Page 36 of Pack Baby for the Silver Foxes

One sore throat from begging, being sassy and—did they both try to put their cocks down my throat at the same time?

No! You’re delirious.

One body tender in places I’d known would be tender and several places I’d never previously considered a dick to go. I rubbed the place between my tits.

Two alphas in bed with me. Did I have no dignity?

No, my dignity was probably hiding under the bed with one of my dildos.

I remembered bringing them over in a pouch under my arm. I remembered declaring I might wear out the alphas. I remembered Lincoln laughing so hard he had pressed his forehead against the doorframe, and Hudson taking the pouch from me with the utmost courtesy of a man accepting the challenge.

Then I remembered everything else. Or at least, some of it. I remembered them talking about breeding me.

Bloody alphas get so obsessed when an omega is in heat. Though, if they wanted me forever, maybe I could give them that.

My face heated. Unfortunately, so did the rest of me.

Lincoln’s arm tightened. “Don’t start without us.”

His voice was rough with sleep.

I lifted my head just enough to glare at him. “I was blushing, not initiating proceedings.”

His eyes opened. Gray. Lincoln’s eyes were gray, darker around the rim and soft in the lamplight. That seemed unfair. Men with a body and a smile like his didn’t also need eyes that looked like weather over stone.

“And you do blush so prettily,” he said.

I shook my head. “My head is telling me the heat is over, but my body hasn’t got the message.”

“That’s why your pupils are still blown and your slick is coating my leg. You want more of us.”

I froze.

His mouth curved.

I probably did.

Hudson’s hand moved up to my face. “Good morning, beautiful.”

I turned my head as much as I could. I smiled at him, his hair was mussed, jaw shadowed because days of heat had defeated even his clean-shaven discipline. Silver marked his temples in the low light. His green eyes settled on my face with an attention that made lying feel not only difficult but rude.

“Is it?” I asked, because if my heat was over, so were we. And I wasn’t sure I was ready for that.

“Yes.”

“Bold claim.”

“Your fever’s down.”

“Ah. And now you can throw me out.”

“Is that what you want?” Lincoln asked.

“How long are you in Boston?” I replied as I turned back to him.

Lincoln rubbed his thumb over my hip. “We have some business for a couple of days, and then we can come to New York.”

I closed my eyes. “New York.” Damn. I forgot I told that little white lie. Oh, and the age one too.