Page 118 of In Control

“You’re sure?” I ask. The others always made it sound like Gabe was the one pushing for the pack to be open. I thought he’d be reluctant for it to be exclusive.

“I am. I have everything I need right here in this pack.” He smiles at his mates and Liam rests his palm on his omega’s calf.

“And the rest of you?”

“I believe it’s the way it should be,” Roman says and Liam nods.

I peer at Esra.

“If it’s what you want, sweetheart.”

“Is it what you want?”

He kisses my stomach. “It is.”

I let out a puff of air, relieved. “Good, because I’m a jealous, greedy little bitch and the idea of sharing any of you with people outside this pack,” I screw up my nose, “I can’t do that.”

Gabe chuckles. “We’re going to have our hands full taking care of you, pretty little thing.”

I raise an eyebrow at him. “I think I’ll have my hands full taking care of you,” I point out. “And I was hoping you’d start taking care of me right now …”

It’s been four very long, very frustrating weeks, and if they don’t lay their hands on me soon I may actually combust.

Esra takes my hint. “But the baby–”

“Babies,” Liam corrects, “will be just fine.”

“We should be gentle with her, though,” Esra insists.

“If she wants. What did you have in mind, sweetheart?”

“First, I want to finish crushing you all in this game of Scrabble, and then–”

Esra knocks me backwards onto the sofa and parts my thighs.

“Enough teasing.”

I pout up at him. “I was winning that game, though.” But he sweeps his tongue through my folds and my head falls back against the cushions, my eyes falling shut, and all thoughts of Scrabble are well and truly abandoned. He makes me come with his tongue easily and I have a strange sense of pride in my chest at how fucking good my future packmates are at pleasuring me. All of them. Each in their own way. It’s what I need. I’d never be satisfied with just one man. I need all four of them to keep me challenged – intellectually, creatively, emotionally and sexually. We all need that. It’s why this relationship between the five of us works.

When Esra rocks back onto his heels, his face a mess with my arousal, I smile up at him, bliss surely written all over my face.

“Oh god, I’ve been dreaming of that,” I murmur. I’ve been dreaming of it ever since that night at the theatre.

“Me too, sweetheart,” he whispers. “I’m going to spend the rest of my life looking after you. I am going to spoil the fuck out of you, woman. You won’t want for anything. Then when the babies come … Babies?” His smile is delirious with happiness, an emotion reflected on Gabe, Liam and Roman’s faces. An emotion reflected in my heart. We’re going to be a family. We’re going to make a family.

Esra leans forward to press his lips to my belly again. “I know I messed up. I know I treated you,” he glances up at his omega, “and Gabe badly. I promise, I’ve learned my lesson. I promise I will love both of you, all of you,” he peers round at Liam and Roman, “with all my heart.”

Gabe kneels down beside him, resting his head on his shoulder. “We all need to get better at talking, at sharing our hopes and our fears, our darkest thoughts and our wildest dreams. Especially when these babies come. Raising kids is no walk in the park.”

“I can’t wait,” Esra says, drawing Gabe in closer to kiss him.

Gabe reaches for me as he kisses our alpha and their attention turns to me, Esra kissing me next as Gabe nibbles my throat. The others draw closer too, but then Gabe whispers in my ear: “You’ve been wanting him, wanting Esra, haven’t you?”

It’s something I can’t deny. Even when we were hating each other, yelling at each other, there was always this pull, this magnetism, between us.

“Hmmm,” I murmur and Gabe pushes us onto the sofa, Esra rolling carefully on top of me. I can feel how hard he is beneath the fabric of his jeans and his scent engulfs me, suddenly powerful in my nose.

“You sure about all this, Sophia?” Esra asks me, trailing a forefinger down my body and making me shudder with desire. “Because once we begin we’re not letting up, not until every single one of us has rutted you. Do you think you can handle that?”

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