Page 8

Vance smiled shyly. “I would, wouldn’t I?”

“Absolutely,” Jules agreed with a happy grin. “Just don’t make me and Augs always deal with the stinky diapers. You guys have to do your share of the work.”

“Share?” Vance snickered. “Knocking up our Omega is doing plenty of work.”

“Fuck you, Vance. You know what I mean.” Jules scowled adorably.

Vance cupped the back of Julius’ head and gave the Beta a light shake. “I’m joking. I promise to change plenty of shitty diapers if we procreate.”

I pushed Auggie off me, frowning at Vance. “If? If! Don’t I get a say here?”

Auggie tumbled to the side, then cuddled in close, lapping at my cheek and ear. “Of course you do, but I hope you say yes. I love babies.”

“It’s true,” Jules confirmed. “He’s the baby whisperer. I’m the one who likes to nurse.”

I rolled my eyes and lightly backhanded him. “Baby gets first dibs.”

Vance hummed thoughtfully, his eyes brightening. Was he imagining me nursing? Was I actually imagining myself nursing? Fuck, we were getting way ahead of ourselves.

“How about we get on with the mixing before we put the bun in the oven?” I canted an eyebrow at my Alphas.

Jason chuckled and bumped Vance’s upper arm with a fist. “Good point. I put the first ingredients in; now it’s your turn.”

I stuck out my tongue at Jason. “That was so bad.”

“Let me make it good,” Vance chortled, lifting my legs and holding them in the bend of his elbows. He shuffled forward and leaned down, lining his cock up with my hole.

The head brushed the sensitive furled skin several times, and I wiggled to get him inside. “Please.”

“Hm?”

“Don’t play stupid.” I hooked my hands around his neck and took a page from his own playbook. “Fuck me. Breed me. Make me yours.”

Vance sucked in a sharp breath. He stared at me as I hauled my upper body up and planted my mouth on his. I bit his lower lip and then licked across it to soften the sting.

“Fuck me hard, Alpha.”

He shoved forward, impaling me on his thick length. I cried out, but he didn’t stop. He steadily invaded my body in the best way. I groaned as each inch filled me to bursting, rubbing against my sensitive inner walls and pressing against my prostate.

“Oh, God. Yes. Keep going. You feel so good,” I egged him on when he paused to check on me. “So full.”

“Fuck, River. Omega.” He let go of my legs and curled around me. I wrapped my legs around his wide body, ignoring the stretch in my inner thighs, which would undoubtedly make walking tough later, as he nuzzled under my jaw and mouthed at my throat and shoulder. “Mine.”

“Yes,” I crooned, stroking across the hard planes of his back. “I’m yours, and you’re mine. You and Jason, Jules and Auggie. All mine. My pack.”

I gasped at the sting of Vance’s teeth clamping onto the side of my neck. He growled and moaned as he rocked into me, beginning a rhythm that started slow but quickly built to a fever-pitch. He banged into me, hard and fast, for several minutes before he pulled out and flipped me over. I landed on my stomach, but he hauled me onto my knees, planted a hand between my shoulder blades, and plunged back inside my ass.

“Take it, Omega,” Vance ordered, his voice rough with arousal. “Fuck, it’s been too long since I had a hole this tight. Gonna fill you up so good. Gonna breed you over and over again. Keep you in bed, using you, fucking you, filling you with our come, and eventually our pups. You are going to be glorious.”

I writhed on the bed, canting my hips up to meet every punch of his cock inside me, loving his enthusiasm and the verbal praise. Damn, I didn’t even know I had a praise kink, but every time he said something nice, my heart clenched happily, and I gushed more slick.

Fingers brushed the top of my hole, rubbing slick and cum into my skin. Jason knelt behind Vance, his hands cupping my hips and squeezing, lifting me to meet Vance’s thrusts. The slap of our skin echoed in my ears, coupled with the dirty, sweet nothings Jules whispered beside me.

“You’re so beautiful, River. We are so fucking lucky you chose us. I can barely believe this is real right now. It’s gonna be me next. While Jason and Vance recover, I’m going to slip my dick inside you, keep you plugged with their cum; add my own to the batter.” He chuckled darkly, a tone I’ve heard before, usually during missions, right before buildings go boom. “Yeah, we’re gonna knock you up. Not tomorrow or the next day or next heat. Today.”

This was one helluva boom, but goddamn, I wanted it. Whatever they wanted, I’d give it if I could. If they wanted children, then I’d do my part to grow our pack. I was doing it. We’d gone from a count of one—me—to five with just a few taps of my fingertips to bring them here, and if I did get pregnant…

“Omega,” Vance growled, “look at me.” He grabbed my shoulder and thrust hard, driving his thick cock deep inside me.