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Nipping and kissing her lips lazily, I watch as she melts for me. Ransom’s hips move with Lore’s and Marie whimpers as her walls inevitably contract around him. Wanting to feel it for myself, I push my fingers in beside his knot.
“Wilder,” she whines.
“I don’t like that I’m not inside you too,” I shrug. “I need to feel you come around his knot and my fingers.”
“You’re… dammit,” Ransom groans, tearing his mouth away from Lore to take a breath.
“Such a pretty alpha play thing,” Lore chuckles, waiting for me to get three of my fingers inside of Marie’s pussy.
I meet his eyes and nod that I’m good to go before I begin to rub my finger over Marie’s clit. Lore is careful as he begins to move his hips with more gentle thrusts so none of us hurt our omega. Marie writhes under our attention, and more slick pushes out of her cunt to slide over my fingers.
“You may be our omega, but you’re still our pretty little whore, aren’t you, baby?” I ask, kissing her as her back arches for more.
“Yes,” she gasps. “Since the beginning. Even when I hated you.”
“One day, I’m gonna need that story,” Ransom growls.
“When all the guns are locked up,” Lore says, bemused.
Storm takes this as his moment, and adds his bite right beside mine. I decide to let her scream while I fuck her pussy with my fingers and Ransom’s knot, growling happily when she comes so hard she passes out.
Marie is right. It’s definitely never boring around here.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
One week later
Marie
“Ransom, will you wash my hair for me?” I ask, looking up at him from the bed while batting my lashes.
I don’t actually need help, I’m currently plotting. My alphas are still carting me around whenever they can, but I told them they’re not allowed to because we’re going to see the new clubhouse today, and I want to stand on my own two feet.
I might get teased otherwise, or worse yet, everyone might start treating me like I’m made of glass. I really don’t want that.
“Gladly,” Ransom says, scooping me up into his arms without effort. “Did Lore tell you Burner is in town?”
“He did not,” I say, catching Lore’s eye to mockingly glare at him.
“Sorry, Princess,” he chuckles. “He just got in at two in the morning. He has a tattoo draft ready for us to look at. If we approve it, he’ll start with me. Since you’ll be with me for theduration of the session, you can get your outline done if you want. It’s too big of a piece for you to do all at once.”
“I’m in,” I say excitedly. This isn’t to say I’m not nervous about the pain. I already had it cleared with Dr. Royal, though he gave me a heavy sigh gif along with his text.
Oh well. I can’t help that my life gives him gray hairs.
Ransom sits me on the bathroom counter as he turns on the shower, and Wilder pops his head in.
“If you’re getting a tattoo done, you’re going to need to eat well,” he says. “Don’t start anything you can't finish quickly, Little Omega. I’m heading downstairs to make breakfast.”
Pulling off my oversized nightshirt, I smirk as Wilder’s eyes immediately move to my breasts. They’re a little tender today, and I’m attributing it to the pregnancy. I’ll take this over puking my guts out any day though.
“Ey, ey. Wilder, get yourself together,” Ransom teases. “Remember you’re on a mission to feed the omega.”
“Shit. Yes, I am. Marie, if you’re going to flash your tits at me every time you want your way, I fear that it’s going to work,” Wilder mutters, holding his hand over his eyes. He parts his fingers to take another look and groans before forcing himself to leave.
“Such a menace,” Ransom says, picking me up to walk us into the running shower. I don’t bother with panties before bed since it’s just another piece of clothing between my alphas and their cocks.
They’ve all been bitten by the cock warming bug, and we regularly wake up with a knot inside of one of our holes. I beg Ransom’s finest pardon, but I am not the menace in this house. They are.
