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I meet my alpha’s dark eyes and swallow thickly before I whimper and nods. “Yes.” I tip my head to meet Topher’s warm brown eyes. “I trust you.”
“Good fucking girl,” Asher growls just as Topher thrusts two fingers inside me. My back arches as much as it can, and a loud moan erupts from me. I might be embarrassed about this later, but right now, it just feels so damn good.
“Move the blanket,” Davis demands. “Let me see.”
Asher looks over his shoulder at the other alpha. “No. That’s not how this works, Davis, and you know it. Stop touching your cock.” My eyes fly to where Davis was slowly stroking himself through his jeans. He makes a whining noise that is very similar to what is coming out of me and then drops his hand.
“Everything you have right now is for our girl,” Asher reminds him as Topher adds a third finger. “You don’t get to touch yourself, make yourself feel good, not when she needs it. If you want to be a good boy, you save all that cum for her.”
My gaze darts back and forth between the two of them, struck by just how… hot their dynamic is. I’ve seen little bits and pieces of it, but fuck, this is another level I wasn’t prepared for. Topher’s thumb finds my clit and presses down on it at the same time that all three of his fingers curl inside me, finding my g spot like he’s Luke using the Force to shoot down the Death Star.
Asher leans forward and sucks on the side of my neck. Hard. And just like that, I come. My head tilting back as I moan their names at the ceiling. Slick drenches Topher’s hands and the sweet scent of ripe nectarines invades the room. I’m pretty sure they’ll have to use a gallon of descenter to get my perfume out of here.
Asher nips at my neck before he pulls away, and Topher kisses the side of my head, stroking a few more times before pulling his fingers out of me. Wordlessly he offers his pointer finger, covered in my creamy slick, to Asher, who immediately sucks it clean, moaning at the flavor.
He grins at me when he’s done. “Damn, angel, I think you’re my new favorite flavor.”
Behind me, Topher hums his agreement as he licks his middle finger clean. He starts on his ring finger and Davis makes a distressed noise, drawing all of our attention. His gaze focuses on Topher’s hand, on the sticky film still coating it.
He flicks his gaze to Asher. “Can I please have a taste, sir?”
Oh, my god. That is so hot. Why is it so fucking hot?
Asher hums, like he’s considering the request. Then he looks at the beta still wrapped around me. “If Topher doesn’t mind, I don’t see why not.”
I feel Topher’s mouth stretch into a smile against the back of my head, and then I watch transfixed as he offers his hand to Davis, who falls on it ravenously, making the sexiest growling moaning noises I’ve ever heard.
When he’s done, he turns to Asher and kisses him hungrily. Asher groans and laces his fingers through Davis’s curly brown hair. “Fuck, babe,” he pants pulling back, while I try not to spontaneously combust from the hotness around me. “The taste of you and her combined… That’s my favorite fucking flavor.”
I whimper. Topher nips at my neck, chuckling against my skin, before carefully nudging me off his lap and to the mattress. He stands and then offers me his hand. “Let’s get you out of this hospital gown, shall we?”
Thirty minutes later, we’re leaving. It would have been sooner, but apparently Jackson had about a million questions for the doctor and so my quick release became a much more lengthy one. By the time we make it to the car, where Sorrel kisses my cheek and promises to call me in a few days, I’m a needy mess again.
I watch as my friend walks to a towering alpha that looks vaguely familiar. He bends to press a kiss to her forehead, his hands caressing her shoulders, before he tucks her into a black sports car.
Yeah, I’ll definitely need to call her once my heat is done and figure out just who the hell that is.
Ford’s hand on my back urges me toward the car, and I climb in, moving all the way to the back seat, where there’s enough space for two of my men to join me.
Not that I want to fuck in the car or anything, but I’m feeling needy and what I need is as much contact as I can get right now.
I know we have other things to talk about, things we should discuss before this happens before we do this. Nerves cramp my stomach—or maybe that’s the heat—as I open my mouth. It snaps closed as Jackson pulls the car out of the parking lot with me snuggled between Asher and Davis in the back seat. Ford is in the middle and Topher is in the front with Jacks.
I open my mouth again. Close it again.
“You look like a fish, pipsqueak,” Ford says, sounding amused as hell. “Just say it.”
I scowl at him, but his prompting works. “I’m not sure I’ll be able to have children.” Silence greets that pronouncement, too. My gaze drops to my fingers twisting in my lap. “I don’t know for sure. But no one is supposed to be on suppressants for as long as I was and Dr. Callahan said she wasn’t sure… I can do a fertility test to see, but I thought you should know before we… before we bond. I don’t know if that’s a deal breaker for you.”
Davis pulls me into his side, his lips finding my temple. “Nothing is a deal breaker when it comes to you, beautiful. You’re ours.”
I swallow thickly. “But we used to talk about how we wanted kids.”
“One for each of us,” Asher says with a sweet smile on his face.
I nod. “Yes, and I might not be able to give that to you now.”
“Doesn’t matter,” Ford growls. I open my mouth to argue, but he cuts me off. “No, pip. It. Doesn’t. Matter. We want you. We fucking need you. If in the future we decide we want to expand our family and we find out we can’t do it by fucking you senseless, we’ll adopt.”
