Page 89 of Talk About… Trouble

“He’s got one more in him, don’t you, baby?” Wren asked, her tongue teasing over the shell of my ear. “Straddle his lap.”

She helped me shift, sinking me onto my alpha’s waiting cock so we were chest to chest, my cock trapped between us.

“I have two omegas to sink my teeth in,” Nash praised. “My alpha is about to go feral if I don’t.”

“Bite us,” Wren urged, tilting my head for him, hers waiting inches away. Nash lunged forward, claiming me then her in quick succession, soothing over both as he fucked me.

“My turn,” I said, leaning forward and biting him on his pec. Something I could admire every time his shirt was off. Wren was at my side, biting his shoulder.

Nash was in the bond now, the final piece. The lightness in his soul lifted ours, giving the bond a burst of light it needed to be balanced.

“Now give me your knot,” I demanded, the words slurring as I finally let myself sink back into that blissful fog.

Wren

The past seven days have been pure bliss. I could feel the bond flowing through my veins, the undercurrent of my mates’ presence always with me now.

My body was tired but not overly exhausted, thanks to Braxton, always making sure that I took a lot of breaks in between… even if they had to distract my omega to let me do it.

Devon had been insatiable and absolutely delicious. I’d enjoyed every moment of that heat, and the bonding was just the icing on top.

When I checked my phone this morning and saw Avery’s message along with pictures of the rings, I knew that Devon would be just as excited when he woke up.

His heat had started to break last night. He slept longer, his skin wasn’t as flushed, and I hoped that today, after a shower and some coffee, he’d start getting back to normal.

The poor alphas needed a break.

Shepherd set me up cutting fruit for breakfast while he and Nash handled the stove. It was a small sign of trust I was determined to not break. Maybe they’d let us try cooking actual food again soon.

Braxton was still upstairs with our omega and would call if he needed us, but I had a feeling we’d see both of them make an appearance soon. Not to mention, this farmhouse was old enough that it kept nothing to the imagination. The moment I heard the rattling of the pipes, I knew that they were showering off the week of debauchery.

“I guess it’s over,” I said. “Is it weird that I’m kind of sad, but also happy?”

“No,” Nash said. “I’m exhausted, and it was amazing, but I’m also ready to get my sassy omega back.”

“It was kind of strange to have a submissive, docile version of my firecracker,” Shepherd agreed. “To be fair, he was still just as demanding as he always is.”

We just laid out breakfast on the table, or brunch, really. It was late in the day when they padded downstairs. Poor Devon had circles under his eyes, but his smile was bright and cheerful.

“It’s good to be back,” he teased, coming over and wrapping his arms around me, patting my stomach gently. “How’s my omega and our sweet baby? Was the heat too rough on you?”

I put down the container I was getting ready to carry to the table and turned around in his arms, my hands sliding up his neck as I kissed him. “We are perfect, and you are perfect. Don’t worry, our beta took care of me, too.”

“Thank you,” he told Braxton, sounding relieved. I hated that he was worrying about this. I would have reassured him sooner if I knew it was an issue.

“Speaking of,” I said, leaning in to whisper in his ear, disguising it as a hug. “Avery sent me a message. The rings are in, and I have pictures. They’re absolutely perfect.”

“Good,” he responded back, his voice just as low. “Well, we can conspire against them later. I’m sure our poor alphas are going to need a good nap.”

“Mama Whitaker offered up her kitchen in case you needed to prepare for anything.”

“Awesome,” he said, giving me a wink before helping carry the dishes to the table. Nash pulled our omega into his lap while he and Shepherd fed him bites of food. Devon soaked it in.

It was funny. I could see how this would be something that would rock most omegas, freak them out, and make them jealous. For me, seeing my alphas take care of our omega so well just filled me with happiness. I could feel his contentment in the bond, and it was everything.

Omegas might not mix together when they’re not a pack, but when they were, it was perfect.

My phone rang, and I hurried over to the kitchen island where I left it. I pulled it from the charger, expecting to see Avery or someone checking in. Instead, I nearly dropped it when I saw my lawyer’s name.

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