“Did you have a proper breakfast already?” he teased, coming over and running his nose over my throat. “You smell fucking divine. I’m going to need you to let me bite you soon so I can feel your pleasure through the bond, baby.”
“Stop,” I groaned. “Unless you plan to fuck me, behave.”
“You’re telling me they didn’t fuck you?” he asked, glaring at the men behind me.
“Breakfast would get cold,” Nash defended. “So, I fucked her with my tongue instead.”
“Hm, we’ll have to fix that, won’t we?” Devon asked, lifting me off the counter and carrying me to the dining table, resting me in his lap. “You want me to fuck you, baby?”
“Yes,” I whimpered, pulling his hard cock free from his boxers and sinking down on it. He didn’t protest, his lips parted softly and his eyes molten with lust as he watched me bounce on his cock.
“Naughty omegas,” Braxton said as he joined us, though he certainly didn’t complain.
This was a change from our lack of sex the last several weeks. I blamed the exhaustion of melding lives.
I buried my face in his neck, breathing Devon’s green apple and cedarwood in deep as I panted, body shuddering around him.
He took over, slamming into me and holding my hips steady as he chased his own release, knowing I was close.
Our breathing was ragged and needy whines were falling from both of us. When his fingers moved from my hip to my clit, teasing over it, I knew he was close.
I ground my hips against his hand, nails biting into his skin until I was falling apart again. He came with me, his scent intensifying and washing over me as he pulled me into a searing kiss.
“Holy shit,” he breathed out as he released me. His cock was still nestled in me and I made no attempt to get off of him, staying here for a moment until the alphas were bringing food to the table.
“Think you two can eat something?” Nash teased. “Otherwise we’re having breakfast and a show.”
“I guess,” I grumbled playfully, climbing off my omega and flashing my pack in the process. They all groaned as I found my seat.
Then my gaze landed on the big bowl of scrambled eggs in front of me. The smell of them strong enough that it had me cringing back, stomach churning.
I opened my mouth to say something before slamming a hand over it and running for the closest bathroom.
The only thing I’d eaten were a few bites of fruit, which meant I was dry heaving more than anything. I whimpered as I sank against the cool tiles of the floor, my bare legs grounding me as I fought another wave of the awful nausea.
My pack didn’t hesitate to follow. Their words of concern were sweet but I was too busy trying not to puke to answer.
“So, let me be the one to address the elephant in the room,” Devon said. “Should we buy a pregnancy test?”
I spun around with wide eyes, doing the math in my head.
My heat spike was a little over five weeks ago.
Holy hell, there was no way. It wasn’t even a real heat.
Fear flooded me as I glanced from one to the next. It wasn’t until I saw the mix of shock, excitement, and curiosity that I took a breath.
No one was angry.
“I’ll be quick,” Nash said, giving me a grin before bounding out of the hall at a full sprint. I had no doubt he’d be back quickly.
Braxton brought me a glass of water while I ran upstairs to clean myself up. Nash was walking in as I reached the kitchen again, unboxing the test and handing it over.
Since they gave me privacy, I took the test back with me after it was over.
Those next three minutes were the longest of my life.
“It’ll be fine either way, little dove,” Shepherd promised. “The sight of you swollen with our baby is killing me in the best way. Even if it doesn’t happen this time, we’ll make it happen if that’s what you want.”