Page 16 of Frenzy
“Hey guys, how did it go with the doctor?”
Courtland nodded. “We have a course of action.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Well, that doesn’t sound like a cure, but we’ll take it. I’m just getting the kids settled and then Radic said he’ll get dinner sent up for us until we can get some groceries.”
The front door opened and closed again, and I looked over Rosa’s shoulder. Bonnie was there, holding two canvas backpacks.
“What are you guys staring…” Rosa looked over her shoulder and then back at us, her grin so huge it could only mean trouble. “Oh, I see. Is this your ‘course of action?’” she teased Courtland, laughing and dancing away as Dominic swiped at her. She bounded up to Bonnie, wrapping her in her arms. “Hi, I’m Rosa. Are you my new mommy?”
Courtland growled, which just made Rosa laugh harder. The sounds of a teenage brawl deeper in the house caught her attention.
“Winston! I swear to god if you are hitting Luca again, I’m going to kick your ass,” she bellowed, sprinting back into the bowels of the house. Bonnie just stood there, looking slightly mussed, as if she’d just walked through a natural disaster event.
Dominic laughed. “That’s Rosa, she’s our ward. Well, one of them.”
Courtland nodded, his lips twitching in what was almost a smile. “Also, Naja’s sibling. It is… complicated.”
Yeah, that was an understatement. Our whole group was complicated.
Bonnie just shook her head dazedly, then shrugged, walking further into the house. She looked between Courtland and me. “Take your shirts off.”
Courtland blinked. “Excuse me?”
She raised a single brow. “Shirt. Off. Please?”
Dominic had started to chuckle, but I could see him tamping it down. “You heard the lady. Get naked.”
She cut him a glare. “I didn’t say get naked. I said to take their shirts off.” She held up a contraption that I had originally thought was a backpack but was actually some kind of harness thing.
“Baby carriers. There's a method of holding a baby, usually preterm babies but I think it will work for these two, where they are pressed to your chest for long periods of time. It helps with heart rate and breathing regulation, as well as bonding. I think this will help with Doc's suggestion. Now, shirts off. You”—she pointed to Dominic—“help me take the babies’ clothes off, except their diapers. It has to be skin-to-skin.”
As Dominic hopped to it, I looked at Courtland. He was appraising me with his dark eyes. “Only if you are comfortable. I am sure someone else could soothe them this way if Bonnie says it's needed. Dominic or Radic, maybe?”
Bonnie was looking between us, her brow scrunched as she tried to work out what was wrong in this situation. Honestly, I didn’t know what was wrong. It was just a body, and the babies were mine. These people had probably seen hundreds of half-naked torsos in their lives.
I was being stupid.
I peeled off my sweater and then my shirt, but the whole time I was watching Courtland undress. He did it slowly, methodically, and it was oddly mesmerizing. First, his tailored jacket was folded over the back of a chair. Then his long, strong fingers unbuttoned the vest of his three-piece suit. It was beautiful, hugging his body like a second skin, showcasing his wide shoulders and his slim waist. Once that was unbuttoned, it was placed on top of his jacket. Cufflinks next, his biceps flexing. Then those fingers went to work on the buttons of his shirt. Slowly, methodically working his way down, revealing warm flesh with every button freed until he reached the button of his pants.
Was this foreplay? Because it felt like foreplay. My eyes flicked up, and they snagged on his own. The darkness that was usually so cool suddenly seemed molten, and my breath shuddered in my chest. My whole body felt hot and tingly, and I made a low noise in my throat that made everyone’s eyes snap to me. Even Bonnie looked at me with something that looked like lust, before she shook her head.
I flushed bright red when Radic appeared from somewhere in the house, taking in the scene. Bonnie dragged her eyes to him, and then realized how it looked, flushing as pink as me. “We’re trying Kangaroo Care to improve their vitals,” she squeaked out, and Radic’s eyes swept between us. He cleared his throat, walking closer to Bonnie, but I could see the hard bulge in his pants, smell the arousal coming from Bonnie. Fuck, all this because I made a noise?
“It was the sound of need, Omega,” Courtland said matter-of-factly. “We are made to appease all your needs, biologically speaking.”
Dominic grunted. “Speak for yourself. I’m hard as a rock and it has nothing to do with Manix biology, and everything to do with the giant cock he’s packing in those chinos.” Courtland frowned at his Beta wolf, and I flushed a little more.
Bonnie cleared her throat. “Well, nothing kills the mood like crotch goblins. Come here, Pryce.” I walked toward her quickly, and took the harness she was holding out. “It clips on the side around your waist. Put one of the straps over your shoulder.”
I clipped it up, following her instructions like a good little Omega. She scooped up One, and held her to my chest. I placed my hands on her back instinctively, clutching her close to my chest. She was so fucking small. Two months old and still the size of a newborn. Bonnie arranged her on my chest, her legs frogged up, her face to the side, and the baby let out a small shuddering breath that sounded like a relieved sigh. Bonnie hooked the other strap over my shoulder. As her fingers worked the back clip, I shuddered. But it wasn’t in disgust. No, I wanted to feel those fingers running over other parts of my body.
Did I imagine that she just ran her fingers down my spine because she wanted to?
She cleared her throat, stepping back in front of me. “They have a special insert in there to make sure they don’t accidentally fall out the side. We don’t often get babies this small at the Sanctum, but the other families around here donate stuff we might need.” She stepped over to Courtland, and hesitated. He took the carrier from her hands and put it on like he’d done it every day of his life. When she passed him Two, he held my son to his chest like he’d protect him forever. I swallowed the lump in my throat. I’d always tried hard not to think of the offspring as mine. But they were. They were my children, and the sight of the giant Alpha, holding an infant that wasn't even as big as one of his pecs, was making my Omega go crazy.
He watched Bonnie as she arranged the baby, like a predator waiting for prey to climb happily into his jaws. I would go willingly, if I was honest with myself. It didn’t even look like Bonnie was breathing, as she quickly buckled the baby in. It might have been my imagination, but Two seemed to have more color to his cheeks already.
Bonnie stepped away, and her chest was heaving. I could smell her juices in the air, which was making my dick painfully hard.
