Gamers’ Omega (Gimme MMMMMore #5)

Chapter 9

~May~

“W elcome home,” Freddie said as he opened the door and leaned in for a kiss.

I chuckled as he stepped back to let me in. “Thanks? Could have sworn I just paid rent on an apartment though.”

“About that,” Beck replied. “How much longer do you have on your lease?”

I sighed. “Through September. My lease would renew on October first, but I’m going to try to find something on this side of town. Closer to work and you guys.”

Tony patted the couch, and I took a seat next to him.

“What if I said we had a different option?” Freddie asked.

“Hmmm?”

He reached over and snagged a small box from the mantle, then handed it to me. “Go ahead.”

I pulled the twine bow loose, then opened the box. A single key rested on a square of cotton. “Is this?”

Ian reached over—across Tony—and squeezed my knee. “You don’t have to decide now. We wanted you to have a key anyway. But whenever you’re ready, we’d like for you to move in.”

“Are you sure?”

Beck strode over, sat on my free side, and tugged me onto his lap. “Positive.”

Freddie nodded then took a seat. “We’d already been discussing it before that first time you shared the bed with us. But since then…” He licked his lips. “It feels right to wake up with you there. It’s like something is missing on those nights you don’t spend the night.”

“I like being here too,” I admitted.

“Is that a yes then?” Tony asked, a hopeful tone to his voice. “Will you move in?”

I nodded. “Yes. I’ll talk to my landlord too. Maybe I can sublet or something.”

“We’ll help you move your stuff, of course,” Freddie stated. “We might have to get a storage unit until we sort out the furniture, but we can cover that.”

I burst into laughter.

“What’s so funny?” Tony asked.

“I never told you?” I asked.

“Told us what?”

“I rented it furnished. Since I moved so often I don’t have much. I limit myself to what can fit into my car. I don’t even own the plates and silverware. My clothes, some linens, personal electronics, and a few sentimental items are pretty much it.”

“That’s all?” Ian asked.

I hummed and nodded again. “Yeah. When I first left home I made the mistake of renting unfurnished. I spent a whole bunch of money to get everything, then realized that it would be almost as much to move it all as it would be to replace. I got stuck in that cycle for a couple of moves. I saved money by buying from thrift stores rather than new, and donating it again when I left. Then a coworker asked why I didn’t rent furnished places. I tried that on the next move and never looked back. No worrying about getting help moving heavy things in and out. No waiting for that first paycheck to be able to afford more than a single chair and small folding table. Instead, I’d arrive, sign the lease, carry a few totes in, and be comfortable.”

“I think I see the appeal,” Beck chuckled.

“I like bird kissed a bird,” Pico declared.

I burst into laughter. “That’s a new mashup.”

“And now you’ll get treated to all his new mashups,” Beck replied.

I smiled. I hadn’t moved in yet, but it already felt like home.

∞∞∞

I let out a long breath as I used my new key and let myself into the guys’ house.

“Welcome home. How was your first meeting with your sex therapist?” Tony asked as I took a seat beside him on the couch.

I leaned against him. “Good, but draining.”

“Everything ok?”

I nodded. “I’d authorized him to get whatever information he needed from my previous therapist, but he still wanted to rehash the basics with me. I expected that, but it’s still hard to talk about it all at first. It feels so silly when other people have legitimate fears because of actual trauma.”

“Your fears are no less legitimate just because your circumstances are different,” Beck stated as he walked in from the kitchen.

“It’s just a hurdle to remind myself that I’m not wasting his time.”

“I think the only way you could waste his time, was if you didn’t want to go to therapy,” Beck replied. “So as long as you feel like you’re benefitting from it, then it’s not a waste.”

I smiled. “Thanks.”

Beck leaned in for a kiss. “Just remember, asking for help is a sign of strength. Weak people are afraid of appearing weak. Strong people know when to put their ego aside and admit they can’t do it alone.”

I laughed. “I don’t feel strong, but I’ll take your word for it.”

He smiled. “You are strong. Even if you don’t feel it, the rest of us can see it.”

“Mm-hmm,” Tony agreed.

The sound of flapping, then Pico landed on my head. “Pretty bird, who’s a pretty buuuuuurd?” he asked, leaning over my forehead.

I laughed and offered him a finger, which he promptly hopped onto. I kissed his little head and inhaled.

“Why do you smell so good, Pico?” I asked.

