Page 7 of Pack Plus More

Devon cursed under his breath, slowly putting me down.

“You lot are turning into a pair of potty mouths!” I giggled, looking between my guys, every one of them wearing a matching look of hunger.

“The moment the girls go down for their nap…” Jeremy said, picking up Poppy. “We are making you guys big sisters!” he declared happily.

“I look forward to it!” I giggled. “But first, let’s play with some of these toys!” I cooed at the girls, who stamped their feet in excitement.

Jeremy

Iloved my daughters. They were the light of my life, but those little demons decided that the one day they would refuse a nap point blank would be Christmas.

Right after Daisy had told us she had not only stopped birth control, but was fertile and ready for another baby?

“Okay, we need a game plan!” Nate said as we bustled into the living room. Daisy was in the playroom with the girls, having fun with all the leftover wrapping paper. “They’re clearly not going down.” We would have been in there with them, but we had some very important business to take care of first.

“They’re too amped up with all the new toys and gifts. They probably won’t nap at all today.”

“But does that mean they’ll crash and go to bed early?” I asked pointedly. My pack mates both nodded appreciatively.

If that was the case, we could all get some group time with our omega later…

“We outnumber the babies. Two of us can distract them while the other shoots their shot,” Devon said.

“Let me guess, you want to be first?” Nate asked, raising his brow. “I’m not agreeing to that.”

“I was the one who found Daisy. I should go first!” I said.

Nate gave me a disbelieving look, crossing his arms. “I’m not sure that’s how it works, Jer.”

“Well, at least I was nice to her when I first met her, the same can’t be said for you! Were it not for my culinary prowess she never would have joined our pack!” I grumbled.

Nate’s mouth dropped open. “I was an ass, we know that! Anyway, I’ve more than made up for it… even though you can always grovel a little more,” he shrugged.

I nodded. “True, there’s no such thing as too much groveling.”

“Rock, paper, scissors?” Devon asked, a hopeful expression spreading across his face.

I bit back a laugh. Of all the ways to figure out who was going to get a chance to knock up Daisy first, this seemed the most immature possible way, but we were in a rush and didn’t have time to discuss the issue at hand like civilized beings. The girls would only rest for so long, and we were all eager to get to work, so to speak.

Every one of us was on edge. Our alphas pushing us now. Daisy had opened the floodgates.

At the first opportunity, I was going to be pumping her full of cum and knotting her so she couldn't get away until she was well and truly knocked up.

One of the big perks of having a knot.

“Do it,” I said with a nod, looking between my packmates.

We all stuck our hands out, bobbing them up and down as we recited “Rock, Paper, Scissors!” before showing our hands.

Nate and I had both opted for paper, and Devon had chosen scissors.

“Yes!” he whisper-shouted in delight. “Me first!”

I glowered at him.

Lucky shit.

Nate let out a long-suffering sigh. “All’s fair in love and war,” he muttered before turning to me. “Let’s go grab our girls. Daisy is probably starting lunch.”

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