Page 31 of In Stockings
“So …” I nip Archie’s shoulder, making eye contact with the other two alphas in the bed. “Can we do this again?”
Craig’s eyebrows leap up his forehead. “Now?”
“No, oh my God, I need to sleep for like a year. But I meant –”
“Yes, we will be doing this again, Omega.” Samson rolls up and kisses me over Archie’s shoulder. “I was messing around earlier. We do want to get to know you better. We want to discover whether what we’re all feeling here is genuine.”
“It is,” Archie growls.
“I agree,” Craig says. “But we need to take things slow, for Lyra’s sake. You moving in will be a big change for her.”
“We need our omega right here,” Samson says in such a sure-fire way, I can’t help agreeing with him.
“Oh-kay,” I say, totally giddy about the idea.”
“With our mate around,” Craig comtinues, “Lyra will be competing for our attention–”
“She’ll never compete for your attention,” I say firmly, “She’ll always come first –”
“I was going to say,” Craig continues, “when our mate has children.”
“Children?” My omega heart skips. “You want more children?”
“Lots and lots,” Archie growls into my neck. “I’m hoping we made one today.”
“I’m on birth control. But … I want kids so …”
“Oh fuck,” Archie chuckles, “we are going to have so much fun making babies with you, Omega.”
I can’t help it; an image floats into my mind of the future. It’s something I used to do all the time at school, carried away by daydreams of a future with these three men. In this fantasy, we’re all curled up in this bed together, the bed full of children, my belly round and ripe for popping.
A sigh slips from my mouth.
“You like that idea, little mate?”
“Yes,” I confess. “But you’re right about taking this slowly.” Although what we’ve been doing for the last few hours seems anything but. “We have to get this right for Lyra’s sake.” I hesitate. “And mine.”
Samson leans in to kiss me again, and Archie holds me tight against his chest.
My heart tells me these men will treat me right. Is my heart correct?
Soon we’re all snuggling up together in the bed, and I’m warm and secure between the huge bodies of my mates.
I drift to sleep with a content smile on my lips.
* * *
When we wake latein the afternoon, we make love again, and then I soak in a deep, hot bath. I may be an omega, but I’m sore, and it’s probably for the best that Lyra will be home soon. I’m fastening the last button on my freshly laundered plaid dress when the front door slams open, and a little voice cries, “I’m home.”
Footsteps race up the staircase, and the door to the guestroom flings open.
“TwinkleToes!” Lyra screeches. “You’re still here.” She flings herself at me, hugging me tight around my tummy.
“Hey Lyra, did you have fun swimming?”
She ignores my question. “Are you staying for a sleepover?”
“No, I’ve got to go back to my house.”
