I guess there’s not an issue there.
“The boys are a bit obsessed with Marie,” Wilder explains as I rejoin them.
“They call her Little Queen,” I chuckle, remembering how Arsenal and Burner talk about her. “It’s really cute.”
Marie growls under her breath as she finishes another taco before deciding she’s full.
“If you decide you’re going in for thirds, don’t be shy,” Wilder says, walking to the sink to wash his hands. “You need your strength. It sounds like we’re going shopping.”
“Today?” Marie squeaks out.
“Yes, today,” Storm says, returning with supplies. He lays it all on the counter, and I get to work getting Lore’s shots ready. “Don’t enjoy sticking him too much. I’ll know.”
“What are you going to do?” I ask. “I have a feeling I may enjoy whatever punishment you decide to give me.”
“I’m an expert at degradation,” Lore shrugs.
“Shh. You’re just making my cock hard,” I say, stabbing him with a syringe full of antibiotics.
“Fuck,” he hisses.
“Whiskey or tequila?” Marie asks. “It’ll make you bleed a bit more, but it’ll keep you from passing out from the pain.”
“Whiskey,” Lore growls as I glove up. “Want to have some with me, Princess?”
“Sure,” she says, grabbing glasses and pouring the liquid into them.
I was concerned when I heard she was avoiding her pain by self medicating with whiskey, but now, I realize she was just trying to survive the bond sickness. It wasn’t as bad as it could have been because she muffled it with the alcohol.
Unfortunately, her stomach revolted so she couldn’t stay drunk.
Lore clinks his glass against hers, taking a deep breath as he attempts to ignore my aggressive cleaning of his wound. While these stitches were put in well, Lore has made a goddamned mess of them.
He’s such a pain in my fucking ass.
“He can be if you’re not careful,” Storm mumbles beside me as he watches me.
My skin feels very warm as I wonder if that’s what I want. I really am here only for Marie. I have no idea if I want to bottom for these alphas too at some point, even though I know what each of their cocks taste like. Lore face fucked both Marie and I as Wilder and Storm knotted her during her heat, and it all felt right.
It’s all very concerning, and my butt cheek aches with the imprint of Lore’s teeth. I’m learning a lot about myself right now, and Lore simply smirks as if he can tell.
I continue to clean and restitch his wound as if he’s not getting to me, while he drinks with our omega. She refills his glass twice while I work, and he doesn’t wince once during it. She drinks three glasses of whiskey with him, not once weaving on her feet.
This Irish omega can fucking hold her liquor.
“Since I’m not the president anymore,” Lore drawls. “Is there anything you need done, Prez?”
“Fuck no! Absolutely the hell not,” Wilder says, shaking his head. “You can have this position back. I never want to make another decision that impacts so many people’s lives again. How are you always so calm as you do this?”
As I move away, Lore’s hand reaches out and grabs Marie around the waist to yank her to him.
“Do not fuck up my hard work, dickhead,” I growl.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, Snookums,” Lore says, winking at me.
This man has no business being this gorgeous, as injured as he is.
Straddling our omega on his thick thigh, he smirks as he unbuttons and pulls down the zipper on Marie’s pants before sliding his hand underneath the waistband.
