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Davis grins at me. “Ah, our evil plan to keep you has finally worked.”
I laugh. “I guess it did.”
“Are you sure you don’t need one of us to go with you?” Asher asks, peering at my face like I’m some codex he needs to decipher.
No, I’m really not sure. What I want to do is demand that all five of them come with me to my appointment, but Maxim Werth has demanded their presence, and so they must go. Once again, I won’t stand in the way of them having a relationship with their family. I just would prefer to be left out of it for now.
I wave his concern away. “It’s fine. I’ve seen Dr. Attersby twice this week. I’m comfortable with her. You all came to the others, this is just…”
“One final checkup to make sure you’re ready for us,” Davis says, wrapping his arms around me from behind and nuzzling into my neck, taking a deep inhale of my newly revealed scent. “Fuck, beautiful, you smell so good. I want to lick every inch of you.”
It’s not fair how easily they can turn me on. Really not fair. Asher smirks down at me, no doubt picking up the way my perfume is blooming in the air. They both must be.
The last thing I need to do is be an unmated omega perfuming everywhere while heading into the doctor’s office, so I step out of Davis’s arms and dodge around Asher when he tries to grab me.
I back up a step, keeping them in my sight. “None of that right now. We all have places to be.”
Asher folds his arms over his chest, while Davis runs a hand through his hair. “I don’t think you realize how hard it is to keep our hands off you now that we can scent you, beautiful.”
“It was hard before, but now it’s damn near impossible, angel.”
I tip my chin up. “Well, you’re going to have to get used to it. We can’t just be a pile of tangled limbs and naked bodies all the time.”
A hand wraps around the front of my throat, tugging me back into a hard chest that smells like Irish cream and coffee. “Now, that sounds like my version of heaven, baby girl,” Jackson murmurs, nose pressing into the hollow behind my ear while his fingers tighten just the slightest bit. “Maybe we should consider just tying you to a bed naked, legs splayed open for us to come along and fuck you whenever we like.”
My knees go weak and there is definitely no hiding my arousal. Maybe I should be upset by the idea of that, of being bound to a bed, a toy to be used for their pleasure, but I know that scenario would actually be all about me, about my pleasure.
“Oh, you like that idea, don’t you, baby girl?” His teeth scrape over the tender skin on my neck and I swear I nearly come right then. A whine sounds from my chest when he pulls back, hand still gripping my throat but mouth nowhere near the spot that is typical of a claiming mark. “You wanna be a good little slut for us?”
“Holy fucking shit,” I hear Topher groan, just before he pops up in front of me, pupils blown wide with lust. “Look at you, baby. He got you all wet and needy, didn’t he?”
“They did,” I try to accuse, but it comes out far too husky for that.
Topher tsks. “Well, we can’t have you going to the doctor like this, can we?”
I shake my head as much as I can while Jackson’s fingers tighten just slightly around my throat. “How long do we have?” Topher asks, pretty chocolate brown eyes flicking up to Jackson. I assume he’s not asking me.
Jackson hums against the side of my head. “Not long. Your appointments at three, right, baby girl?”
I nod. “Yes.”
“Ten minutes.” He growls. “How many times do you think we can make you come in ten minutes?”
Under normal circumstances, like if I was by myself using a dildo or a vibe, I would say one if I’m lucky. But with them? God, who knows?
Topher doesn’t wait for my answer anyway, flicking open the button on my jeans and tugging down the zipper, revealing the lace panties underneath. Jackson helps him slide both articles of clothing over my hips and down my thighs with one hand, while the other tightens on my neck. “I didn’t hear an answer, Sylvie.”
My throat bobs against his palm as I swallow. “I don’t know,” I rasp. “I’ve never… Its different with you.”
Topher smiles up at me from where he’s helping me step out of my pants and Davis and Asher move closer, eyes focused on the spot between my legs. Jackson hums against the side of my head, cheek sliding along mine as his Irish coffee scent grows deeper.
“It is different with us,” he murmurs, then his foot kicks my legs apart, exposing me further. Davis bites his knuckle, blue-gray eyes heavy lidded on me.
“Fuck,” Asher moans. “That is the prettiest fucking sight I’ve ever seen. I’ll never get tired of it.”
My hips move, grinding back against Jackson. His erection pressing between my ass cheeks. Topher leans forward and buries his nose in the crease of my thigh, his hot breath gusting over my needy center.
“Please,” I moan.
