“So, so much,” I agree.
We touched while Callisto made love to Rickon, but not enough to call sex. Mostly because we couldn’t take our eyes off the two naked men writhing together like they were custom made to fit. And since Ricky and I are about the same size, that means I’ll fit too.
Callisto rises on one arm and kisses Rickon, thanking him. Ricky nods, too satisfied for words, and Callisto disappears into the bathroom and runs the water. I reach for the wet wipes, but Zack snatches them from me.
“I do it,” he says, taking over Rickon’s aftercare like the proud pack alpha he is. He wipes everything up, stroking our lover’s body so tenderly.
“Feeling good?” I ask, leaning over Rickon.
“You know it,” Rickon says with a lazy grin, tugging on my hair. “And thank you.”
I know exactly what he means, so I kiss his forehead once before climbing off the bed. I’ve waited and waited, but patience has never been my strong suit. Now it’s time to make my own dreams come true.
I slip into the bathroom and discover Callisto washing his softened cock in the sink, the length lathered up with a handmade soap that smells of lemon myrtle. It mixes nicely with Callisto’s own rich cherry wood scent.
He jerks to a halt, gaze dropping to the dick in his hand. I smile provocatively in the mirror as I walk past him and open the shower door. I’ve already showered once today, but this won’t be the getting-clean type of shower.
Crossing my arms, I strip off the sweater, revealing nothing underneath. I already slipped out of my bra while they were busy. Callisto’s hand slips on the bathroom vanity, and I smirk as I flip the water on. When I turn back, he’s moved toward me, dick hard and jutting my way.
“I’m not in heat this time,” I murmur, flicking open the button on my skirt.
Callisto steps toward me. “No, you’re not,” he murmurs thickly, eating me up with the longing in his black eyes.
“But I still feel like I’m burning up.”
He swallows hard. “Can I . . . can I help you with that?”
I suck on my bottom lip as I test the water temperature. “Just today?” I tease.
Callisto growls under his breath and reaches for my hand. “Today and forever.”
“Promise?” I ask, catching hold of his little finger with mine.
He glances down at the innocent pinky promise and smiles. “Yes, Red. I promise.”
I release his hand and unzip my skirt, and Callisto steps in to rest his hands on my waist, pulling me into him. Our lips meet in a kiss born of delayed desperation, like they did during the sexscene, but with none of the holding back. Finally, it’s just me and my prodigal alpha with no hesitations between us.
“You’re everything I could dream of in a woman,” he rasps, dragging my clothes off my hips. He glances down as I toe the fabric off my ankles.
“Oh, fuck, Red!” he grinds out, catching sight of my underwear.
I grin as I kick the discarded clothes across the room. “That’s the general idea.” I didn’t know when I dressed this morning that I’d be welcoming Callisto, but the crotchless panties with garters were definitely the right choice.
Callisto gulps and backs me into the water, watching with a reverent gaze as water cascades down my body. “You have no idea the things I imagined every time I heard you in the shower,” he admits. “I can’t even count the number of times I jerked off listening to you and your alphas make love.”
I light up. “Truly?”
He nods and joins me in the shower, water droplets spraying over his sculpted body.
“Better show me what you imagined then, alpha,” I say.
He groans. “Say it again.”
I know exactly what he wants to hear. “My alpha, Callisto.”
He ducks down and lifts me, pressing my back to the shower wall. “Red Jones,” he says, a growl tinging his voice, but without a hint of command. “May I have the honor of making you mine?”
Yeah, consent is fucking sexy. I nod, running my hands over his broad shoulders and down his arms until I reach the tattoo. “I think you’d better. Especially since my name’s already on your body.”
