39. Daisy
Turning on the shower, I slipped off the oversized T-shirt of Jeremy’s I was wearing and took a good look at myself in the mirror, wearing nothing but a small pair of black panties.
My body still held all the marks of my pregnancy. Stretchmarks, loose skin, and, thanks to breastfeeding, my chest was both engorged and starting to sag.
Turning from side to side, I took in my body from several angles. It was never going to be the same, and I probably needed to accept that, but part of me mourned my old body.
“Fucking beautiful,” a voice said from the doorway as I craned to look at my ass.
Nate stood in the doorway, watching me intently as he leaned against the door frame.
“I think you and I disagree there,” I grumbled, turning again, trying to get a better angle to view my rear. Part of me wanted to cover up, but all the guys had seen me naked from the waist up a lot recently thanks to the girls and their constant desire to feed.
“Your body is stunning,” Nate insisted, his eyes burning intensely.
“My body is a mess.” I laughed lightly, but it came out somewhat sarcastic.
Nate strode into the bathroom, his arm snaking around my waist, keeping me in place in front of the mirror as his chin rested on my shoulder, looking at me via the reflection.
“Your body is the furthest thing from a mess.” He trailed one hand gently up and down my side. His eyes hungrily drank in every inch of skin. “It’s fucking beautiful.”
“The girls have done some damage.”
Nate tutted. “You see damage, I see trophies. Your body did more than mine ever could. It brought our girls into the world and is feeding them.”
“It’s not exactly sexy, though, is it?” I rolled my eyes with a snort, but Nate’s face remained deadly serious.
“Does it feel like I find it unsexy?” Nate pulled me back against him so his cock was pressed against me. His very thick, very obviously aroused cock.
The contact made my skin flush, my chest turning pink as my mind focused on the feeling of his cock grinding against me. It had been weeks since I had even thought about sex, though I knew that would change soon.
In another month or two, I was due for a post-pregnancy heat.
Pressing myself against him, I looked at him in the mirror as my scent bloomed, making my desire clear as brown sugar and apples filled the air. Nate’s nostrils flared.
“Does someone need release?” he asked.
I nodded. “Please.”
“Well, I can’t fuck you yet, but I can certainly worship you,” he muttered, feathering kisses across my shoulder.
With a happy sound, I went to turn around to face him, intending to kiss him, but he kept me firmly locked against him.
“You’re going to stay right here and watch as I worship you.” His teeth grazed over my shoulder. “I want you to see just how much I adore this body, okay?” His eyes met mine in the reflection and I nodded, temporarily unable to form words.
The hand that had been at my side sank lower, playing with the band of my underwear for a brief second before sliding in, his fingers finding my folds that were already drenched with ease.
“Such a needy pussy,” he cooed.
“It has been a few weeks,” I reasoned.
“Far too long,” he tutted.
“Those babies are lucky they’re so damn adorable.” I chuckled lightly, breaking off with a moan as his fingers brushed my clit.
“So wet. So beautiful. Look at you,” he instructed. “Such a good omega, getting nice and wet for me.”
My instinct was to avert my eyes, but I did as I was told despite it not being easy. The sight of Nate behind me, his hand in my underwear, slowly fucking me with his fingers as he hungrily watched my every reaction was heady.
My chest was flushed, my swollen breasts heavy with need, nipples hard, moving with every panting breath I took.
“Alpha,” I whined. One touch and I was already racing toward release.
I tried reaching back, desperate to touch him but he tutted, moving his hips so he was out of my reach. “This isn’t about me, omega. If you touch me, I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop.”
“I’m okay with that!” I insisted in a strangled voice as his fingertips brushed lightly over my G-spot.
“You’re still healing. None of us are going to fuck you until you’re ready for it.”
“Don’t you want to?” I asked, my body stilling as doubt filled me. “I kn—agh!”
Smack. My word was cut off as a light pain bloomed across my left ass cheek from Nate swatting my ass at the same time his teeth dug into my shoulder lightly.
“Let me assure you, omega, I fully intend to knot you repeatedly and leave my mark on you, but only when you’re fully healed.” His fingers increased in pace. “I’m a patient man. I’ll wait, but the moment your heat hits, all bets are off. You’re mine, and I can’t wait for the world to see it.” His eyes trailed to the bites on my neck in the mirror. “As much as I love seeing my packmates’ marks on you, I want mine to also be there, and then you’ll be fully ours.”
“Yes!” I moaned.
“Maybe I’ll fuck you in this exact position, make you watch as I bury my cock in you time and time again,” he hummed. “Wouldn’t that be a good idea?”
I nodded, my mouth dry.
Something powerful was building in me, and I worried for a moment that my impending orgasm was going to be so intense I wouldn’t survive it.
Then again, every time my alphas made me come, I felt like I was going to fall apart.
“Please…” I babbled, unable to form full sentences. “More.”
Nate’s fingers sped up, thrusting in and out with impressive speed, all while his thumb rubbed maddening circles over my clit.
“You’re tightening beautifully over my fingers, omega. Are you going to come?”
I nodded. I was either going to come or going to explode.
“Look at yourself while you come. Watch how beautiful you look. Eyes on you, omega,” he instructed.
It’s way too much—the cold air on my swollen nipples, the double stimulation of his fingers on my clit and on my G-spot as he watched me. With a shout I came, my legs trembling as waves of pleasure tore through my body. I kept my eyes firmly on the mirror in front of me, and it only served to intensify everything having my alpha watch me as I did so.
Nate’s arm around my waist kept me up, and when the waves finally ebbed after what felt like an hour, he kissed my shoulder gently and said in a soft voice “Beautiful.”
“I don’t think my legs are going to work for a shower,” I mumbled sleepily, utterly come-drunk. I had needed that. Desperately.
“Well, I guess I’ll have to shower before those tiny terrors of ours wake up.”
“That sounds lovely.”
The shower was quick since we had taken our time prior to the shower, and the babies would be awake and hungry soon.
Laying back in the nest, I fed Petunia while Nate regularly lifted my glass of water to my mouth so I could take sips from the straw. Poppy had finished eating quickly and, after being burped by Nate, she had dropped right off to sleep in her crib.
Petunia’s eyes were closing as she ate. “I think she’s falling asleep mid-feed.” I laughed.
“She really is Devon’s child,” Nate smirked. “I once saw him fall asleep with a half-eaten burrito in his hand.”
“Clearly they are kindred spirits,” I agreed.
Nate went to open his mouth but was interrupted by Jeremy walking into the room. “How are my girls?” he asked, leaning down to give me a quick peck.
“They’re all good, full and sleepy. I’m also feeling good.”
“That’s how we like it. I can tell by the smell just how good you’re feeling.” He beamed down at me as my face heated. His smile didn’t falter as he nodded at Nate. “I could feel through the bond just how hard she came. Good fucking job, man!” He gave Nate a thumbs up.
The pair of them hadn’t finished laughing before Devon appeared.
“We have visitors—it’s the shit stains again. Shall I tell them to get fucked?”
The Hanovers.
They were here again.
Fuck.
They weren’t going away until they got what they wanted. They were the kind of people who were stubbornly persistent.
So, I needed to at least make sure I got something out of them that I wanted.