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I sigh, lowering the claws slowly, giving Mia one last hopeful glance. She doesn’t budge. For some unfathomable reason, she doesn’t see what an amazing idea this is, the way I do. Maybe she’s just feeling too territorial to share me with Simon. She must be jealous of the closeness Simon and I share.

Still, I’m deeply offended on Simon’s behalf that he’s been excluded completely. “Fine. Not the time for claws. Later, then?”

She huffs and gives me an exhausted glare.

With the reverence that Simon deserves, I carefully set the claws back on the shelf for later. Making sure they’re in line of sight so that Mia doesn’t forget to include Simon as soon as she feels up to it. Whenever she can get past her jealousy or whatever other irrational thing that’s stopping her.

When I try to join everyone again on the bed, Zak stops me with a hand on my chest.

“Come on,” he says, still grinning like this is the funniest thing that’s ever happened to him. “Let’s go grab water and snacks.”

I stare at him.

Then past him.

Mia is curled up against Spencer, squirming in his lap with her hips rolling. Clearly, she’s ready to get him inside her. Our omega is insatiable.

My shoulders droop. “I don’t want to. I want to play.”

He snorts. “You should have thought of that before you tried to bring your sweaty sloth claws into the mix and offended our omega.”

I gasp. “Don’t call any of Simon’s parts sweaty. He’s not dirty, and he doesn’t like when you make that insinuation.”

Zak doesn’t respond. He stands from the bed and grabs my hand, pulling me away against my will.

Just great.

One brilliant idea that isn’t appreciated, and I’m forced to be deprived of the glorious sight of Mia riding Spencer like her life depends on it. I make sure to look back in time to grab at least one good mental image to save for the spank bank. Mia makes one hell of a cowgirl when she’s in heat.

Chapter Thirty-One

Spencer

The entire first day of Mia’s heat passes in a sort of pleasure-induced blur.

I’ve been inside of our omega over and over again, knotting her until she’s boneless in my arms and eating her pussy until she passed out… twice. I’ve listened to her whines and whimpers, smiling smugly every time one of us brought her to the point of outright screaming her pleasure.

And I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of any of it.

Now, I’m making her a small plate of fruit and cheese from the groceries that I had delivered. Staying in her small apartment had some benefits, besides being with her as much as possible. I saw what kind of food she usually keeps on hand and reaches for first.

Of course, I was a little concerned to find that she was more interested in snacks than essentials. She likes to eat, but I’m starting to understand that she likes eating more than cooking. Not a big deal, since Zak enjoys cooking so much, and it seems he might be ready to move into a more domestic role anyway.

Most of Mia’s preferred groceries involve carbs, chocolate, or wine. Things she apparently considers “main food groups,” which she shared with me in complete seriousness.

The more time we spend with her, the more confident she seems to become. Her sassiness has been revealing itself, testing my patience slightly, but fuck if I’m not completely obsessed with her.

We overlooked her eating habits while we all adjusted to some big changes immediately after finding each other. But now her heat has come, and we can’t avoid proper nutrition. Her body is working overtime and it’s the pack’s job to take care of our omega.

It’s my job.

Plus, I’m confident that if we introduce healthier snacks with a proper reward system, she’ll be willing to adjust her diet slightly in the long term. No one is going to take her ice cream. I just want to also get some vegetables into the mix.

I finish slicing the fruit, arranging it in a heart shape, and add a few crackers and mixed nuts beside the cheese. Balanced and nutritious. Quick and easy. Something she can manage even if she wants to argue about it first.

Which she will. She might still be under the haze of her heat, but she’s managed to dodge getting real sustenance the last two times I’ve tried to get her to eat in favor of more sex. Luckily, Zak and Freddie got her to eat some snacks earlier, so her belly isn’t completely empty. But we can’t keep up this pace much longer without proper nutrients.

I’m not going to let her distract me again. Not this time. I’ll force the issue if I have to.