Page 42 of In Deep
“Not until later. We have the whole day to play.”
* * *
We spend the day in bed together, the alphas taking it in turns to fuck me. Sometimes the other simply watches, sometimes joins in, having me rub or suck his cock. By nightfall, I’m thoroughly exhausted but satisfied.
They bring me dinner in Zane’s room. For all the talk of meeting the rest of the pack, it seems they are keen to keep me to themselves today, but the topic crops up again as we eat.
“It’s pack lunch tomorrow. Your chance to meet Oliver and Seb,” Zane tells me.
“I can’t. I’m sorry.” I swing my gaze between the two of them. “I have a shift at the museum and work I need to hand in.”
“What time’s your shift?” Duncan asks.
“Eleven.”
“OK, well, come watch us train in the morning. You can meet them then.”
I twist stands of spaghetti around my fork and nod. “OK.”
“They’re going to love you, Rosie,” Zane reassures me.
But I’m still nervous. This relationship between the three of us is brand new and shiny and precious. What if the others don’t like me? What would that mean for me and Zane and Duncan?
When our plates are empty, their hands and mouths are back on me.
“I thought you had training?” I protest.
“We’re skipping it,” Zane mutters against my breast.
“Won’t you get in trouble?”
“Yep,” he nips at my nipple making me squeak. “But it’s just a workout in the gym and you’ve been working us hard all day.”
“Sounds like I need to work you some more, for the sake of your training,” I say, resting my hands on his shoulder.
His eyes flick up to mine with a growl and before I know it I’m being flipped onto my back.
* * *
The alarm goes off at some ungodly hour when the light is still new and the birds outside are chirping with excitement.
I groan, throwing my arm over my face.
“Come on, sugar,” Zane says, throwing back the cover, grabbing an ankle and dragging me to the edge of the bed. “We’ve got to be down at the river in thirty and you need to shower if we don’t want every alpha in this city coming to sniff you out.”
I flop back against the mattress. “It’s so early, let me sleep.”
“Nope!” He tugs me to my feet and gives my arse a slap. “Get moving.”
I pout at both the alphas and they chuckle.
“Fuck, get dressed, Omega, or we won’t be responsible for our actions,” Duncan says.
I do as I’m told, rinsing quickly under the shower before I dress. Zane examines me in my cutoffs and tank and yanks one of his hoodies over my head.
“It’ll be cold down at the river this early,” he tells me.
“How early is it exactly?” I ask.