Beck laughed. “Welcome to the bird sniffers club.”

“Huh? That’s a thing?”

Tony laughed. “Not officially, but it seems to be common among bird owners. Plenty of people like their smell.”

“It is nice,” I said.

“I think so too,” Beck agreed.

“I always seem to end up with a fluff feather in my nose,” Tony laughed.

I smiled and watched as Pico flew to Beck’s shoulder.

“Pico, Pico, Pico,” Beck sing-songed. “Little birdie stink-o.”

I burst into laughter as Beck made a show of sniffing Pico’s back.

“Are we huffing the bird again?” Ian joked from the hall.

“Looks like it,” Freddie chimed in. “Come here, Pico!”

Pico flew over, and I couldn’t hold back giggles when Freddie sniffed him.

“Bunch of weirdos,” Ian laughed. “You’re normal, right Eric?”

“Sorry,” Tony replied before I could. “He’s fallen prey to the allure of bird smell.”

“Nooooo!” Ian mock-gasped, holding a hand to his chest and pretending to stagger back dramatically.

I burst into laughter.

“How was your appointment?” Freddie asked as he rounded the couch and took a seat.

I let out a long sigh. “We were just discussing that. It was hard, but good. I think we got the floor laid so that we can move forward.”

He leaned in and kissed my temple. “That’s good.”

I smiled, then remembered something else. “Oh, yeah. I have good news.”

“What’s what?” Ian asked.

“I talked to my landlord to ask if I could sublet. He said that if I can be out by the end of the month, he’ll release me from the lease without a fee. Apparently, he’s done that before because he can do short-term summer rentals.”

“Really?” Tony asked.

I nodded.

Ian reached over, picked me up, and spun me around. “I can’t wait until you’re here with us every day.”

I laughed as he set me down. “Me neither.”

“Just tell us what day you want us there to help you move,” Freddie said. “We’ll be there.”

∞∞∞

The bed was warm and comfortable.

It was amazing how quickly I’d become used to sharing a bed with four other men. I’d slept alone for my entire life, but in a few short weeks, I slept better when surrounded by my mates.

I smiled and curled under the covers to chase those last few minutes of half-sleep comfort before I’d have to get up.

My mates…

It was strange how easily I’d started to think of them like that. But they were.

A soft moan caught my attention—Ian.

“Like that?” Freddie whispered.

“Yes,” Ian breathed.

I shivered. One thing I’d learned was that once a couple of my men got started, it wasn’t long before everybody was doing something.

I’d also learned that despite the intense fucking that I’d seen that first night I was with them, they were just as eager to pleasure each other without penetration. I didn’t have to open my eyes to imagine Freddie just jerking Ian.

Sure, somebody could end up on the receiving end of a knot, but it was just as likely that it didn’t happen.

“Did I hear you stirring over here?” Tony asked as he shifted over.

“Mm-hmm,” I murmured.

“Interested?” he prodded.

My dick perked up at the thought. “Maybe.” Then I realized I didn’t hear somebody. “Where’s Beck?”

Tony chuckled as he kissed my collarbone. “Got out of bed a few minutes ago. He said he wasn’t in the mood this morning.”

“Ok.”

I moaned as Tony licked the side of my neck.

“So is that a yes?”

“Yes,” I replied, rolling to my back.

He shimmied up and captured my lips in a kiss while one hand trailed down my stomach and he teased my dick with his fingertips.

I gasped and bucked up into his touch.

“Good?” Tony asked as he shifted slightly.

“Feel’s good.”

“Good.” He paused. “Do you trust me?”

“Hmm?” I asked as the scared part of my brain tried to edge back in.

He pecked my lips again. “Don’t worry. I just want to try frotting with you. My cock against yours. Nothing anywhere near your entrance. Just something added to what you already like. If it’s not for you, I’ll stop.”

I swallowed. “O-ok.”

He smiled and gave me a few more strokes. Then he paused and grabbed a bottle of lube from the headboard. He squeezed a bit into his hand, warmed it, and shifted to straddle me.

My breath caught and the scared part of me started to panic.

Tony leaned in to kiss me. “Are you ok?”

I forced my fears down and nodded. My mates had proven themselves trustworthy.

“One word, and I stop,” he promised. “I want you to enjoy yourself.”

“Ok.” I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, then met his gaze again. “I’m ready.”

