He nuzzles deeper into my side. “How are you feeling?”
The deep rumble of his voice, their combined scents, the heat of their massive bodies surrounding me… God.
“Sore. Exhausted. Thoroughly used.” I pause. “Happy.”
“Good.” His hand slides from my waist to my stomach, his large palm splaying where our pups are growing. “Our omega. Carrying our young.”
The reverence in his voice makes me want to cry.
Callum stirs on my other side, mumbling, “Heat’s over?”
“Yes, thank God.” I try to sit up and immediately wince. “How long…?”
“Seven days,” Arkan replies with a smirk, awake too now. He presses a kiss on my hipbone, hair messy, sleepy eyes, scruffy jaw. So damn beautiful, my heart aches.
“Sevendays?” I stare at them. “I don’t even remember most of it.”
“Heat will do that,” Callum smiles, stroking my hair. “It takes over. All you know is need.”
“And you all… stayed with me the entire time?”
“Where else would we be?” Baylin asks, tilting his head to the side, looking and sounding genuinely confused. “Our omega needed us.”
I smile huge. “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank us for taking care of what’s ours,” Arkan grumbles.
“Still.” I kiss each of them. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, little one,” Callum replies softly, squeezing my waist. “Now, how about a bath and food?”
“Both sound amazing.”
They help me to the bathing chamber…I can barely walk, my legs are so shaky. The tub fills and they settle me in the warm water, all three of them climbing in with me.
“I can bathe myself,” I try to protest weakly as Callum starts washing my hair.
“Let us,” he says simply.
So I do. Let them wash me, tend to me, care for me. It’s still strange, being cared for like this. But I’m getting used to it.
Getting used to being spoiled.
“When do you think…” I start, then pause.
“Think what?” Arkan asks, rubbing the tip of his nose on mine.
I peer up between my lashes. “When will I start showing?”
All three of them grin wide, making me laugh.
“Soon,” Baylin finally replies. “Wolf pregnancies are shorter than human ones. You’ll be showing within a few weeks.”
“How long until the pups come?”
“Four to five months instead of nine,” Callum explains. “Twins, maybe triplets.” He winks.
“Triplets?!”
