Ozzi snorted and rolled his eyes. “Don’t call me that, man.”
Jason laughed and grinned at me. “If you’re asking about names, baby, mine’s Jason Immanuel Ward. Very esteemed.”
“Says the guy wearing only a pink towel.” Ozzi teased, and I found myself giggling. The two of them were as close as brothers. Closer, even. I loved seeing them poke at each other, and whether they were in the kitchen or caring for me, theyworked as if they had one mind. They anticipated one another’s actions, and it left me in awe. To be a part of that, a pack… I was close to my besties, and they knew me best, but we never behaved so much like each other that we were one.
Ozzi stepped behind me and put a hand on my bare lower back. “So you never answered my question.”
His touch was light, but it sizzled. Ozias Georgiou Vakalis was fucking hot, and the panties I was wearing were suddenly wet with slick.
Ozzi’s eyes darkened with a hungry gleam as he focused on me. He slid his hand up to expertly unhook my bra with one hand. I gasped, as if I could miraculously breathe again, and my breasts were on display for them both.
“Fuck, so beautiful.” Jason turned and whipped off his towel like a stripper. It whacked against my dresser and knocked some spools of thread off. They clattered to the floor.
I was too distracted by his quickly hardening cock to care. Oh yes.
He swiftly bent to pick up the spools, tossing a few socks and shorts that may have been dirty or not. Then he reached behind my dresser and… No! He straightened with Rudolph in hand. “What’s this?”
I lunged across the room and tried to grab it from him. My heat had flushed my skin, but embarrassment burned in my face right now. “Give it here!”
Jason dodged to one side and held the bright red vibrator up out of my reach. “Is this what I think it is?”
“It’s a personal massager!” At least that’s what it was advertised as. Everyone knew what it really was, and dammit, I had to get it away from him. I jumped for it and missed.
“It’s bright red. How festive of you.” Ozzi couldn’t hide his snicker.
My face must have been far more crimson than Rudolph at the moment. I tried to yank Jason’s arm down, but he didn’t budge. I could swing from his one muscled arm and he’d not even breathe heavily.
“It’s big. Not as big as me, but pretty big.” Jason flicked the vibrator on, and like the traitor it was, it buzzed. The batteries must have retained a little charge. It just needed a rest after the marathon I’d put it through. “Oh yeah, let’s give you a personal massage right now, gorgeous.”
I squealed and ran to hide behind Ozzi. Slick flowed faster now. My body betrayed me with how much it wanted this.
Okay. I wanted it too, but I wasn’t going to give in so easily.
“You do know I want to see you come with your personal massager too.” Ozzi purred, and I darted away to the other side of my bed. The two of them stalked me, moving in unison. Each of them taking a different direction to flank me.
My heart raced, and the ache to have them both knot me at once burst through me. They’d both pleasured me at the same time, but to have them both inside of me… Why did I want that so badly?
“Lyla!”
We all froze as my name was yelled from downstairs.
And not just anyone was shouting, that was Mariska.
The quick footsteps racing up the stairs were accompanied by the click of dog paws.
“Shit!” I stepped back and bumped against the wall. If Artemis ran in here right now with two strange Alphas who smelled incredibly yummy, or, rather to her, threatening, she might attack.
Clothes. I only had panties on and my thighs were soaked. I needed to put something on!
As much as I was freaking out, the guys weren’t. I hated them for it!
Ozzi walked out of my room with the casualness of a person going to meet an old friend. In his boxers!
I pressed my hands to my mouth to contain my scream.
Jason slid an arm over my shoulders and kissed the top of my head. “It’s okay, baby. Let’s find you something to put on.”
Said the unbothered, naked Alpha.
