“Mmm,” Dexter kissed at my clavicle, deftly unbuttoning my shirt so his mouth could leave a trail of wet kisses down my chest and still-a-little-too-soft belly. “Do you think our boy will sleep through the night?”
Sunny’s sleep routine was hit-and-miss, something Google assured me he would eventually grow out of, and I had to admit that, as he got older, he did seem to sleep through the night more often than not.
Silently begging fate to cooperate, I nodded. “Yes. At least I hope so.”
“Oh?” Dex’s eyes twinkled with mirth as he looked up at me, his lips still pressed to my skin, “Do you have plans, baby?”
Flushing all over, I swallowed roughly. “Yeah…”
On my other side, Sergio had started to suck at the curve of my jawline. His chuckle reverberated through me as he practically purred, “Are you bossing us around this time, beautiful?”
I didn’t think I had the cognitive capacity to do that, but I bobbed my head anyway, then closed my eyes and leaned my head back against Serge’s shoulder. “Instructions are simple,” I said. “Fuck me and fill me as many times as you can.”
“Oh, god, but I love it when you get like this,” Dexter murmured, his hands tugging at the button above my zipper. I lifted my hips to give him better access and soon enough he was shoving my jeans down my legs and onto the floor, where I kicked them aside.
One of Sergio’s hands slid back down to my thighs, pulling my right thigh towards him, spreading me open.
“You’re already so wet, baby,” Dexter’s fingers teased my hole, the awed words making my cheeks feel hot. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“’M always wet for you,” I slurred, gasping when Serge’s fingers joined Dexter’s. By some unspoken agreement —possibly through silent communication through the bond— they stretched me open together. “Ah!Fuck, yes!”
“Hmm,” Sergio nibbled at my earlobe, “true. But tonight you feel a little more excited than usual, sweetheart.”
My thoughts were turning hazy, my omega demanding more attention from my mates, wanting those talented fingers to be replaced by other parts of their anatomy, and ultimately by Serge’s knot.
Breed me, a little voice inside me demanded. It escalated in volume, making me ache with need.Breed me now.
I whined, writhing on the fingers slowly pistoning in and out of me.
“Sage?” Serge prompted, pulling away from where he’d been kissing my shoulder, “Beautiful, are you still with us?”
“I need—” I choked out, my eyes still squeezed shut, the delicious ache now turning painful. “Fuck. I need…I need you inside me. Ithurts.”
There was a moment of stunned silence before Dex quietly said, “Baby, you’re in heat.”
Thatwas enough to make my eyes fly open. “What?!”
I’d never had a heat. I’d been pregnant since Dex’s first heat, and then Eric had said to expect my own cycle to start back up anywhere after six months post-partum, but it hadn’t happened yet.
I’d even forgotten that it was a possibility for me, really.
“I’m not on the pill,” I blurted, because I was still chest-feeding Sunny, even if he had moved on to a more solid diet now. I looked towards Sergio, wanting reassurance.
Breed. Me.
My omega’s repeated mantra was insistent and louder once I locked eyes with my alpha.
“What do you want to do, Sage?” Sergio asked, even though I could feel hints of his building rutting instincts coming through the bond which connected us all. “If you don’t want to risk it, we can wait. Dex can fuck you through it and I—”
“No,” I whimpered, shaking my head. “I mean, I want Dex, too, but…”
BREED ME.
Jesus Christ, someone needed to silence my inner omega.
“I can wear a condom,” Sergio offered, still infuriatingly calm.
My brain was scrambled. The ache was incessant and distracting. My dragon wanted nothing more than to be thoroughly mated and bred. I was burning up.