Tony lowered his hips and his cock pressed against my middle.

I shivered. No matter what, this handsome alpha was hard for me, and that was a powerful feeling.

“I’m going to touch you now, Sweetheart,” he murmured. “Same thing you already like, only my cock added to the mix. Ok?”

“Ok.”

He steadied himself on one elbow and reached between us with his lubed hand, then his hot hard length was against mine, hand wrapped around us both.

Sparks of pleasure shot up my spine, and I couldn’t hold back a small moan.

“Good?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Good.” He started dragging his hand up and down our lengths.

I gasped at the new sensation, hips bucking up into his grasp.

Tony growled low in response. “That’s it.”

I pulled him down for a kiss but threw my head back and let out a long moan as he rolled his hips. His cock dragged along my dick, making pleasure explode inside me.

“Beautiful,” Tony praised. “I love this look on you.”

I couldn’t catch my breath. Every time Tony thrust it was like my nerves ignited anew. I dug my fingernails into his back, clinging for purchase in the maelstrom of sensation.

My hips rocked on their own, matching Tony’s movements as we both fucked into his hand.

“I’m… I’m…” I managed, trying to form words.

He kissed me. “Me too, Sweetheart. Don’t hold back.”

I clung to him as I gave in. Pleasure coursed through and over me, wave after wave crashing and threatening to drown me.

Tony was growling, his cock pulsing against my dick, and I realized that he was coming as well. That knowledge caused one last surge of bliss to rush through me.

He was coming because of what we’d done together.

I collapsed to the mattress as my orgasm finally started to taper off. Tony slumped over me a few seconds later.

“Wow,” I whispered once I was capable of speech.

He smiled and kissed me. “Good?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m glad.”

He reached up, snagged a few tissues from the headboard, cleaned our combined spend from my stomach, and flopped beside me. He tugged me close to resume kissing.

“Your cock felt so good against mine,” he murmured. “Thank you for trusting me.”

I hummed as I nestled against him. “Sorry for being weird at the beginning.”

He kissed my forehead. “No need to apologize, Sweetheart. We all know you’re working through things. You could have told me no, and I’d still have enjoyed watching you come just from my hand.”

I let out a happy sigh. “Why do you all call me Sweetheart?”

“Hmm?”

“Except Beck, all of you now call me Sweetheart.”

He chuckled. “I think it just happened. Do you want us to stop?”

I thought about it, then shook my head. “I… I think I like it.”

He leaned in and kissed my hair. “Good.”

∞∞∞

The sound of the vacuum came from the small bedroom while I stood on the counters to clean the tops of the cabinets.

“Bathroom’s shiny,” Tony declared. “If any of you shit in that toilet, you’re in charge of cleaning it again. And Heaven help you if you get water spots on the mirror.”

I laughed. So did Beck, who was off to one side going through my tiny pantry.

“I will say this,” Beck started as he transferred several cans to a box. “Nothing’s out of date when you move so often.”

“You might find something questionable once you get to the fridge,” I warned.

“Who doesn’t have something questionable in their fridge?” Ian asked from where he was dusting in the living room. “Do those people even exist?”

I chuckled and carefully edged around the sink. “Well, I’ll just blame you guys if something is going off in there. I’ve not cooked here very much lately.”

“So feeding our mate is a bad thing?” Tony teased.

I froze. The words had existed in my head until then, but I hadn’t dared speak them.

“Eric?” Beck asked. “Are you ok? Is there a cobweb up there?”

“What did he say?” I whispered.

“Huh?” Beck asked, then, “Oh.”

“What’s up?” Tony asked.

“You broke Eric with the M-word.”

“M-word?” Tony asked.

“You called him our mate,” Ian clarified. “I mean, it’s true, but probably not the ideal time to say it.”

I clung to the cabinets as I tried to catch my breath.

“Come here,” Beck said softly, squeezing my leg. “Tony broke you, so he can finish cleaning the tops of the cabinets.”

I let Beck help me down from the countertop, then followed him to the living room where he tugged me onto his lap.

The vacuum stopped.

“Everything ok?” Freddie asked as he walked out of the bedroom.

“Tony called Eric our mate and broke him,” Beck stated.

Freddie took a seat next to us and squeezed my calf. “That’s ok, right? Can we think of you as our mate?”

“I…” I blew out a long breath. “I’ve thought of you as my mates for a couple of weeks, but I was scared to say it.”

