He lifts his face, and I meet him, mouths searching each other for a lifeline. We bump teeth and bite each other’s lips, snatching quick breaths before drowning together once more. I’d happily die like this, surrounded by his scent, sucking his tongue asdeep as I can. He ravages me right back, desperately empty after months at arm’s length. Not anymore.
Now we writhe into each other, coated in water and mist, and raw lust.
He shifts one hand under my ass, fingers dancing through my pouring slick. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he murmurs in my ear.
“For you, alpha,” I moan.
Callisto groans and presses me harder into the wall. His fingers slip inside me so easily thanks to the mess; I can’t even be sure if he meant to, but it feels amazing. My newest alpha pulls out, dragging slick forward until he finds my clit.
He rubs in teasing circles while I cling to his upper arms. I love the sensation of those muscles tensing to hold me in place as he pleasures me. My broken cries fill the bathroom, followed soon by Callisto’s soft pants.
“More, alpha,” I say, contorting for a kiss.
He sucks on my lips, unable to get enough of his long-lost omega. “All right, Red. Anything you want, I’ll be here for you.”
He means every word. My wayward alpha might have taken the long road, but he’s home now. Home for good.
Callisto’s hands shake as he lines his big cock up with my weeping pussy. This time he doesn’t wear a privacy sock to separate us. I gasp as he lowers me down onto his length and sinks deep.
“Fuck! I missed you,” he pants out, nuzzling my swollen mouth. “Even if I never had you before, I missed all of you.”
A laugh bubbles up through my throat. Damn, he’s so right. I missed his cock too, even though I’ve never seen it naked before. But in a way, Callisto’s always been inside me, from my very first memories. All three alphas kept me company. Kept me sane.
His voice now sounds nothing like that polished narrator’s hum; it shatters with roughened gasps and growls that send hotflushes cascading from my ears to my pussy. Turns out, Callisto can be a talker during sex.
“You’re mine now, Red,” he says, gazing up at me with shining eyes. “And I’m going to stamp myself all over you.”
“Yeah?” I whisper, petting his jaw. The water plasters his dyed hair on his head, and it strikes me he looks closer to feral like this, rather than his usual carefully gelled styling.
“Absolutely!” he purrs roughly. He dives his head down to suck on my neck.
I fill my hands with him, touching everywhere. Gosh, he’s gorgeous. Rickon’s right; Callisto could win the sexiest man of the year title if he tried. Even better that he’s mine, because what’s inside his heart is more gorgeous.
I grind myself down onto him as the heat inside comes to boiling point. “I need you,” I whisper back.
He shivers, gazing at me with adoration. “I need you more.”
Our words mingle with our scents as we desperately merge our bodies into one being, making up for all the lost time. To be wanted and treasured is the most beautiful feeling in the world. I drink it in, a fish in his pond as he thrusts up into me with abandon.
“Are you ready, my omega?” he growls out, massaging one hand over my straining nipples.
I whine with need. “Yes, alpha.” Tingles explode, running from my breasts to my core.
He leans one hand on the shower wall and thrusts hard, his heavy grunts punctuating each thrust. I claw his shoulders and whimper as my body convulses. Fire ignites in my core, sending fireworks bursting through my senses. Callisto rides me through the orgasm, his broken breaths caressing my ears. And then he shatters, tensing and falling silent for a long moment, forgetting even to breathe.
The edges of his knot tease my entrance, but he holds himself back. I lower one leg, but he catches me. “I’m not finished with you yet, Red Jones,” he huffs out, lifting me back up.
“Alpha,” I whimper breathlessly.
Callisto flips off the water, a wild look in his eyes. He grabs towels off the railing and clutches them to my back before carrying me into the bedroom.
Zack watches with interest as Callisto lays me down on the bed next to a dozing Rickon and pats my skin dry.
Callisto pauses, looking down at me after tucking a towel under my wet hair. “There’s something I’ve been wanting to do again ever since your first heat,” my lover says, voice rasping.
Do again? I can barely remember my first heat, except for the sawed-off door.
“Once wasn’t enough?” I ask playfully.
