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“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 willtryto 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.

Devon

Christmas Eve

My beautiful mate was up to something.

I wanted nothing more than to figure out what she had gotten for us that had her grinning that secret little smirk. It was like she knew something that we didn't.

Were I an invasive alpha, I probably would have checked our bank records, but we had made that impossible. When we had insisted that Daisy join our pack bank accounts, we had also made a separate account for her and deposited money in it regularly so she could spend what she wanted without having to ask us, or even know what she bought.

I would bet good money she had used that account to get gifts, eradicating my ability to be nosey.

Returning to the kitchen, I grabbed Poppy, who was starting to fuss, plopping her on my hip. They were at the age where they were starting to get into everything.

I had dressed them in the cutest little elf pajamas. They had been blessed with their mother’s red curls, and it was the damned cutest thing.

“Let’s make mama some pizza,” I cooed, picking Petunia up in my other arm and carrying them over to the counter, plopping them on the barstools.

“Mixing?” Poppy asked in that adorable voice.

“Yes, sweet girl, mixing,” I nodded. I had explained to her they were going to be my helpers and mix the dough. They were toddlers, so any activity where they were able to get messy was a win for them.

Cooking with kids was both immensely fun, incredibly messy, and completely stressful.

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