Chapter 39
I t turned out I could be nervous about a lot of things at the same time. I spent the next two weeks aggressively nesting to prepare the nursery, my pack setting me up a secondary nest so I could be extra cozy and close to the baby. We got the two guest rooms ready for Charlotte and her kids, though I wasn’t entirely certain how long they would be using them. I wanted them to feel welcome, like they had someplace safe to stay while they figured out next steps.
Callie scheduled our shoot for the day Charlotte was due to arrive, leaving us plenty of hours between our start time and her flight landing. We were going super simple for our first attempt, so we’d be in and out in a couple of hours at the most.
Micah snared me into a hug as I was bustling past him in the hall. “Whoa there. Time to take a breath, angel. You’re due in less than two weeks; you’ve gotta rest.”
“But there’s so much to do.”
“And you have a whole house full of alphas ready to do your bidding.”
“I don’t get the same brain satisfaction telling you all to do things as doing it myself,” I insisted.
“Tough cookies. You’re going to stress yourself right into labor if you don’t chill out a bit. Tell me what task you’re working on right now.”
“Packing the hospital bag.”
“All right. Park your butt in the nest. I’ll bring everything to you and you can organize it yourself while you’re resting so you still get that dopamine rush.”
I grumbled, but let him guide me back to the nest and sat with the bag.
“Okay, what do you want to pack?”
I rattled off a list from the Internet and Micah dutifully collected each item for me so I could carefully tuck it in for transport. Bryce arrived after a few minutes with a grazing plate and a water bottle for me.
“The birthing gowns you ordered just arrived,” he told me. “Want me to put them in the wash?”
“Yes, please.”
They had scrubbed the entire place top to bottom at my obsessive instruction. Nesting instincts were so weird. The baby wasn’t going to care about the condition of our baseboards or if there was dust on the pantry shelves. I needed them clean anyway, and my pack had no problem indulging me.
“Is this the last thing on the list?” Micah asked.
“I’m sure I could come up with a hundred more things before the baby gets here, but yes. For now.”
“Good, because it’s time to head over to the studio if you’re ready. Callie’s going to help you with hair and makeup on site.”
“You’re still sure about doing that?” asked Bryce.
He didn’t love my newfound desire to be on screen, but he hadn’t asked me not to do it.
“Super sure. You don’t have to come.”
“If my mate is going to be naked around strangers, I’m going to be there.”
“Are you still worried about this?” Luke asked as he slipped into the nest. “Micah and I will take care of her.”
“I’m sure you will, but I’m still coming. This is a lot of new things in one day that you and Micah are already very comfortable with. I know you’re not going to do anything intentionally, but I would still feel better being the voice of reservation going into this.”
I half expected Luke to tell him off, but instead he only shrugged and said, “Suit yourself.”
It was sweet how concerned Bryce was with my comfort and safety. He did make a valid point that I was the only newbie in this situation, and I wasn’t mad about having an extra person at my back.
Jesse popped his head into the room. “Are we ready to go?”
“As I’ll ever be.”
“You look so good as a redhead.” Callie adjusted the wig we had chosen, curling the ends to give it a little extra bounce.
“I do look pretty cute.” I examined myself in the mirror, marveling at how the simple change in hair color, the addition of bangs, and the chunky black glasses completely transformed my appearance. “The glasses won’t get too messy?”
“Better the glasses than your eyes,” she said with a laugh. “We have a bunch of replacements, so you can trade them out as needed.”
“Good to know.” I turned back to her. “Motherhood really suits you. You’re so glowy.”
Callie laughed again. “That’s because I’m getting a full night’s sleep. My pack are very serious about me resting and they’re taking such good care of the babies.”
I was relieved for her. Her pack seemed so sweet and dedicated, both to her and to their children. As nervous as I was about everything—the filming, Charlotte’s arrival and the conversation we needed to have, the birth—I was excited to see my mates holding our first baby.
“Okay, you’re all ready.” Callie’s sweet smile was reassuring. “Just try to relax. Luke and Micah know what they’re doing. They’ll make sure you forget all about the cameras and none of my pack will be around for the filming.”
I nodded, taking as deep a breath as I could manage. She led me out, showing me where Bryce and Jesse would be observing behind a glassed-off section where Callie would be monitoring the camera feeds.
“Damn, sweetness.” Jesse twirled his finger in the air, a silent request for me to spin so he could see the full costume. “You don’t even look like yourself.”
“That’s the idea.” I moved my palms over the satiny emerald fabric. We had picked a wrap dress because it flattered every curve and showed off my bump, plus the color looked gorgeous with the red hair. “Kiss for luck?”
“Like I’d ever say no.” He tugged me close and devoured my red-painted mouth. Luckily it was a lip stain so the color wouldn’t budge no matter what they did to it.
When I opened my eyes again, Bryce was in front of me too. “Two kisses is double luck, isn’t it?”
“Pretty sure it is.” His kiss had my toes curling, like he was trying to claim me with his lips alone even though I was already his.
Luke and Micah waited for me in the actual studio space, dressed in matching tight black T-shirts and dark jeans. We weren’t doing any sort of role-play today, just testing the waters as ourselves, with no heat to guide things, and no story to follow.
“We’ll be right here,” Callie told me. “You won’t be able to hear us, but we can hear you. Pause anytime you need. I want you to have the best possible experience.”
“Okay.” I laced my fingers together beneath my bump, taking in sips of air at a measured pace while half of my alphas disappeared into the booth with Callie, and the other two waited expectantly for me.
Nerves and desire clashed, but I managed to take a careful step forward, the shiny black heels clicking against the floor. Micah met me first, his hand sweeping up to cup the side of my face and draw me into a kiss that had me panting as he pulled away. I squeaked when the heat of Luke’s body pressed up against my back. He must have moved while Micah was distracting me. Callie was right; it was easy to forget the cameras.
