Chapter 24
Wren
T he delicious smell of breakfast pulled me out of sleep. Devon and Braxton were still tangled around each other, and it took some effort to climb out of our shared nest.
Honestly, the shared nest was the best decision we made. I was hating nesting a whole lot less thanks to sharing it with my pack most nights, snuggled between them in our cozy space.
I grabbed a shirt that had been tossed aside, pulling it over my head. It was big enough it covered me, and smelled like Braxton. I breathed it in and started walking down the stairs.
The alphas were both busy, chatting easily like they’d been doing this for years.
“Good morning,” I said, pitching my voice loud enough that both men could hear. The smiles that greeted me were adorable, like just seeing me made their day better.
Nash was manning two pans of bacon on the stove. One looked strange, and I couldn’t help but investigate.
“What are you cooking?”
“Bacon. And this is vegetarian bacon,” he said. “Figured we’d give it a whirl. I read online there were a few ways you could doctor it up, so I’m trying those out, too.”
“You’re the best.” I leaned up and placed a kiss on his cheek before moving to Shepherd.
My mouth went dry as I watched his muscles flex while he squeezed fresh orange juice. It was such a simple task, and yet here I was, being a thirsty little omega.
A girl could get used to this.
He gave me a look but promptly came over, kissing me soundly, then placing me on the counter.
“You just sit up there and look pretty. Don’t touch anything.”
“I told him I was going to sign you up for a cooking class,” Nash said over his shoulder.
“Not a bad plan,” Shepherd agreed. “Until then, no touching anything.”
He raised one eyebrow in challenge, but the playful smile on his face was new, and I absolutely adored it. It lit up his whole face, taking away some of his hard lines and making him seem softer somehow, like a big, giant teddy bear.
“So, what are the plans for today?” I asked, swinging my feet a little as I watched them work.
We’d all fallen into our own roles in the house. Devon and I usually tag-teamed cleaning while the others were at work, though they did their own chores, too. Braxton always insisted on cleaning up after since the alphas cooked, and he was usually home the latest.
They’d even taken to tucking my coloring books throughout the house, but I’d noticed that I needed them less and less. Since becoming a pack, they were making me stronger, chasing away some of my triggers.
Although, I still checked the news sites as often as I could to make sure that our information hadn’t gone even more viral than it had the first time. It seemed to be dying down, but I didn’t think I’d truly breathe easier until they found whoever leaked it.
But I trusted my legal team. They wouldn’t rest until they figured it out and got as many of those sites to take down the information as they could.
Shepherd moved on to cutting up fruit and vegetables. He always kept the trays in the refrigerator so we could pull them out during meals. He tossed all the scraps into the compost bucket, something we usually took out to the animals afterward.
I loved that there wasn’t much wasted on a farm like this.
“I got a call today,” Shepherd said. “We’re on standby if animal control can catch a few wild dogs they found. Depending on if they can be rehabilitated or not, they’ll do all the testing first, but we might have a few pups running around here.”
“Are they really wild dogs, or just strays that got lost or dumped in the wrong place?” I asked, my anger rising.
That was one thing I could never understand. If you didn’t want a pet, there were plenty of places you could drop them off without them getting hurt, lost, or dying of starvation.
Domesticated animals were not built for the woods.
“I’ll help clean out one of the stalls today and the small animal barn. They won’t be able to get out of those, and I think the barking would freak out Poppy. She’s still pretty skittish,” I said.
Shepherd smiled up at me. “You’re the best hire I ever made.”
“I am pretty amazing,” I joked, batting my eyelashes for emphasis.
He chuckled and popped a strawberry into my mouth. When some juice ran down my chin, he leaned over, licking it quickly and filling my body with heat.
Ever since my heat spike, we’d all been adjusting to this life. I was starting to think they didn’t want to touch me again. It was nice to see Shepherd getting more bold.
I expected him to pull away like he did every other time, but instead, he set his things aside, brushed his hands on a towel, and then moved over, feeding me another piece of fruit, his eyes tracking every movement.
Then his lips were on mine. A moan escaped as I melted into it, my legs spreading as he stepped between them, one hand resting on my hip while the other went to my hair, tilting my head slightly so he could deepen the kiss.
He kissed me as much as he tasted the leftover remnants of the sweet strawberries. His tongue tangled with mine, the kiss turning almost bruising, both of us desperate for more.
When he pulled away, I let out a small laugh. “And here I thought that you guys didn’t want to touch me again after my heat.”
Then Nash was there, too, both of them looking shocked.
“Sweetheart, that was not what we wanted. It’s just been busy as everybody acclimated,” he defended, looking regretful. “Don’t doubt how much we want you. I’m pretty sure it’s obvious.”
My eyes fell to both of their tented pants. I didn’t want to overthink it, reaching out and stroking both at the same time.
Having two alphas in hand, eyes rolling back, rumbling groans echoing out, was hot as fuck.
“You know, I think we should delay breakfast a little bit,” Nash said. “Don’t worry, the stove is turned off.”
“I like the way you think,” Shepherd teased, clearing off the island and laying me back.
I shivered as my heated skin hit the cold granite. Nash was already pulling my panties off of me and tucking them in his pocket, pulling me closer and hooking my legs over his shoulders so my pussy was in front of his face.
“So fucking perfect,” he growled before his mouth was on me. His tongue delved through my slick folds, savoring my taste and groaning in appreciation.
Shepherd pulled off my shirt, eyes sweeping over me from head to where Nash was eating me out like I was his favorite meal.
“You’re gorgeous, little dove,” he rumbled before kissing me again. He didn’t linger on my lips this time, moving lower and nipping at my collar bone. I arched off the counter, begging for more as soft whimpers fell from my lips.