Beck kissed my hair. “Why were you scared?”

“I don’t know.”

Freddie chuckled. “I get it. Sometimes it’s scary to put a label on things. But… is it ok? Can we call you our mate, or are you not ready for that?”

“I want that,” I whispered.

“So do we,” Beck replied as he rested his cheek against my hair. “Our gorgeous mate.”

“Are we allowed to call Eric our mate?” Tony called from where he stood on the counters.

“We can,” Ian shot back, “you have to finish cleaning the cabinets first.”

Tony laughed. “I can live with that.”

Ian walked over, leaned in, and kissed my hair. “Our mate.”

“It feels… forever,” I murmured.

“And moving in with us doesn’t?” Ian asked.

“That’s true.”

“Forever is ok, isn’t it?” Freddie asked.

I nodded. “It sounds nice… wonderful really.”

“It does,” Beck agreed.

“How did I fall for you guys so fast?” I asked softly.

Ian plopped onto the floor beside us. “Are you trying to say something?” he teased.

My face heated as I realized what I’d said. “I love you guys.”

“I think it’s safe to say we all love you too,” Freddie replied.

“No argument here,” Tony called from the kitchen.

I chuckled. “It feels so fast, but right.”

“There’s no right or wrong speed,” Freddie said. “It happens as it happens.”

I hummed in response.

“Anybody got a pen and paper?” Tony called.

“Why?” Ian asked.

“I’m going to leave a note up here with today’s date noting when it was cleaned.”

“That’s evil,” Beck laughed. “Are you trying to get somebody in trouble in the future for not cleaning good enough?”

“Not my fault if they don’t clean,” Tony replied.

I started laughing. “You guys are ridiculous, and I love you.”

“Love you too, our mate,” Tony replied.

The blush was back, but it felt good.

Freddie squeezed my leg again. “I’m going to get back to work. I’m almost done in the bedroom.”

“What’s left?” Ian asked, standing. “I’m waiting until we’re done taking out Eric’s stuff before vacuuming in here.”

“I’ve got to grab the curtains from the dryer and hang them. Then I’ve got to make the bed with the landlord’s linens.”

“You start on the bed,” Ian said. “I’ll grab the curtains.”

“Ok,” Freddie agreed as he walked toward the bedroom.

Beck kissed my hair. “You ok now? Or do you need more cuddles before we head back to finish the kitchen?”

“I’m good,” I replied.

He squeezed me. “Ok.” He paused. “Eric?”

“Yeah?”

“I know it can be scary. I had no idea what to do with my feelings for the others when I first started falling for them. Did they love me back? Was it one-sided? And,” he chuckled, “it was Tony then too. He just blurted it out one day. He’s free with his feelings… which kind of helps.”

I laughed. “Yeah.”

Beck tipped my chin up and pressed a kiss to my lips. “It might not have been some grand romantic gesture, but that doesn’t make anything any less true. We love you. You’re our mate. You’re one of us.”

“I’m glad.”

He patted my ass. “Come on. We’ll make Tony weed through anything iffy in the fridge while I scrub the bottom cabinets and put things away. Think you can handle the rest of the pantry?”

“I lugged it all in, I think I can sort it now.”

He laughed. “Come on.”

“You’re on fridge cleanout,” Beck told Tony as headed toward the pantry.

“As if I didn’t hear you discussing it already,” Tony snorted. “Just be glad I like tackling the gross jobs.”

“It shouldn’t be too bad,” I said, turning to face him. “I do try to throw things out on a regular basis.”

Tony opened the fridge and grinned. “I see a box of baking soda. That’s already a good sign.”

“That comes from many years of renting,” I laughed. “Who knows how well the previous tenants cleaned things? Fridge funk lingers, and I don’t want my food tasting like it.”

“Hear hear,” Tony cheered, pulling open a drawer. “Oh, I hope the whole fridge is like this. Is that romaine in the foil?”

“Yeah.”

“Remind me to kiss you later,” he replied.

Tony started humming as he started transferring the contents of my fridge to a cooler.

“We all take turns cooking,” Beck chuckled. “But Tony loves all those little tricks to keep things fresh longer.”

“I hate wasting money on food that goes bad,” Tony clarified.

“Cooking for one,” I explained. “It’s hard to use everything before it goes bad. Even small packages are made for multiple people.”