Luke moved the red hair aside and dropped his mouth to my throat, teeth scraping over the curve in a quiet promise. “My mark is going right there,” he whispered in my ear.
Heat rolled through me. “Put it there right now.”
It wouldn’t do anything to form a bond, but I wanted his teeth on me anyway. He bit down and my whole body arched like a bow as I rose onto my toes with a ragged cry, my fingers locking onto Micah’s shirt for balance.
“Can’t let him have all the fun,” Micah said with an easy smile before he bent down and bit the other side of my throat.
“Fuck.” Pleasure washed over me so strongly I almost sank to my knees, but they held tight, keeping me upright between them.
Their simple touches lit an inferno in me. They passed me back and forth between them, alternating kisses that left me lightheaded with bites trailing down my throat. Micah spun me around and undid the tie of the dress, opening up the emerald fabric to expose the plethora of heated skin beneath it.
I swallowed hard. My nipples pebbled against the emerald lace and slick soaked into the matching panties.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” Micah crooned in my ear.
“And all ours.”
I shivered as they slid the dress down my arms, letting it flutter to the floor. Micah stripped off his shirt and I couldn’t help but moan when he pressed all that bare skin against me. He whispered sweet nothings in my ear while his hands traced every curve he could reach. I was so distracted by him I hadn’t even noticed that Luke had gotten fully naked until Micah oriented me directly in front of him.
“Is that a strip-down record?” I asked with a laugh. My mirth melted away into a torrent of desire when Luke spun me to face away, and dragged my panties to the floor.
“Come sit on my lap, kitten.” Luke settled on the edge of the bed set against the wall and pulled me down the length of his cock. I gasped and moaned all the way, a pitifully desperate whine bursting free when all of him had disappeared inside me. “You sound fucking exquisite, making all those little noises for me. Let’s see if we can make you sing.”
Micah kneeled next to us, spreading my thighs, his fingers slipping between them to play with me. My brief thought of what it might look like to the camera stuttered out when he teased my clit and sucked at my nipple through the fabric.
“Oh god. P-please—” I broke off with a cry when Luke stretched out behind me and fucked up into me. For a while it was all I could do just to catch my breath as pleasure rocked me down to my toes.
I would’ve thought eventually I would get used to them, but each time they unraveled me with ease. I didn’t want or need defenses against what they could do to me.
I leaned back, bracing my palms on each side of Luke, letting my head tip and exposing my throat to Micah. Luke unsnapped the front clasp of the bra, instantly filling his hands with my breasts. I bucked against him with a whimper when he rolled my nipples between his fingers.
There had to be some sort of witchcraft involved when they touched me. What other explanation was there for the way they left me breathless, with my brain melting out my ears, and my body awash with too many sensations to bear?
“Come for your alphas, angel.” Micah pinched my clit, sending me careening over the edge with a yelp.
Luke’s hips slowed, letting me ride that wave before squeezing my waist and picking up speed again. I hissed, grabbing onto Micah with shaking hands. I wasn’t sure if it was the audience that made a difference, but each touch felt magnified, and I couldn’t control my squirming as Luke pistoned into my body. Micah helped support my weight, stealing brief kisses in between my gasping breaths.
“One more and then it’s my turn,” said Micah. “Lean back all the way.”
Luke helped me lower down so I was sprawled over his chest, my back to his front, his cock still tucked inside me. The moment I was horizontal, his hands teased everywhere, his mouth back on my throat. Micah nudged both of our knees apart and wedged himself between them. Then I noticed the cameras in the ceiling, ready and able to capture this new angle. Micah’s mouth on my cunt had me detonating in a rush of slick. My body arched, and a feral cry ripped from my throat as his wicked tongue pushed me onto a fucking roller coaster of sensation where I couldn’t tell up from down, and only knew the rises and drops came too quickly to predict.
Luke’s pace stuttered and then he was groaning against my skin, the heat of him bursting inside me. My limbs relaxed, like butter melting in the hot sun, when Micah finally pulled away.
I was half-delirious as they moved me off Luke’s cock and carefully rearranged me so my top half was spilling over his lap and Micah’s hips rocked against mine, sliding his cock through my slick until I was whining and desperate for him to fill me up again.
“That’s my good girl, angel. So ready for your alphas to fuck you.”
“Hurry uuup,” I begged.
Luke squeezed a dollop of lube between my ass cheeks and picked up a solid glass toy with a rounded ball tip, smooth ribbed shaft, and flared base. I shivered as he swirled it through the lube, carefully increasing the pressure against my asshole until the muscle gave way. I squirmed on his lap the entire time and he circled my throat with his fingers, cradling beneath my chin, while I panted over the diligent work he was doing to open up my body.
Micah eased his cock into my pussy, fucking in time to the slow glide of the toy. I pawed helplessly at Luke, but the two of them held me perfectly still. When Micah finally picked up his pace, I was done for. Between the press of the warm, smooth glass forcing me open, and the drive of my alpha’s cock, my brain simply couldn’t handle it. Thoughts sparked out of existence before they could form. Every breath was saturated with caramel, citrus, and apple, an amalgamation of all our desires.
Delicious pressure built in my core, pleasure pulsating through every cell as I clawed my way closer to the peak. Micah’s fingers flexed, a growl loosing from his lips as he came, painting the inside of my pussy. One more thrust was all it took for me to tumble over the edge in a rush of slick I felt all the way down to my toes, all the pressure releasing at once.
“Fuck,” Micah groaned. “Angel, I don’t think that was slick.”
When I regained enough brainpower to rub two of the cells together, I realized what he had said and reality came crashing down. “Oh, shit. My water broke.”