“Fuck,” I mutter, lost for more meaningful words.
“He’ll be the death of us,” Callisto sighs out after he turns to see what I’m staring at.
Zack, already barefoot, vaults over the spa’s rim and circles his arms around me from behind. “Zack ask and ask,” he says, voice burring with his excitement. “Ask lots.”
I tip my head back onto his shoulder and laugh. “Yes, Zack. You’ll see more action in the next forty-eight hours than you can stand.”
“Will see,” he mutters, nose diving into my neck. And knowing Zack and his appetites, he probably can keep up with an omega in heat.
I grin. I’ll be buried deep in their embraces before Wild Red arrives.
“Red,” Callisto says, taking my hand and looking up at me like I’m the light of his life. “Can I just say how honored I am to be here? To think I could be yours and help you through your . . .”
I sense his uncertainty, and it mirrors mine. Heat isn’t a word with any good memories attached. Here, surrounded by lush jungle foliage and bright flowers, it feels like something else, something natural, is on its way.
“My monsoon?” I whisper experimentally. “Let’s be honest; I’m about to flood this joint.” And I don’t mean splashing from the tub.
Callisto laughs, his lovely black eyes lighting up with merriment.
“Yes, your monsoon. After all this time, well, I just never thought I could be part of it.” His voice breaks, and the emotion in his eyes glistens as tears form.
I tug him up onto the step and draw him into my arms. His heart pounds beneath his skin where our chests press together, telling me it’s not just words.
“No barriers between us this time,” I murmur, stroking the back of his head.
He nods and squeezes me back, strong arms linking around Zack as well.
After a moment, he turns back and pulls Rickon into the cuddle, and my alphas draw me back into the steaming water in a tangle of limbs and a great splash.
Zack pauses in nuzzling my shoulder to examine Rickon’s sexy as fuck harness. “What’s this?” the big alpha rumbles, running his fingers down the shoulder straps.
I chuckle and glide through the water, worming in between them. “It’s so you can get a better hold on him while you fuck, Zack. Like this.” I wind my hands around the straps and use them to pull myself onto Rickon’s submerged lap. He’s alreadyhard as stone down there, and I spread my legs and settle over his gorgeous G-string to rub myself on him.
“Good,” Zack says, purring. “More grip in water.”
Rickon flushes bright red and covers his face with one hand, making me laugh. He gets surprisingly shy for an alpha who dresses and moves with such confidence.
“Don’t hide,” I tell him, tugging his hand away. “I want to see all of you.”
His green eyes flick up to me, full of adoration, and I wonder if he also remembers a conversation we had all those months ago when I first told him never to hide. Together we’ve flourished like all these beautiful flowers blooming around us.
I press my mouth to his, hungry for more than just kisses. I’m starving for him, for my three men, and for this union that will prove to the world nothing can hold Red Jones and her alphas down.
And more importantly, prove it to myself.
As I run my hands over his chest and play with the nipple stickers, Callisto slips in on my side and turns my head so he can claim my mouth. Zack joins us, pressing into my right side, the warm water lapping over us as I writhe over my first alpha. A piece of paradise for sure.
Rickon skims his hands down my hips and around my ass cheeks, fingers digging in as he reaches my upper thighs. He reaches between us, rubbing playfully.
“Fuck, Red,” he says breathily, twining in under my lace. Suddenly a growl erupts from him, and he stands, tipping me onto the seat. Next I know, I’m bent over the tub’s lip, my ass up on the waterline as Rickon investigates the panties.
“I can’t decide if I want this on or off,” he rasps out, fingers diving under the gusset to reach my pussy.
“Both,” Zack says, nudging Rickon’s hands out of the way to take hold.
I gasp and hang onto the edge as he rips the gusset through, leaving the lace ringing my waist, connected only to the garters.
Rickon shivers. “Yeah, good choice. Fuck, Red, I’m so hot for you. You’ll be a good omega and let me right in, won’t you?” He smacks my ass lightly. “Present for your alpha, Biscuit?”
