“You seem awfully sure of yourself, Angus.”
“I just didn’t like him thinking we aren’t ideal mates, that’s all,” Angus said. “Just because we’re two alphas doesn’t mean we can’t be proper mates.”
“Doesn’t it?” Colt asked.
With a frustrated noise, Angus looked at me. “What do you think, Ben?”
“What do I think about what? Are you asking if I think Colt will let you fuck him?”
“No, I didn’t say that—”
“Yes, that’s exactly what he’s asking, Ben,” Colt interrupted.
“How would I know?”
With a beleaguered groan followed by a lot of grumbling, Angus turned his back to us.
Colt chuckled. “Come on, Angus.”
Rising onto his elbow Angus pointed his finger at him. “You can’t say we won’t ever mate. You don’t know.”
With a sexy grin, Colt crawled over me and onto Angus, pinning him down from the back, chest to back.
“Oof! What the hell are you doing, Colt?”
“I just realized you might be implying you’d give in to me,” Colt said close to Angus’s ear, but I heard it.
“I implied no such thing!”
With a heavy thrust at Angus’s ass, Colt said, “Are you sure?”
“Dammit, now, Colt! Get the hell off me!”
Laughing outright, Colt rolled, almost landing on me.
“Now you’re trying to squish our baby!” Angus complained.
“Could you two pipe down so I can get some sleep?” I muttered, punching at my pillow.
“Oh, look who’s getting too big for his britches?” Angus said.
Lips twitching, I said, “What does that even mean?”
“I’ll show you what it means!” Angus began tickling my side, making me laugh.
Then, suddenly, I was all wet. My pajamas, the mattress, my legs.
“Ben? Did you just pee in the bed?” Colt asked.
“What? No!”
Angus turned on the light, and Colt lifted the sheet.
“Why are you wet?”
Suddenly, pain worse than anything I’d ever felt took hold of me, and I cried out, curling into the tightest ball I could with such a big stomach.
“Ben, baby? What’s wrong?” Angus said, stroking my head. “Is it the baby? Is it coming?”