Violet Rossi was a menace to fucking society. It didn’t matter that she was cute. It didn’t matter that she took pride in being able to feel our needs and satisfy them before we could. Didn’t even matter that she was the mother of my two unborn daughters.
No human being should want to have sex as much as she did. Morning. Noon. Night. After brushing her teeth. Before her shower. After her shower.
It wasn’t as bad when she was studying to get her GED, but now that all she had to do was wait for the babies to come?
Fuck.
I couldn’t wait for her to start school next spring, that way she’d have something to do other than touch herself. Or more so, touchus.
I loved it at first, but Jesus Christ, I never expected sex to become a reminder of my age.
But it had.
No part of me could keep up with her.
Not anymore.
Not like this.
She was everywhere. Always touching. Always needing. Always wanting. It wasn’t subtle either.
She’d sit beside me on the couch while I worked, pretending to read, and then slowly drape her leg across my lap. Or she’d wander into my office wearing one of my shirts and absolutely nothing else, claiming she was “looking for a pen.”
She never needed a pen.
She needed a penis.
And what made it worse? She dragged Skye into misbehaving.
Which, frankly, should have been illegal.
Skye was thirty-two weeks pregnant and built like a goddamn planet. He couldn’t roll over in bed without assistance, couldn’t see his own feet, and complained constantly about back pain, heartburn, and the general injustice of existing in a pregnant body, and Violet was somehow worse.
I didn’t even know how sex with just the two of them worked right now, all I knew, was like clockwork, every night around three AM, they’d venture off to fuck. And, through our bond, we’d all be forced to feel it.
Benji rolled over in our nest, groaning as he tried to save his decency.
“Boss, they’re doing it again,” he whined.
I didn’t open my eyes. “I’m aware.”
It was impossible not to be. The bond didn’t let us ignore it.
It pulsed warm and bright and shameless, Violet’s pleasure bleeding into the rest of us whether we wanted it or not.
“Tell them to go to bed,” he pleaded. “The baby shower is today.”
“They are in bed,” I muttered.
“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”
I dragged a hand down my face and finally forced one eye open. The room was still dark, the early morning quiet interrupted only by Benji’s suffering and the constant, undeniable reminder that my omegas had the libidos of teenagers.
“It’s just pregnancy, they’ll slow down once the babies are here,” Serena yawned behind Benji.
But I wasn’t sure that was true.
The next wave of pure unadulterated heat rolled through the bond, causing Benji to choke before biting his pillow.