Maybe I shouldn’t have asked for Mother at all. If there’s something to be known here, Cyan already knows it—and unlike Mom, she’d actually want to help me. She may look rough on the outside, but that girl’s heart is massive, bloody, and always beating for something.
“So you’ve misplaced Alpha Miles then?” Mom says, directing everyone’s attention exactly where she likes it—on herself. “He seemed like such a sweet boy when first we met. Did he really run away from you already, Violet?”
“With all due respect, Mrs. Steele, we haven’t misplaced him. And his absence is hardly Violet’s fault.” This from Ben. Noah has since grown silent in this exchange, and I, like usual, am cowed by my mother’s…everything.
“You haven’t misplaced them, and yet you don’t know where they are. Hmmm.” She taps a freshly manicured finger against her lips as if puzzling the whole thing out.
“Why not just call?” Amber asks with a mouth full of nacho mush.
Mother shakes her head as if Amber isn’t even worth dignifying with a response. For as hard as she fought to reach her perfect seven, Mother seems less and less enamored of her seventh daughter. And she’s been disenchanted with me for an even longer time. Things are never going to change. Not unless I change them myself. And right now I haven’t got the time to poke at my drop-bear of a mother.
I grab Noah’s hand and cross the room to take Ben’s as well. “This was a mistake. Let’s go.”
“Thanks for your time,” Noah mumbles on the way out.
My mother says nothing. She doesn’t need to. She’s already won whatever game we were all playing. And why wouldn’t she when she’s the only one who knows the rules?
“Well, that was a colossal fucking failure,” I say through gritted teeth as our Uber pulls away from my family home.
Ben squeezes my hand. “We’ll find them.”
Neither of the guys say anything about meeting my family for the first time, and I’m thankful for that. I don’t need to hear how awful and conniving my mother is or how bizarre each of my sisters is in her own special way. Right now the only thing I need is to find our missing alphas and bring them home.
“Is anyone else hungry? Should we go out?” Noah asks. My guy is always hungry, even now that he’s stopped his supplements. I guess when you have that many muscles, they require extra fuel to remain powered and on. Still, I just don’t have the energy to sit in public and rehash our losses right now.
“Let’s find a hotel and order in,” I counter.
And half an hour later, we’re checked in to a nice business hotel that seems to be in the middle of hosting a conference, judging from the crowds of men in suits adorned with cheap, white name badges.
“Don’t worry about them. They don’t look like the type to stay up late,” Ben assures me in a muted whisper as we board the elevator. “The three of us on the other hand? We could give them a show. What do you say we take it easy for the rest of the day and rack up some noise complaints tonight?”
My nipples tingle with anticipation. These days Ben only has to breathe air, and I want to jump his bones. Noah too.
“Food first,” Noah interrupts as the elevator dings and lets us off on our floor. “This beta’s going to need his strength to do the job right.”
I chuckle softly. “Is that what I am now? A job?”
“Best fucking job of my life.” Noah slaps my butt with one hand and gives me a thumbs up with the other.
Meanwhile Ben’s face twists in anguish. “I can’t decide whether to say ‘literally’ or ‘that’s what she said’ here,” he confesses with a laugh. “The setup was so good it froze me in my tracks.”
I shush them both and slide the keycard into the lock.
“Everyone okay with Mexican?” Noah wants to know, already scrolling through the delivery options on his phone as we tromp into our room for the night, and maybe much longer depending on how long it takes us to hunt down Miles and Archer.
“I’m good with anything as long as I get Violet for dessert.” Ben opens his mouth and touches his teeth to my bare shoulder, sending a shiver straight to my core.
I’m not going to let him know how much it turns me on though. Not when it’s much more fun to tease. “Seriously, man. You’re a writer. I know you must have better material than this.”
He growls playfully, then tosses me onto the bed. Soon all three of us are laughing and pulling clothes off each other. My slick has already wet the comforter. It comes so fast and freely now, heralding the nearness of my heat.
Noah pulls his lips from mine to murmur, “How do you want us?”
I tug at him with a greedy moan. The answer is I want them every which way, all day, every day. I have two wonderful men with two wonderful cocks, yet still I want more. And I won’t rest until I get it.
A knock sounds on our door, rousing us from our frenzy.
“Already?” Ben groans his disappointment as he releases his hold on my nipple. “Didn’t you just place that order?”