“Give me that,” I demand, trying to grab the shower head out of his hand, which he raises up so high, almost giving me the feeling of a rain shower. I glare and he leans forward and kisses me softly.
“If you want more, all you need to do is ask. Did I not make you come enough times last night?”
That has my cheeks heating, because what is wrong with me that I’m this into sex? I literally just had my heat and now I’mback to wanting to climb all these Alphas as many times a day as I possibly can.
Maybe I need to see a doctor.
Nah. I don’t want them to fix whatever sex drive these men have given me.
“Please make me come, Callum. I need it so bad,” I tell him, and like a switch flips, he gives me what I want automatically. He brings the flowing water back to my pussy and I grip on to his strong arms for purchase. It doesn’t take me long to finish, and as soon as I do, I feel ready to just go lie back in bed again.
These Alphas are altering my brain chemistry.
“Better?” Callum asks, and I sigh happily. “You better get ready. Lain should be picking you up any minute now.
My fingers trace over the tattoo’s on his forearms and I can’t help but to appreciate his impressive body. How does a chef achieve such a magnificent form?
“You’re really okay with me bonding with Lain tonight?” I confirm for what must be the third time.
“Yes. Now don’t keep him waiting, he’s probably pacing around downstairs being an absolute nuisance to Greer.”
I give him one more wet kiss and get out of the shower. I’m not sure when I’ll bond with Callum, but something tells me after I bond with Lain, every ounce of me will want to complete the pack and have the security of them all bonded to me.
Being bonded isn’t as terrifying as I thought it would be. Sure, Greer is up in my shit constantly, but I kind of like it. I’ve always had issues with expressing myself and being bonded has taken a lot of guess work out of things.
I have a feeling that bonding with Lain will feel different and magical in its own way, and I can’t wait.
When I’m finally dressed and through the ordeal of drying my hair and making it presentable, I head down to the kitchen.The first person to greet me is Fergus, his gigantic head landing right on my thigh as he begs for pets.
I scratch behind his ear. “Who’s the bestest boy?” I ask.
“We can’t give him a bigger ego, Maisie,” Greer says and I laugh, continuing to pet around the shaggy dog’s ears.
“His ego is proportionate to his adorable nature. Don’t listen to him Ferg,” Lain says, and as soon as our eyes meet, I swear his face goes softer. “Are you ready to go, love?”
I swallow thickly.Love.
“Yeah, I’m ready. Am I dressed appropriately?”
“Aye. Dressed to drive me crazy, as always. I got you this though,” he says, pulling out something behind his back.
It’s a green rain jacket with Lain’s Highland Tours stamped on the breast pocket.
“Am I officially part of the team, then?”
“Even better, I’d say you’re assistant manager,” Lain says.
“Who’s the manager?”
“Fergus, of course,” Lain says easily, and Greer rolls his eyes.
“Do be home before it’s too late or I’ll worry,” Greer says.
“Okay, daddy,” Lain replies and Greer pinches the bridge of his nose.
Greer grabs me by the rain jacket, zipping it up and giving me a sweet kiss. He doesn’t let go, which irritates Lain.
“Time for you to hand over the Omega.”
