I look over at him to see him adjusting his pants. “Please disengage from each other. My balls are aching enough without having you two tease me with your arousal and sexual tension,” Mateo growls.
Ezra grins at him and instead of pulling away from me, he runs his nose across the length of my neck and pauses at my mark. He lets his teeth graze it and a violent shiver ripples down my spine and a soft moan leaves my lips. My legs go weak and Ezra crushes me against him before I fall.
He uses one hand to support me by my breast, his fingers squeezing and teasing through the fabric. His other hand glides to my hip and below until he dips below my skirt. He bunches it up and lifts it high enough to slip his hand through. His fingertips brush my thigh and I bite my lips to stop myself from moaning even louder. I’m a trembling mess by the time his fingers brush against the lace of my panties, following the thin strip around, but not touching where I really want him to.
A strangled growl escapes Mateo, his eyes are locked on Ezra’s fingers between my thighs. His tongue darts out, moistening his lips. I spread my legs, eager for Ezra to touch just a little higher. I’ll die if he stops and Mateo and his frustration looks exactly how I feel.
Ezra chuckles at the both of us, seemingly enjoying his slow cruel torture. He sucks hard on my mark until I cry out and sink my fingers into him to stop myself from melting into a puddle of pleasure.
“Who exactly are you teasing here?” I pant. “Me or him?” My voice is so airy and weak I don’t even recognize it. Ezra’s finger slides under the lace, pulling it to the side and practically cutting me in half, instead of pulling them all the way. His desire to torment me is far too strong. He runs his finger down my trembling pussy lips, gathering my juices. My thighs are wet and the air is filled with the scent of my arousal. I wanted to throw these men down and fuck them, I didn’t care which at this point, I just needed some release with Ezra winding me up like this. “Stop,” I whimper. I wish I could be stronger. “We’re going to be late,” I whisper, my voice almost giving out. My body is throbbing hard, desperate for him to just tear the panties off of me and touch me exactly where I need him to.
“I say make them wait. She is their Queen, and I am so horny, please, Ezra, please, we can be quick,” Mateo begs. I chuckle at his desperation.
“Kat’s right, we need to go.” Ezra chides, as if he isn’t the one who just drove Mateo and me to the very edge. I might be the voice of reason between us three, but a mere flick of a finger would be enough to break me. I, too, am so turned on it hurts.
Mateo huffs with disappointment, but not as much as me. We barely do anything anymore. And as much as I want to by the time we get a chance, I am too tired and I tell them to fool around with each other instead. Not that it stops them from trying. I have to show my canines for them to leave me alone.
Besides the eternal exhaustion, the meds I’m forced to take make me live in fog all the time. I will admit though, my mood swings have gotten a bit much since I cut off the meds in the two days leading up to the Alpha meeting. But beyond that small side effect I’m stronger and clearer headed without them. Sure, sometimes I’m fine one minute and a screaming, crying baby the next but it’s a small price to pay.
Mathias said we need to watch for the side effects of abruptly stopping them, but Maddox sat outside with me all night to recharge on the moon, which I find is the best medicine. Unfortunately, I can’t sleep outside every night. And I know they would never let me sit out there on my own.
I would feel guilty if I asked them to give up their bed for the grass. Plus, there are the kids to consider, outside is not an option for them, especially now they are on the move.
“Ready when you are, Alphas!” Marge calls from downstairs.
Ezra checks his watch and sighs. “Come on, time to go,” he instructs, walking into the nursery and grabbing Marabella and Eziah, who were both napping. “Hopefully, they sleep on the way there,” he adds, passing Eziah to Mateo.
For some reason, both twins hate the car. That’s exactly why I try to avoid leaving the house unless necessary. I have heard of many babies who sleep in the cars, and even some who won’t sleep unless their parents drive them around, but that’s not the same case with our babies.
“Are you sure Marge will be alright with them in the children’s area?” I ask, already worried out of my skin.
“Yes, Andrei said he was bringing Jonah, so Sage has a reason to sit out of dealing with the other Lunas at the meeting. She is still not comfortable being around those she doesn’t know,” Mateo says, and I nod.
“Okay, any news on the Blood Database yet?” I ask as we walk down the steps. Maybe it’s for the best if I try to distract myself with something other than the dread that is filling the pit of my stomach.
Marge is already waiting at the bottom with the baby bag and double stroller. I grab the folded-up stroller from her, and we head out to the car.
“No, but Andrei said he found out who his father is and is looking into it,” Mateo informs me.
I place the stroller in the trunk while Marge opens the doors to our newly acquired soccer mom van. I never thought I would be excited about a soccer mom van, but in those beasts’ the room is so good.
Ezra is less than thrilled about driving it, but Mateo is just as excited as I am. When we go anywhere, we are squished in his sedan, and seeing as Marge has moved in with us now, there’s never enough room in the car for everyone.
Though it is rare that all of us go somewhere together, not being able to fit a stroller in Mateo’s trunk is a real bitch. Ezra climbs in the passenger side while Mateo plucks the keys from his fingers then Marge and I climb in the back with the kids.