Page 24 of Seduced By Two Alphas

What if they knocked me up? What if I became pregnant?

I licked my lips then asked Jack’s chest, “Are we mates?”

Ken hugged me closer to him. “I felt the binding,” he said.

“Me, too.” Jack traced his fingers down my cheek. “Yes, Casey, you’re our mate.”

I was thrilled and terrified in equal measures. Maybe not so equal. Fear took the forefront in that race, and now all I could think about was being pregnant.

Too late to turn back. The deed is done. Yet I couldn’t find it in me to regret it. Regret giving myself over to Jack and Ken? It had been the best night of my life. The best sex I’d ever had. And even now, they were being attentive to me, petting me, cuddling me.

I drifted off to sleep smiling, happy I’d finally taken my own advice and let my hair down, had some fun. I couldn't wait to call Dillon in the morning and maybe have lunch with him, because even though Dillion now had his own life with Lucas and Mikhia and I had mine with these two, I still missed the hell out of him and couldn’t wait to see him again.

Chapter Eight

Kendrick

I jerked out of my sleep when Casey crawled over me, racing toward the bathroom. Before I could get the covers off of me, Jack had jumped up and hurried behind our mate.

Our mate. My chest tightened at the thought as I got up and grabbed a washcloth from the hallway closet while listening to Casey wretch into the toilet. Now my heart was doing triple somersaults. Morning sickness. It hit differently than how it hit women. First, Jack and I weren’t human. A pregnancy lasted only three months. Second, since the gestation was so fast, morning sickness had an early onset.

“I’ll run into town and grab some ginger ale and crackers,” I said as I handed over the washcloth to my brother. Jack knelt next Casey, rubbing his back. He leaned to his left and turned the tap on in the sink then wet the cloth.

“Some prenatal vitamins, too.” Jack smoothed the cloth over Casey’s forehead and nape.

Those words sent my heart to racing again. I’d always wanted a family, wanted to hear the patter of little feet around the house, but now that it was going to happen, I felt like I was walking in a fog as I dressed, grabbed my keys, wallet, and phone, and headed out the door.

In no time I was back, with everything I’d set out to pick up plus breakfast. Casey probably didn’t want to put anything on his stomach, but just in case, I’d stopped by a small pastry shop while in town. Who in their right mind passed on pastries?

Confession. I’d eaten three on the trip back to Casey’s house and still had three more in the box for myself. What could I say? I was a bear who loved his sweets.

“How’s he feeling?” I asked Jack when I entered the kitchen and set everything on the table. “Any better?”

“He’s resting.” Jack was seated at the table, a cup of coffee in front of him, his electronic tablet in one hand. I knew when something was bothering my brother. He always had tiny wrinkles above his brows that indented slightly more when he was overthinking something.

“What’s on your mind?” Bringing the box to the table, I opened it, grabbed a cinnamon roll, then twisted the box so Jack could grab whatever he wanted.

“I’m a little concerned about Casey.”

My roll was halfway to my open mouth, but I stopped and lowered it. “Why. Is something wrong with him?”

Jack set his tablet aside. “He was very adamant about not getting pregnant, and in a short amount of time, before he even has time to really consider things, we knock him up. I feel like I hoodwinked him.” He looked at me with all seriousness in his eyes. “Do you think we pressured him into this?”

That had been on my mind since last night when Casey had come out of the bathroom naked, wanting a towel. I’d told myself not to rush into this, to let Casey set the pace, even if his pace took longer than I would have liked. I’d wanted him fully on board before we jumped into bed together.

But when I’d come out of the bathroom and saw Jack eating Casey’s ass, my brain had dropped into a fog it hadn't come out of until the dust settled. I wasn’t a goddamn saint, and if Casey was on all fours, moaning in pleasure, why not join them?

It wasn’t until Casey had fallen asleep in my arms that reality had set in. “I don’t honestly know. Has he said anything to you this morning?”

Jack appeared lost in thought but slowly looked at me. His features relaxed, but I could tell this was really bothering him, though he tried to play it off like it was no big deal. “No. He brushed his teeth after he got sick then crawled back into bed and closed his eyes. I thought it best to give him time.”

“Then we don’t know what he’s thinking.” I picked at the side of the pastry box with my finger. “I don’t want to assume anything, Jack, but it takes three to tango.”

“Two,” my brother corrected. “Well, in our case, three.”

“We didn’t force Casey into this.” So why did I feel like total crap? Jack was right. For over two weeks, all Casey had talked about was not getting pregnant. He’d been completely against the idea. Most of that stemmed from his daddy issues, but not all of it.

“I know we didn’t.” Jack sighed and scrubbed a hand over his hair. “He even suggested the pregnancy thing when Albert attacked me.”

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