“I did something,” Ink interrupts.
I blink as I sit up. She follows, her gray-blue face worried.
“And what did you do, Inken?”
“I approached Zallan and Atiox about a market stall. A building, to be exact.” She swallows. “For Zilas and Tristan to teach us to run a coffee shop and bakery.”
I blink.
“I did something too.” I try not to smile.Now who’s spoiling them?
“I would never, except you made it clear the other day you truly wouldn’t mind...” I trail off.
She presses down a grin, trying to look like an ebondenn badass. “And what was that, Azane?”
“I spoke with pack Atiir to see if their cat might be having kittens soon.”
Ink snorts. “And?”
“Well, turns out their mama had some a turn ago. So...”
Ink looks at me expectantly. “So... what,exactly, Azane?”
I grin, seeing the teasing in her face. “So I told them we’d take a male kitten as soon as possible.”
She shakes her head, mock exasperation firmly in place.
“Come now,” I murmur, “Let’s get up and get those forms done.”
She blinks, a smile playing at her face. “What forms, Azane?”
“Whatever ones we need to get the quantity of coffee seeds for Tristan to open a coffeehouse. Not to mention, to keep us personally stocked in the delightful beverage.”
BY THE TIME THE BOYScome downstairs, we have the papers done and submitted. I’ve also fielded a couple messages on the comm, and Ink has made some scrambled rytryl eggs.
“Oh shit, I’m so sorry alphas,” Zilas blurts as he walks into the kitchen.
At that, Ink hops up from where she is eating next to me.
She strides across the room and grabs Zilas, spinning him to the door frame.
“Grab the wall, beta,” she growls, undoing her belt.
He obeys, and I gesture Tristan to sit next to me. He does so carefully and my cunt aches, wanting to check his trainer right this moment. Both he and Zilas are nude, as Ink had commanded last night.
I slide him a plate as we hear the first solid blow land.
“Only three, Zilas, so take a deep breath,” Ink rumbles. “You do not apologize for taking care of yourselforour omega. You both needed the rest, obviously.” Another resounding slap.
Zilas whimpers, sounding turned on; but my eyes are on Tristan’s locked cock. “Did you suck him off?” I whisper.
He nods, even as we hear the last blow fall.
“That’s it, beta,” Ink murmurs, and I turn to watch.
She presses her body to his nude one. Her arm snakes around in front of him, and I see her arm work up and down quickly.
“Go ahead, my dear. Make a mess.” The gentle fapping sound of her stroking his needy cock fills the room. “Be my good boy, Zilas.” She continues working his dick. “My best beta, I love you, you know that, right?”
