Page 123 of Dubious Match
“You’re very, ah, buxom,” Margerie says, Felix and Remy’s mom. “Do you think you can keep four alphas satisfied?”
“Excuse me?” I ask. I’m having a hard time believing that she’s asking what I think she is.
“Hollis,” Imelda says, “you have to know that the boys have an affliction. They're addicted to sex with men.”
Is that what we call love between people of the same sex? Gazing at the pretty tablecloth on one of the three long tables in the dining room, I shake my head.
“Being bonded to me isn’t going to change that they also love each other,” I remind them. “Nor should it.”
“So you’re saying that you’re not enough for them?” Margerie asks. “Have you even tried? With all those fancy toys that they sell, there has to be something that can help. What about… What is that called? When you fuck them?”
“Pegging?” Tom, Brice's brother, asks.
Is everyone going to chime in on this? Unfortunately, my alphas are on the other end of the long table, and I take a deep breath to center myself.
“Yes! Dear, have you tried pegging my sons yet?” she asks.
My cheeks heat as I shake my head. “I can honestly say that it hasn’t come up,” I reply.
Felix, Remy. Do you want me to peg you? Your mother would like to know,I say through the bond. I don’t usually do this, and I accidentally push it to all four alphas, one who almost spits out his drink.
Poor Malcolm.
She what?Felix growls.Baby Girl, if you want to fuck me, you’re welcome to it.
Clearing my throat, I shift in my seat with my thighs tightly pressed together. I think that may have backfired. Holy shit. Now, I’m starting to think about it.
“If you want to keep your alphas, you’ll have to be willing to be what they need,” Imelda says sharply. “Now, I hear you work a lot. Are you going to quit to have their babies?”
“Why do I need to quit to have babies?” I ask, shaking my head. “I’m the owner, I can do whatever is necessary to balance out my personal life. Again, that’s between my alphas and I.”
I’m trying very hard to be polite, but they aren’t making this easy.
“Alyssa,” Imelda says, leaning forward to get Felix and Remy’s sixteen year old sister’s attention. “What do you think?”
“About pegging or babies?” she asks, amused, showing that she’s been listening to us. “I think that my brothers are gay and entering into a lavender bond to keep the rest of the family quiet about their sexual orientation. I think you should reject them and let them be happy together, Hollis.”
“Sexuality can be fluid,” I breathe, finding myself losing any hope of keeping my cool. The ice princess wants to blow people up. “It’s one of the reasons that good designation courses in school teach that scent matching doesn’t care what you believe is your sexuality. My alphas have also never said that they’re gay.”
“No, they’ve just exclusively been fucking each other since college,” Alyssa says. “I think this is their last ditch attempt to get their families to leave them alone.”
A strange look goes over her face before she gasps.
“You’re a hooker or something, aren’t you? Are they paying you to spend Christmas with them as some sort of experiment?” Alyssa asks.
“Those lips do remind me of a hooker’s,” Margerie muses. “Dear, do you not suck dick well? If it’s your job, you should find another.”
“I’m not a hooker,” I growl under my breath. “I run a dating company for people to connect. I’ve helped a lot of clients find love.”
“Or lust?” Alyssa sneers. “Are you a madam to a brothel?”
Since I don’t go anywhere unarmed, there’s a slit in my skirt that not only helps me walk easier, but has a knife strapped to my thigh. I’m trying very hard not to use it. I have rules dammit!
Baby, why are you thinking stabby thoughts? You’re leaking all over,Mal says worriedly.
Yep, I can’t even block properly. My fingers are shaking, and I hide them under the table to keep anyone else from seeing them. I refuse to show weakness in front of these people. These are my alphas, and I fucking hate how they’re being spoken about.
Drawing myself up, I toss my hair.
