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bite of Rayne’s while Fenris eased the other out of her grasp for himself.
    She allowed Rayne to feed her the entirety of his offering, muttering curses with every chewing motion even as Fenris shifted beneath the covers. She felt Fenris’s palm upon her belly, sliding up and over the swell to end curled at her hip.
    Freya didn’t fight what she knew was going happen. She was too tired, and pastries had only made her more lax. Fenris’s blond hair draped over her shoulder as he started placing kisses upon her flesh. He pulled her tighter to his corded steel frame while Rayne presented another savory treat for her to nibble upon. Between the three of them, six meat buns vanished.
    Rayne moved the empty tray to the bedside stand. He had given Freya the last pie and slipped into bed beside her. Despite all his prior charity, Rayne too sidled in close. His intent showed itself as he moved beneath the covers, his fingertips playing at the hem of her tank top.
    Freya groaned as she felt the gentle brush of Rayne’s fingers over her belly, creeping like thieves up to the swollen, sensitive mounds of her breasts. Placated by food and the easy warmth of two hard bodies, she found herself quickly overwhelmed. Between the stirring of the babe within her, the combined passions of her mates, and the exhaustion of the day, her resolve vanished faster than a vamp at sunrise. She was once again right where they wanted her to be.
    As Rayne’s fingers found the rigid traitor of a nipple, rolling it between his fingers, Freya knew that she had lost. “You fucking asses,” she groaned as her body responded to masterful touches and nipping kisses.
    Fenris breathed hotly into her ear as he ground his cock into her hip. “What, baby? Getting hot?”
    “I just wanted to sleep.”
    “So did I. Wanted to be put to bed hours ago actually, but no.”
    Freya rejected the notion it was her fault, but then she wasn’t totally without fault when it came to both of them expecting to be sated before slumber. Bribery was what it was. Giving Fenris and Rayne a few hours of attention had been the only way for her to get any sort of peace, yet she was tired of having to fulfill that obligation all the time.
    Catching Rayne just before he could duck his pale blond head beneath the covers, before he could get his lips onto her breast, she gripped her beta’s slender shoulders and tried once more to deny the arousal caused by just his breath against her skin. “No. No, Rayne. Both of you. I’d like to sleep, just sleep. No fucking dick at my ass happening to slip inside my pussy while I’m sleeping, no waking up to find myself nursing, and no fucking food put in my face like you’re trying to fatten me for a feast. You two must think that I’m playing.”
    Fenris stilled behind her and then withdrew his hold. To Freya’s surprise they both withdrew from her. Fenris sat up against the headboard, looking down at her. “Sorry,” he muttered, chest heaving. “Of course, you are exhausted. Weak. I can respect that. You are carrying our cub. Just like you were chopping wood this morning and helping with the front desk half the day.”
    Refusing to acknowledge the snarky comment, Freya tried to straighten the covers over her. She closed her eyes to the pouting disappointment of Rayne and was preparing to soak into her victorious slumber when the sound of a hand slapping the mattress caught her attention.
    “Rayne,” Fenris commanded. “Come.”
    The bed dipped intently as Rayne cautiously climbed over her to the other side of the bed.
    Her ears soon picked up the soft, wet suckling sounds of kisses and the deep moans and hitched cries of her alpha ravishing their beta.
    “Will you be strong for me tonight, Rayne?” Fenris growled. “This female has me hard enough to drive nails.”
    Rayne sighed with halfhearted reluctance. “But Fen—”
    “I know. I know. She’s exhausted though. Suck my nipples instead. Bite hard.”
    Rayne gave a broken