Pack Plus More

3. Daisy

Daisy

Christmas Eve.

B oth the girls were down for a nap, so I decided to take the opportunity to wrap the final few gifts I hadn’t been able to the night before while they had been out with their dad’s eating ice cream.

“Can I come in?” a deep voice called from the doorway.

“Not yet!” I shouted, quickly shoving one or two of the items under a blanket and out of sight. I had placed a paper sign on the doorway telling everyone to keep out because I was wrapping gifts.

If I hadn't, the guys would have wandered right in. We didn't really have a concept of personal space in our house, and I liked it that way.

If I wanted to be left alone, then I would get that, no questions asked. I simply didn’t enjoy being on my own too much. The joy of being in a pack meant that I always had someone around.

Something that had come as a real surprise to me was just how much I loved pack life and being a mother. After the girls were born, my entire life view had changed. The fact that I had found myself in a pack that adored me more than anything and let me spend my days with my babies was a miracle, and I thanked the universe every day for the severe morning sickness that had led to me knocking on Jeremy’s door, begging for some of the food he was cooking.

Once their gifts were hidden, I turned to the door. “It’s safe!” I called, and Devon entered the room.

“Surely you haven't got more gifts to wrap?” he said. “The girls have a small mountain at this point.”

I laughed, nodding. “They do have a lot, don't they? But none of these are for the girls. These are your gifts, which is why I put the sign up,” I said.

“Oh yeah?” Devon looked at the door, then to me. “It's only just occurred to me that the girls wouldn't have been able to read that sign, anyway. I just wanted to see if you wanted a pizza?”

“The pizza place delivers on Christmas Eve?”

“No—well yes. Those people are bonkers in the best way possible and even deliver on Christmas Day, but I'm actually thinking about making some myself. The girls will have the best time mixing up the dough.”

A smile spread across my face. “That sounds nice. Can you just make me a cheese pizza with chicken, peppers and onions?” I asked.

“I will try, but I make no promises, because if I let the girls put the toppings on, you may end up with an interesting mix. I will try to restrain the stunning little chaos demons, though,” he said.

“Thank you. I shouldn't be much longer in here. I will come join you guys shortly.”

Devon wandered over to where I was sitting, knelt and cupped my face for a moment, pulling me in for a kiss that was so soft and painfully sweet it made my entire body cry out for more.

The smell of my slick filled the air, and Devon’s pupils expanded.

“Oh, that’s not fair!” he groaned, resting his forehead against mine.

“Why not?” I chuckled.

Devon pouted. “The guys aren't back yet; I've just left the girls in their highchairs. Otherwise, I would totally be sneaking in a quickie.”

“Drat!” I giggled. “I guess we will have to wait.” I shrugged.

My alpha backed off, a gesture that made me want to whine and claw him back towards me, but I let him go.

“I still want an army of the demons,” Devon laughed. “Even if they interrupt the potential sexy times.”

“More babies may make it harder,” I said.

“My cock will find a way,” Devon laughed, dashing out of the room, back to our girls.

I had always thought that between having babies to care for and multiple alphas to please I would have been worn out and far less needy. That definitely wasn't the case. In fact, it was pretty much the opposite. And every time I watched my guys holding my babies or interacting with them, I just wanted to jump their bones.

There was nothing hotter than seeing a topless alpha of mine cuddling one of my newborn babies.

Now if I could convince one of them to do it while wearing a Santa hat, that would be the icing on the cake.

I had a feeling that my Christmas gift was going to send them all just as feral as me.