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Hazel’s eyes widened, a smile breaking out on her face. “Okay! I’ll go get the ice cream!” she practically shouted as she scampered, or at least she attempted to—it was more of a waddle—out of the room.

“An hour isn’t much of a rest at all,” Phillip said, looking at the empty doorway our omega had just left through.

“She’ll be asleep before the opening credits are done.” I smirked, crossing my arms. “Give her a sweet snack after a long day and two minutes in a nest, and she’ll be dead to the world.”

Phillip pursed his lips, nodding. His expression was almost… impressed?

It paid off, knowing Hazel so well. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m calling first dibs on cuddles and sleeping next to her tonight.”

Chapter 42

Hazel

Why were they making me wait?

I had thought about it, and I knew I wanted to be bonded to them. Would I have preferred to wait until after the baby and during what would probably be the best heat of my life?

Yes.

At the same time, the idea of doing it right away appealed to me. Bonding during a heat was more powerful, but I would be lost in the heat haze, and this was something I wanted to be fully lucid for. Bonding was more serious than marriage. It was forever and could never be dissolved. I wanted to be awake and present when that happened.

I had been letting my insecurities run the show when it came to waiting. If the guys were down to bone while I was super pregnant, so was I. Pregnancy had made me exceptionally horny, so I was down to fuck—seriously down.

Only, Seb knew me far too well, and by the time I had indulged in my new favorite ice cream and crawled into my nest, sandwiched between two of my pack mates, I was out like a light.

So, the next day, when I woke up well-rested, I was a woman on a mission.

A mission to fuck and get bonded.

How hard could it be?

I had run through several ideas in my head, but ultimately, I decided simplicity was best. Piling my hair on the top of my head and hopping in the shower, I quickly washed. When I got out, I looked at the large fluffy towels, and decided against them.

Who could resist a horny, dripping wet omega?

Padding out of the shower without a stitch of clothing on, I smirked when my eyes landed on Seb and Roman in my room, piles of laundry in hand.

Perfect.

“Uhhh, Duchess, what are you doing?” Roman asked.

“Just finished a quick shower.” I smiled, walking over to him. Both their eyes trailed down to my chest.

“That’s not fair…” Seb trailed off.

I shrugged. “I was going to get in my nest and have a little solo fun time, but seeing as you guys are here now…”

Whatever thread was restraining Roman snapped. Hands grabbed my hips as lips crashed down on mine in a bruising, dominating move.

Yes. I needed it. To be used and owned by my alpha.

By all my alphas.

Seb moved to stand behind me, his lips finding my neck.

Having two sets of hands and lips on me sent me straight into sensory overload. Knowing what they were about to do to me, I was surprised I wasn’t already quivering in a puddle of my own creation.

“Nothing tastes fucking sweeter than you,” Seb murmured against my throat.

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