“Truth!” Tony declared as he pulled open another drawer. “Oh my god, you have an onion keeper. Have I told you I love you?”

I laughed. “One of the few kitchen items that travel with me. It’s a necessity.”

“Hell yeah!”

We continued bantering as we packed and cleaned. Within two hours everything was sparkling, all my stuff had been packed into their SUV, and I was ready to return the keys to my landlord.

Moving always gave me a bit of excitement, but it was different this time. Instead of new adventures in a new place, I found myself looking forward to lazy morning kisses and board games lasting long into the night; Pico’s chatter and the ups and downs of a healthy relationship.

I could see my future with the guys clearly. And, as Beck drove, I could imagine sitting next to a car seat with our first baby.

I shivered at the thought.

“You ok?” Ian asked.

I nodded. “I’m fine. Just a chill.”

“Do I need to turn down the AC?” Tony asked from the passenger seat.

“Don’t worry about it. We’re almost home.” I smiled at the word. Their home was mine too.

“That’s right,” Ian agreed, reaching over to squeeze my leg. “Home.”

The guys were efficient as soon as we got out of the SUV. Tony grabbed the tote full of my summer clothes and carried it to the master bedroom, where they’d already cleared some drawer and closet space for me. Beck and Freddie took the food items to the kitchen, while Ian and I carried the things that weren’t needed immediately to the guest bedroom.

“Easiest move I’ve ever helped with,” Ian said as he set down the last tote. “I almost feel bad asking for the traditional pizza and beer.”

I laughed and kissed him. “That’s the unwritten contract of moving help though. Plus, I already scheduled the delivery.”

He grinned. “When did you do that?”

“I called it in as I did the final walkthrough. They should be here in about thirty minutes.”

He laughed. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

“It’s just pizza.”

“You know what I mean. You fit so well with us. You’re independent and take initiative, but you also know when to lean on us for what you need.”

“It’s still just pizza.”

He swept me into a kiss. “So humble too.”

I laughed and followed him from the bedroom. I turned to close the door and had a brief flash where I imagined the room painted in bright colors. I could clearly see a crib against the wall, and a rocking chair near the window where I could nurse.

I shivered—just as I had in the car earlier.

“Eric?” Ian asked.

“Do… have you all thought about kids?” I asked, unable to turn away from the room, even though reality had edged back in.

He wrapped his arms around me from behind, his hands resting on my stomach and chin on my shoulder. “We’ve discussed adoption a few times. But it’s expensive, and it’s hard for alpha-alpha couples to find the right match. I can’t even imagine how difficult it would be for four alphas. We did start putting aside a bit of money every month though.”

“What… what if I had a baby?” I whispered.

Ian took one of my hands, wove his fingers between mine, and moved it to rest on my stomach along with his other hand. “Is that what you want?”

“I want to be a papa.”

He kissed my neck. “That didn’t answer the question. You can do that without carrying the baby yourself. You’d still be a papa if we adopted or hired a surrogate.”

I swallowed. “I’m scared. I know there is pain with birth, but…” I glanced down at where our hands were linked and imagined them resting on a baby bump. “I want to have a baby.”

“Ok,” he murmured. “Do you want to talk to the others about this now, or is this something you need time with?”

I turned and leaned against him.

Ian kissed my hair. “Ok.”

I breathed his strong scent for several seconds before stepping back. Then I headed to the kitchen, where the others were putting the food away.

“Uh-oh,” Freddie said as soon as he saw me. He walked over and wrapped his arms around me. “Somebody’s been having big scary thoughts.”

I huffed a laugh against his chest. “How’d you know?”

He kissed my hair. “Some of it was in your scent, but there’s a look you get in your eyes.”

“Not my face?” I asked, once again allowing an alpha’s scent to soothe me.

He rested his cheek against my head. “No. You mask it well. But there’s something in your eyes.”

“Should I order food so we can talk it out?” Tony asked.

“Eric beat us to it,” Ian laughed. “Pizza should be here soon.”

“You had big scary thoughts, and still ordered pizza?” Freddie asked.

I chuckled. “I ordered pizza while I was doing the walkthrough. Before my brain started doing the thing.”

“Ok.”

“All the cold stuff is put away,” Beck stated. “The dry goods can wait. Let’s cuddle pile.’

“And I liked it, and I liked it,” Pico sang as we walked into the living room.

“In a little bit Pic,” Beck replied.

