking at him from between my spread fingers to find him standing with a bundle of clothes in his hands. “We gotta get you dressed, yeah? Grieves is checking on our security, and Thayer’s calling for a car. We’re almost ready.”
I nod, a sudden sense of urgency taking over as I scramble away from my prime, whose purr stutters out as I do. Sheepishly I crawl back to press a quick kiss to his lips. “Thank you,” I murmur against his mouth, his beard tickling my cheeks. “Thank you, alpha.”
One of his big hands smooths along the side of my head, cradling it like I’m precious. “You’re welcome, omega.”
“Fuck, Pix,” Court groans. “You need to put some clothes on, or I’m going to crawl up behind you and fill you before we get on the road.”
It's tempting, good lord is it tempting, especially when I glance over my shoulder at him and find his gaze heated and focused on my bare ass, I know I don’t have time for it. Not now at least.
“Wait until we get on the plane and have nothing to do for ten hours,” I suggest scrambling over to snatch the clothes from his hands. A pair of my leggings and one of his sweatshirts. Nothing else.
Maybe I should grab a pair of panties and a bra.
But one glance at the two alphas in the room with me is enough to know that putting them on for a thirty minute drive to their airstrip is pointless. I have no doubt as soon as the wheels are up and we’re in the air, I’ll be naked anyway.
“Is there-”
“I packed more clothes for you,” Piers says, popping out of my closet with a bag in his hand. “And some toiletries so you can get cleaned up before we land.”
Because he knows I’ll want to go right to the hospital and also that I won’t want to smell like sex when I do. I send a wave of love and gratitude toward him. And he beams at me in response.
“Thank you,” I say out loud, as I tug on Court’s sweatshirt. Followed by the leggings, as soon as I’m dressed, Court slings me over his shoulder and bolts from the room, as I shriek. “What are you doing?”
“The sooner we get to the airplane, the sooner I can be buried inside you, knot deep, pumping you full of my cum,” Court growls, one big hand caressing the curve of my ass. He sends a wave of pure lust through our bond and I swear I nearly come right there.
My perfume lifts in the air, thick and sweet and my pack groans. “Don’t do that, killer,” Thayer grunts. “We really don’t want to make the front page news for public indecency.”
“Or maybe we do,” I bob up and down as Court shrugs. “It would pair rather nicely with that picture Forsythe posted to his socials. No one would have any doubt who we belong to then.”
There’s a pause, like they’re all imagining fucking me publicly, claiming me in such a feral way. I’m thinking about it too, and I’m not too ashamed to admit that my sex gives another painful clench and slick soaks into my leggings.
