Page 225 of Juliet & Her Romeos

Benedict hesitates, glancing at me.

I smile at him reassuringly.

He traces over the paper, which I hoped that he’d love. He bends to rub his cheek over it, before pulling off the ribbon. I’m sure that I’ll find the ribbon added to his nest.

I expect him to rip open the paper, but instead, he meticulously opens the present like he intends to keep the paper and add that to his nest as well.

Benedict gasps, as he reveals the almost human sized fluffy fox stuffie inside. Then he dives on it, knocking it to the floor and cuddling it, wildly.

Swan and I grin at each other.

It means a lot that he likes our first gift.

Benedict purrs, sniffing its fur. “How does the fox smell like you?”

“Well,Foxy,” I kneel next to Benedict, carding my fingers through his curls, “we scented it. We wanted you to have something that smelled of us. So, when we’re working, and you’re home in the nest, you’ll be able to feel like we’re with you still.”

“Thank you.” Benedict launches himself up to wrap his arms around my neck and nuzzle me.

Ambrose prowls to lean against the wall, watching us hungrily.

His gaze darkens. “My present is inside the piano stool. Take it out.”

“Baby, you’re making me hot with that dominant growl.” Vito smirks but he obeys, opening the piano and lifting something out.

It’s not wrapped.

Instead, it’s a gorgeous, white-tipped fox’s tail, which is attached to a thick, knotted dildo.

I stare at it in shock.

“Doesn’t yourFoxyneed a tail?” Ambrose arches his brow.

I swallow my tongue, nodding because I can’t get the words out.

Is this Benedict’s birthday or mine?

I suspect that Ambrose is making itbothof ours. He hasn’t stopped cherishing me, since we bonded. Just like Vito has continued to try out different foods for Swan, Ambrose has ensured that we’ve both had every experience that we can.

“Are you okay with this?” I check in, tracing down Benedict’s cheek. “Rememberredmeans stop,yellowis slowdown, andgreenmeans keep going. What are you now?”

“Green.” Benedict’s eyes are already glassy, as I thumb over his nipples.

He whines.

“Vito, bend our birthday Omega over the piano and turn him into our Foxy,” Ambrose orders.

Vito places the dildo down on the piano. Then he buries his hand in Benedict’s hair and yanks him off the fox stuffie and toward the piano.

Benedict’s pupils dilate.

Vito pulls Benedict into a deep kiss that leaves them both panting, before he pushes him over the piano, slamming his front down close enough to the cake for him to be able to flick out his tongue and lick its frosting.

Vito smiles. “Good Omega.

He slides his hand down the pale expanse of Benedict’s back toward his ass.

Benedict is already wet with slick.

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