“Wanna come out?” Pico countered. “I love your butt!”

I detoured away from the guys and leaned in to look at Pico. “In a little bit. Pizza’s coming and you know you can’t be out when the door is going to be open that long.”

“I kissed a bird!”

I laughed. “Sweet talker. Soon. Ok?”

Pico made a kissy noise as I turned to the couch.

I smiled. My back had only been turned a few seconds, but in that time they’d moved the ottoman into the U-shape so that we could all lounge while cuddling. I slid into the space between Beck and Tony, resting my head on Tony’s chest.

“I know this is fast,” I started. “I’m not even unpacked. We’ve only been dating for a couple of months. But…” I took a deep breath and squeezed my eyes shut. “I want to have a baby with you guys.”

There was a moment of silence, then Beck slid his hand across my stomach with a low growl. “As much as I would love to see you round, I don’t want you pushing yourself.”

“You’re our mate,” Tony murmured. “And I’m thrilled you want a baby with us. You tell us when, and I’ll buy plenty of turkey basters.”

I blinked. “What?”

He leaned in, tipped my chin up, and kissed the tip of my nose. “Or syringes, or however those sperm donation places do it. It’s probably way smaller than a turkey baster now that I think about it.”

“Why would I need a sperm donor?” I asked.

Tony gave me a confused look. “You don’t. But how else are we going to do it without being inside you?”

His meaning sunk in, and I almost burst into tears. My mates were so good about my fears that, even when discussing pregnancy, they assumed they wouldn’t be fucking me.

“I… I think I’m ready to try it,” I whispered. “But…” I took a deep breath. “During my heat. I’ll be more likely to get pregnant then, in case I don’t like it.”

Freddie reached over from where he was on Beck’s other side and rested his hand on me. “Sweetheart, I’m thrilled. But, all jokes aside, Tony’s right. There are options if you don’t want us inside you.”

I closed my eyes and rested my head on Tony’s chest again. “My heat… it hurts a little bit more each time. Even though I’ve never taken a knot, my body demands it. It’s a need that’s been unfulfilled, and the longer it goes, the harder it is for me to find relief.”

I took a deep breath. “Maybe it’s selfish, but if I could even get to a point mentally where I’m not scared during my heats…”

Ian reached across Tony to squeeze my hand. “It’s not selfish. If that’s the only time you want us there, then that’s the only time you want us there. There’s still plenty of other things you like, right?”

“Yeah…”

“Like frotting?” Tony asked.

I chuckled.

“And hands,” Freddie added.

“You came so hard when you let me suck you the other day,” Ian stated.

I smiled. “Yeah, but I don’t know about the kissing after.” I crinkled my nose. “I don’t think I’m a fan of the taste of cum.”

“No kissing after sucking,” Ian replied. “Good to know.”

“Just like that?” I asked.

Ian laughed. “Just like that. Beck’s the same. He’ll suck anybody else like a champ, but he doesn’t like the flavor of his own jizz. So we either don’t kiss, or use mouthwash or something after. It’s not a big deal.”

“And flavored condoms exist if you like the act of sucking, but don’t like other people’s cum either,” Tony stated. “We even have some. Sometimes I prefer them so I can kiss Beck right after he comes rather than skip off to brush my teeth.”

I let out a sigh of relief. This was part of the reason I’d been able to acknowledge them as my mates so quickly. They said the right things, but they also demonstrated that they already practiced them.

I trusted them completely. It was a new feeling, and wonderful.

“That sounded like a happy sigh,” Freddie murmured.

“Mm-hmm.”

“Feel better?”

I laughed. “Yes.” Then, “My-my next heat is in early June. I…” I took a deep breath. “If you guys are ready, I’d like for you to breed me then.”

There was a moment of silence, but it was the comfortable sort where I knew my men were doing that talking-without-speaking thing that only people who understood each other very well could do.

“Only if you still want it when your heat comes,” Freddie answered.

Another moment of silence.

“And we want you to talk to your therapist,” Ian added. “We trust you, but this is a big decision. There are going to be things they’ll think to ask about, that we won’t. Ok?”

I smiled. “Ok.”

Growls filled the room as soon as I agreed to work with my therapist, and my alphas crowded closer to cuddle and run their hands over my stomach.

My heat was only a few weeks away. I’d take a cock for the first time, and hopefully be pregnant by the end of it.