I sit down next to her, clearing my throat a little awkwardly. When Teddy fed her dinner the other night, he just pulledher into his lap. But…she and I don’t know each other quite that well yet.
Something I fully intend to change.
Until I can do that, though, my alpha is raging at me to feed my omega. To take care of her. To satisfy every want and desire until she’s a writhing mess beneath me—
Pancakes, dammit.
Start with the fucking pancakes.
“Wren?” I glance at her, pulling a few pancakes onto my plate. Teddy looks at me like he wants to wring my neck for serving myself first, but if she agrees to what I’m going to ask, it’ll beherplate.
“Yes?” Her voice is so damn sweet, it makes my heart flutter. Or maybe I need to go to a cardiologist—I wouldn’t know, my heart has neverflutteredbefore.
“Can…” Dammit, why is this so hard to say? Teasing I can do. Lighthearted fun? Sure. But a genuine request from the very base of my alpha needs?
Fuck.
Justsayit. I want to feed you.
Wait. That sounds weird.
I want you to eat from my hand?
Fuck, no. She’s not a zoo animal, and we have cutlery, like civilized people.
She’s staring at me expectantly, and the words are stuck on my tongue. This is exactly why I stick to my computers. I don’t have to think about if a code is awkward before I type it. Shit. Teddy is going to start laughing at me at any moment, my face is burning— “Will you eat my hand?”
Wait, what?
Teddy bursts out a laugh, and now my face reallyisflushed.
Wren’s expression turns confused for a split second before her eyes dart from the food to me, and she seems to understand what I was trying to say.
But I need to say it right, dammit.
“I mean…can—”
“It’s okay,” Wren says gently, reaching for my hand. “I know what you meant.”
And then, the little brat gives a devious smile before lifting my hand to her face and gently pressing her teeth to the meaty part between my thumb and palm.
My cock stirs.
“Like that?” she asks innocently, fluttering her lashes at me.
“You really are a brat, aren’t you?” I rumble, and her cheeks flush as I reach for her waist and pull her into my lap. Her eyes widen, and her scent grows stronger as she feels my hardening dick under her ass, but it’s no secret the effect she has on me.
Onallof us.
“Why do you say that like it’s a good thing?” Her breath hitches as she looks up at me.
“Because it is,” I grin, all nervousness gone now that my omega is in my arms and looking at me like I’m the only thing she sees, “if you’re comfortable enough to be a brat, it means that you feel safe with me. With us.”
Her eyes dart down to my mouth. “I know you would never hurt me. Any of you.”
“Good,” I murmur, leaning down and brushing a kiss across her lips. “Now, will you let me feed you?”
She stares up at me, all sparkling amber eyes and flushed cheeks. She nods without a word, and I grin, keeping her in my lap as I pick up a fork and knife to start serving my omega breakfast.
