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I nod gratefully and go through, shutting the door behind me. I reach in and turn the shower on, letting the water warm up, and the steam fills the air. I pull my dress off over my head, throwing it into my laundry basket, and shimmy my tights down my legs.
I undo the zipper on my bra and toss that over there, too.
I don’t know why I’m surprised when the door opens a few moments later. I spy him through the mirror but at this distance can’t tell which one of them it is.
It’s not Seb, since he wouldn’t give up his hold on Phoebe after this little of a time. It’s not Topher, since he’s at the office, handling his plans for the grand confrontation.
I’ve been on edge all day today, worrying about the visit we were going to have with his parents, but they didn’t end up getting back until late afternoon and went straight into work mode.
Or at least, that’s the claim.
It pissed Topher off even more, and rather than give me a moment of relief, it’s only increased my anxiety. My fiancé is dead, and she’s believed to be the reason why.
I do not want to face her. Not even a little bit.
But then I’ve heard even more about her. The way she’s treated her daughters, the feelings she has on werewolves and their duty. She wants Phoebe in her pack because Phoebe’s a female born wolf and it adds worth, but I guarantee that she also wants us here because it adds more fuel to the fire with the Greys.
I still have no idea what fate wants from me. She’ll have our entire path mapped out, and I don’t know if she needs me to heal this barrier between the two branches of family or be the match that detonates it completely.
I’m scared to find out. Secrets are terrifying. It’s even worse when they’re formed because of decades old family-feuds involving a murder, and then some.
I need answers. I need them as badly as I need air to breathe.
And yet, I’m terrified to find out the truth.
There’s a loud cough from my mysterious invader, and a slow smirk appears on his face as I look at him properly. The man is shirtless with only a pair of grey shorts on, so it could be either Alex or Ben, and honestly, I’m not against staring him down, letting my eyes rake over every single inch of honeyed skin to see if a difference may emerge.
“Drop your pants, darling,” Ben demands, licking his lips. “You promised me dessert if I finished your crappy food from my sister, and I’m coming to collect on that.”
“I meant something like a cake,” I say with a laugh. I cross my arms underneath my boobs, loving the way his eyes follow the bounce. “It’s not like eating my food was that much of a hardship.”
It was. It really, really was. Talia was a terrible cook, and I’m not sure if she’s actually that bad or if she just did it out of spite.
I wouldn’t put it past her.
“My sister is a terrible cook,” Ben says, flicking the lock on the door. My heart lurches as butterflies form in my stomach. “I had two undissolved gravy granule lumps. Who even uses granules? They’re so unrefined.”
“I see. So you’re here to claim... me?”
His eyes flash a wicked blue as he strides towards me. I back up towards the counter, letting him cage me in. His hands run up my arms before trailing down my chest, lighting my body up with tingles and anticipation as he does.
He grips my hips, holding onto them firmly, and burrows his head into my boobs. Sparks fly between us where our bare skin touches, and I let out a small giggle.
“These fucking tits are glorious, babe,” he murmurs, pulling back and squeezing a boob in each hand. Milk drips out of my nipples, and his tongue darts out to lap it up on the left side as he squeezes more on the right. The milk drips down my stomach, and he switches to the right to clean me up.
“Fucking delicious,” Ben groans, taking a pebbled nipple in his mouth.
When Phoebe feeds, this is nothing more than a biological need. It doesn’t stir any true feelings in me—maybe pride for being able to provide nourishment for her, maybe even love for the strong connection we share.
But when Ben feeds from me this way, I’m overrun with desire. It’s absolutely crazy how much this simple action turns me on.
My nipples are now no longer as sensitive as they were before pregnancy, but wow, is it erotic imagining riding them when they drink me dry.
Oh, wow. I think I need that.
“Ben,” I whimper. “I was going to do bedtime with?—”
“Pheebs is with Seb and Alex and will be fine for a half hour whilst they bathe her and get her ready for bed,” he says, pulling away from my nipple to give me a serious answer. “Now, I had to smell how much fun that you had with Alex all throughout dinner tonight, so are you going to be a good girl and take your panties off for me or do I need to rip them off you?”
