Page 117 of Pack Baby for the Bratva
"After tomorrow," I agreed.
Maeve rested her head against my shoulder. "That's love, Gregor. It's inefficient and it takes up all your processing power and you can't do a thing about it."
"That’s not encouraging."
"It's not supposed to be. It's supposed to be true."
Fergus had fallen back to sleep, he kicked one paw as he dreamed. Outside, the shadows had nearly reached the tree line. Somewhere beyond the gates, Finn O'Shea was preparing to arrive and collect what he thought he was owed.
But in the sitting room, the light was gold and my omega was warm against my side and my son's fist was wrapped around my thumb.
Tomorrow, violence.
Tonight, this.
The house was dark when Maeve came to us.
Mac had been fed and settled. Fergus was on duty at the foot of the bassinet. The guard outside the nursery had been rotated. Everything was in its place except the three of us, who had been pacing separate corners of the master bedroom like wolves waiting for a signal.
She walked, took off her thin robe, and was wearing nothing but moonlight and the mark Artem had already given her.
She didn't wait.
She came to me first. I didn’t know why she chose me first. She grabbed the collar of my shirt and pulled me down to her mouth.
"Maeve," I said against her lips.
"I want all three of you." Her voice was steady. Commanding. The voice of an omega who had spent years being currency and had decided to become a queen instead. "Before tomorrow. I want to be fully yours and I want you to be fully mine."
She walked with a sexy wiggle to the bed. Before she could make it I picked her and held her in my arms.
Her scent wrapped around me like a drug, sweet and needy and unmistakably ours. Artem and Ivan followed me onto the nest, their low growls vibrating through the room as I laid our omega in the center of the massive bed. But she didn't want careful. She wanted our strength. She wanted to feel the undeniable power of her pack.
"Please," she whimpered, her hands tangling in Ivan's hair as he trailed open-mouthed kisses down her stomach. "I need you. All of you."
Her skin was flushed, her breath coming in short, needy gasps.
"Kiss me, omega." Artem claimed her mouth, kissing her deeply while his hands mapped the curves of her body.
Ivan spread her thighs.
My cock was already painfully hard, the knot at the base beginning to swell.
I settled beside her, cupping one soft breast and rolling the nipple until it was stiff between my fingers.
She whimpered as Ivan buried his face between her legs and devoured her soaked center with long, hungry strokes of his tongue.
The sounds he made were feral. Her hips bucked against him and her fingernails dug into his scalp. He plunged two thick fingers inside her, stretching her while he sucked hard on her swollen clit. Maeve cried out, coming hard on his face, and flooding his mouth with her slick.
I growled in approval. “Good girl. Give it to us.”
Artem flipped her onto her hands and knees. He mounted her in one smooth thrust, burying himself to the hilt in her slick soaked pussy.
I knelt in front of her and fed my heavy cock between her swollen lips. She took me eagerly, sucking and swirling her tongue while Artem fucked her with deep, measured strokes.
When her orgasm hit, her moans vibrated around my shaft. Artem snarled and slammed forward.
"Knot me," she begged.
