“Fuck,” he breathed. “You feel like–”
The door to my nest slammed open.
My head jerked to the side to see Benji in the door frame. His eyes swept over us: me, panting and pinned beneath Skye, dress shoved up to my hips, Skyeflushed from the neck up, frozen like a deer in headlights, one hand still buried in my cunt.
Benji’s gaze landed on my face, then dropped lower.
He blinked and a hand flew to his chest.
“Dios mío,you two are going tokillme,” he breathed. “I heard screaming and thought someone was hurt!”
Skye groaned and dropped his face to my shoulder again, muttering something that sounded suspiciously likeI wish I was.
“I am preparing dinner for the house and this is how you horny hedonists repay me?” Benji admonished.
Skye lifted his head up and looked at Benji.
“Well, I mean, Violet has three holes,” he said meekly.
I tried to smack his chest or sit up, but he wouldn’t let me move, so I just cut him a satanic glare.
Benji made a sound, something between a sigh and a disbelieving laugh as he finally stepped further into the room, knife and mango still in hand, and shut the door behind him.
“You’re not going to sexually stab us, are you?” Skye nodded toward the knife.
Benji’s golden hair swayed as he rolled his eyes
“No, Mi cielo, I am not going to stab my pregnant omegas.” One corner of Benji’s lips lifted as he gave us another once over. “And, I’m not going to condone fucking Violet’s pussy and ass at the same time, not right now.”
My shoulders slumped in relief, I wasn’t surehowthat specific position would work, but I wasn’t fond of the idea of being ripped in two.
“And that’scool,” Skye’s vocal fry nearly stole the last word. “But usually people don’t bring knives to bed.”
Benji’s golden brows arched as he slowly held up the mango and knife
“Actually,” he said, voice smooth as sin, “I brought itto the kitchen.You’re the ones who decided to scream and announce your sexual escapades to the whole house.”
Skye opened his mouth, then closed it again.
“I just rushed in to make sure my omegas were safe.” Benji shook his head as if he were disappointed, but the way his cock pressed against his slacks told another story. “Now I’m standing here, holding a perfectly ripe mango, wondering how you two will repay me, you know, for scaring me half to death.”
Skye narrowed his eyes. “Are youseriouslyguilt-tripping us while hard?”
Benji didn't even blink. “I’m multi-talented.”
I swallowed, still breathless from where Skye had me half-fucked. Still, I didn’t miss the fact that Benji hadn’t taken a single step back.
Instead, he slowly set the mango and the knife in the windowsill and rolled up his sleeves.
“You two looked like you were having a lot of fun without me,” he said, stepping closer, “I don’t like being left out. Especially when I bring the ingredients.”
Instantly, my eyes darted to the mango.
If he shoves that thing up my ass, I’m out.
Benji must’vereadthe look on my face, because he let out a breathy little laugh as he grabbed the dangerous fruit once more.
“This isn’t for you, Muñequita,” he assured me.
