“P… pregnant?” I interrupt.
All three of them grin wolfishly.
“Oh, you’re definitely getting pregnant,” Callum rumbles. “We’ve been filling you with our seed for hours. It’s only a matter of time.” His smile is ridiculously proud.
My hand drifts to my stomach and I realize…I want that too. I want their pups. To be round with their children. Oh Lord.
Arkan’s eyes grow heavy with lust as he murmurs, “Our omega likes that idea.”
“Maybe,” I mutter, looking at them from under my lashes, chewing on my lower lip.
“Definitely,” Baylin corrects, leaning in to nuzzle my neck. “I can smell it on you. Your omega wants to be fucking bred.”
Heat floods through me. I’m getting wet again. Already. Despite everything we’ve done.
“Fucking greedy,” Callum growls, his hand sliding under my dress. “So fucking perfect.”
“We just…I just ate…” I try.
“And now you need us again,” Arkan finishes, removing my gown with far more dexterity than he showed earlier.
“This is ridiculous,” I protest weakly as Baylin positions himself between my thighs. “I should be exhausted.”
“You are exhausted,” Callum agrees, cupping my breasts and rubbing the calloused pads of his thumbs over my already hard nipples. “But you’re also ours. And your body knows what it needs.”
Baylin slides inside me in one smooth thrust, and I moan. Loud. Still sore, still sensitive, but God, it feels good!
Then he fucks me slowly, thoroughly, while his brothers touch and kiss and worship every inch of me…
Eight
Callum
Five days. We’ve kept our omega in her chambers for five fucking days, knotting her , feeding her, caring for her. Making sure the bond settle and she understands she’s ours.
But this morning, she surprised us.
“I need to see Snow White,” Hilda announced over breakfast.
Baylin growled immediately. Arkan tensed. I just studied her face.
“Why?” I asked.
“Because I owe her an apology.” Hilda met my eyes steadily. “I’ve been making her life miserable ever since died.her father died, I summoned you to kill her. She deserves to know she’s safe. And that I’m… different now.”
Sheisdifferent. The cold, bitter queen who gave me that order is gone. In her place is our omega…still sharp-tongued, still regal and sassy, but softer. Warmer. Happy.
“We go with you,” I stated.
“I know.” She smiled, rolling her eyes.
Now we’re walking through the castle with our omega between us.
The entire court is staring. Every single person we pass. Servants, nobles, guards, knights. Can’t blame them.
Five days ago, their queen was mean and terrifying, always dressed in formal gowns, hair perfectly styled, radiating icy power.
Today she’s wearing a simple dress…beautiful, comfortable. Her hair is loose around her soft shoulders. And she’s flanked by three massive wolf shifters who very obviously claimed her. The bite marks on her throat and every patch of exposed skin, visible. She’s not even trying to hide them.