Nash was no longer gentle, but starving, devouring me with swipes of his tongues and the tease of his teeth. I gasped as he pushed two fingers into my slick core, my breasts pushing in the air to meet Shepherd’s greedy mouth.
My hands were gripping anything I could reach, skimming over muscles and sharp jawlines as they worked me up.
“I’m going to come,” I warned, but that only made them work harder, movements increasing and praises falling from their lips.
“You’re so responsive, little dove. Come for us, let us watch you fall apart for your alphas.”
“Come on my tongue, omega,” Nash urged, adding a third finger and curling them slightly, teasing right over where his knot would go.
I shattered, a soft cry muffled now by Shepherd’s mouth on mine as my body shuddered, core clenching around Nash as pleasure crashed through me.
My chest was heaving as they pulled away, watching me glassy-eyed and spent, laid out for them.
“Now that’s a way to start our day,” Shepherd said. “We shouldn’t have held back, little dove. I’m sorry we made you doubt us.”
I smiled, the feeling hazy still as I came back from my orgasm high.
“It’s fine, I just wasn’t sure why you were holding back,” I said. It was better to be honest than to let those feelings multiply.
“Well, I’ll be sure to split you on my cock as soon as I get the chance,” Nash said, giving me a wink before pulling my shirt back over my head and going back to the stove.
My eyebrows rose as I watched these men wreck me in the best way then go about their day like nothing happened.
Movement at the top of the stairs announced the last of our pack’s arrival. Devon gave me a devious grin.
“Did you have a proper breakfast already?” he teased, coming over and running his nose over my throat. “You smell fucking divine. I’m going to need you to let me bite you soon so I can feel your pleasure through the bond, baby.”
“Stop,” I groaned. “Unless you plan to fuck me, behave.”
“You’re telling me they didn’t fuck you?” he asked, glaring at the men behind me.
“Breakfast would get cold,” Nash defended. “So, I fucked her with my tongue instead.”
“Hm, we’ll have to fix that, won’t we?” Devon asked, lifting me off the counter and carrying me to the dining table, resting me in his lap. “You want me to fuck you, baby?”
“Yes,” I whimpered, pulling his hard cock free from his boxers and sinking down on it. He didn’t protest, his lips parted softly and his eyes molten with lust as he watched me bounce on his cock.
“Naughty omegas,” Braxton said as he joined us, though he certainly didn’t complain.
This was a change from our lack of sex the last several weeks. I blamed the exhaustion of melding lives.
I buried my face in his neck, breathing Devon’s green apple and cedarwood in deep as I panted, body shuddering around him.
He took over, slamming into me and holding my hips steady as he chased his own release, knowing I was close.
Our breathing was ragged and needy whines were falling from both of us. When his fingers moved from my hip to my clit, teasing over it, I knew he was close.
I ground my hips against his hand, nails biting into his skin until I was falling apart again. He came with me, his scent intensifying and washing over me as he pulled me into a searing kiss.
“Holy shit,” he breathed out as he released me. His cock was still nestled in me and I made no attempt to get off of him, staying here for a moment until the alphas were bringing food to the table.
“Think you two can eat something?” Nash teased. “Otherwise we’re having breakfast and a show.”
“I guess,” I grumbled playfully, climbing off my omega and flashing my pack in the process. They all groaned as I found my seat.
Then my gaze landed on the big bowl of scrambled eggs in front of me. The smell of them strong enough that it had me cringing back, stomach churning.
I opened my mouth to say something before slamming a hand over it and running for the closest bathroom.
The only thing I’d eaten were a few bites of fruit, which meant I was dry heaving more than anything. I whimpered as I sank against the cool tiles of the floor, my bare legs grounding me as I fought another wave of the awful nausea.
My pack didn’t hesitate to follow. Their words of concern were sweet but I was too busy trying not to puke to answer.
“So, let me be the one to address the elephant in the room,” Devon said. “Should we buy a pregnancy test?”
I spun around with wide eyes, doing the math in my head.
My heat spike was a little over five weeks ago.
Holy hell, there was no way. It wasn’t even a real heat.
Fear flooded me as I glanced from one to the next. It wasn’t until I saw the mix of shock, excitement, and curiosity that I took a breath.
No one was angry.
“I’ll be quick,” Nash said, giving me a grin before bounding out of the hall at a full sprint. I had no doubt he’d be back quickly.
Braxton brought me a glass of water while I ran upstairs to clean myself up. Nash was walking in as I reached the kitchen again, unboxing the test and handing it over.
Since they gave me privacy, I took the test back with me after it was over.
Those next three minutes were the longest of my life.
“It’ll be fine either way, little dove,” Shepherd promised. “The sight of you swollen with our baby is killing me in the best way. Even if it doesn’t happen this time, we’ll make it happen if that’s what you want.”
“I do,” I admitted. I’d made peace with my past these last weeks and I was happy here. We may not be bonded yet, but it was only a matter of time. Devon was only a few months from his heat and I had a feeling that would be when we officially became a pack.
My phone’s timer went off and my hands shook as I reached for it. Panic rose and it wasn’t until Devon’s hand found my thigh that I was able to turn it.
The two pink lines were dark already.
I was pregnant.
“Oh my god, sweetheart!” Nash whooped, pulling me into a hug before Shepherd was there. They were celebrating and passing me around until I was laughing with them and drowning happily in their acceptance and excitement.
“How do you feel?” Braxton whispered to me as he rested his forehead against mine, giving me a moment to breathe.
“Terrified,” I laughed. “But so happy.”