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“You can be honest with us, Nora,” Griffin says, placing my empty bowl on the coffee table. “We’re not going to judge you, or get mad at you if you have wants or needs.”
And normally, I’d accept that, and still be hesitant to share. I hate rocking the boat or making waves.
But now, I can feel the sincerity of his words. Sure, I’ve always been able to hear it, and I truly trust my mates, but this is an additional way of reassuring myself. It’s one I can’t doubt.
“I want a baby,” I whisper.
“Then we’ll try again next time if this time fails,” Voss says, giving me a grin. “It’ll give us time to baby proof the house, and deal with all our threats.”
“Don’t scare her,” Griffin snaps, throwing a pillow at Voss. He then smiles at me. “A baby is a blessing, and it’s one we’re all ready for.”
“And if you are pregnant now, we’ll just kill everyone who looks at you wrong,” Cevon says in a tone that is mean to be reassuring.
“Whoa, wait, no,” I say, attempting to sit up. “I really don’t want—”
“I love your way of thinking, bro,” Voss says, beaming at Cevon. The two of them fist bump, and I groan.
“Atty!” I whine, and my Alpha grins. Orson nudges him, murmuring something I can’t hear.
“No,” he says, glancing between the two troublemakers. “Absolutely not.”
“Whoa, what the fuck was that?” Cevon demands.
“Oh, yeah, Nora’s not afraid to cry to daddy,” Mal says, and Cevon rolls his eyes.
“How do you feel about where your bites are?” Micah asks, smiling at me.
I’ve got seven bites. Four in normal locations, or at least, normal enough. These ones are the one on my neck from Atticus, the one on my hip from Micah, the one on my wrist from Orson, and the one just under my ear from Griffin.
But then we’ve got the sexual marks, the one which were fun to have, and even more fun to have tended to. We’ve got the one on my butt cheek is from Cevon, the one on my breast from Malachi, and the one on my vagina from Devoss.
“They’re great,” I say, my ginger brushing against Griffin’s. The man groans, giving me a small smile. “Sensitive?”
“It’s like you’re calling for me,” he says, and I frown. But then Griffin touches his, and I whimper feeling the sudden rush of desire. “It depends on your emotion I think.”
Cevon touches his, and I smile. He’s curious, intrigued, and that kind of influences how I feel. It’s strange, and I’m going to enjoy playing with this over the next few days.
“I feel good with it,” I say when Micah raises an eyebrow. “Some are in fun places.”
“You’ve got a cheek,” Devoss says, winking at me. “You bit my fucking dick.”
“I thought we agreed that was my wolf,” I say, shooting him a betrayed look. He laughs. “And um, you were the one who was really, really into it.”
Voss shrugs. “Some men get dick piercings, some are smart enough to get their mate bond there. I can’t wait to fuck you whilst you’re lucid, and see how different it is.”
I groan, shaking my head. “Nope. This vagina is closed for business for at least a month.”
“A month?” Micah asks.
“A month,” I say. “I’ve had enough dick to last me until then.”
“Enough of Voss’s tiny dick, sure,” Cev says. “But not mine.”
“Of everyone’s,” I reply.
“Don’t worry, little queen,” Atticus says, with a smug smile. “I don’t need to get my dick wet. I do however, want to taste your—”
“No!” I shriek, wriggling on Mal’s lap. “Okay, what’s next?”
