Page 138 of Monsterland Mayhem

“A ball?” I echo.

“We’ll find you a dress that actually fits,” Catum says as he sets the hot chocolate on the counter before me. “Shoes, too.”

I snort. “Craze told me this morning that I’m not allowed to wear clothes ever again.” He also said I will forever sleep with his knot inside me, because apparently we did that a few times over the last several days.

“I’ll make an exception if the dress has a corset,” he says as he enters the room, his dark hair dripping with water from his shower. “One I can cut off of you with a blade.” He kisses my bare shoulder, then reaches around to tweak my nipple. “And good job obeying my rules, gorgeous.”

I roll my eyes. “I chose not to wear clothes because I’m hot.”

“That you are,” he drawls. “That you are.”

I ignore him and instead focus on Krolic. “What kind of ball?”

“A Monsterland-themed one,” he replies, his lips curling. “Which means it’ll be extraordinarily strange.”

“Hmm,” I hum. “I may actually enjoy that.”

“You’ll enjoy what we do to you afterward,” Craze interjects. “That I can promise you.” He grabs a ball from the platter on the counter and pops it into his mouth. “French toast bites are my favorite.”

“I know,” Catum says. “But I made them for our mate.”

“I doubt she needs a hundred of them, Pillar.”

“She’s eating for two, de Hatte.”

“And she can choose how many she wants,” I interject, grabbing one for myself before smiling at Catum. “Thank you, Catum.”

“You’re welcome, Ailsa.” He looks at the hot chocolate. “Don’t forget to try it.”

“Why do I get the feeling there’s something sexual about this drink?”

“Because you just spent five days exploring our knots,” Krolic murmurs. “Sex is all any of us are thinking about right now.”

“And balls,” I point out, then giggle as I glance down at his lap. “Two kinds of balls now.” I pop the French toast into my mouth, then frown. “Make that three.”

Catum chuckles. “I think she’s lust drunk.”

“That just means we did our job,” Craze murmurs, grabbing another bite. “So when are we hosting this coronation ball, K?”

He considers the three of us, then glances down at my belly. “Maybe in three weeks?” he suggests.

“Three weeks?” Craze sounds surprised. “I assumed you would want it to be sooner.”

Krolic shakes his head. “We’re on our babymoon.”

“Babymoon?” I echo.

His alluring eyes slowly return to mine. “Omegas need a lot of attention when they’re pregnant, baby girl. Almost as much as when they’re in heat.”

My legs tingle. “Oh.”

“So obviously, we’ll need to tend to your every need.” He reaches out to drag my stool closer to him. “Ensure all of your desires are met.” He leans into my space. “And thank you properly for being ours by worshipping every inch of your beautiful form.”

“I… I think I like that,” I whisper.

“Yeah?” He smiles. “I think we do, too.” His lips brush mine. “Now be a good girl and drink that hot chocolate. I think Catum may have added some special spices to it.”

My brow furrows. “Special spices?”