He wants to fall into them and never escape. Wants to claim her. Make her theirs,officially.“You make everything better.”
Her cheeks heat a delicious crimson, and his hindbrain takes hold as he falls into the crook of her neck inhaling her addictive scent. The spicy juniper and sweet blood orange causes his dick to harden to the point of pain in his pants.
The fact that they are a scent match justmakes sense.She is perfect in every single way.
“Alpha,” Nia moans, rubbing herself on him, her tongue lashing out to wet her lips addictively.
Pierce scoops her from his arms, and Luther has to do everything he can not to growl at his pack mate.
Instead, he follows Pierce into the bathroom as he gently lowers Nia and then himself to the ground. “May I undress you?” he asks, on his knees looking up at her.
“Please.”
Luther watches in a trance as Pierce slowly tugs down the borrowed pants she wears. She is bare underneath and even from here, Luther can see the slick between her thighs.
“You tell me stop if it’s too much,” Pierce advises, and then slowly, to give her a chance to pull away, he leans forward, his tongue lashing out. Up and down the tops of her thighs.
Xenia hums her contentment, her eyes shuttering, her hand tangling into his hair.
Luther wants to do more than watch. He moves until he is behind her. Places his hands on the bottom of her shirt, easing it up over her.
With her completely bare, it takes everything for Luther not to rut into her, to throw her into the nest and have his way with her. To push his knot into her tight cunt. But he restrains himself, instead choosing to explore her.
His hands graze gently up her sides, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
She falls back against his chest, her skin hot against his.
Before when they were in the clinic, he had only felt her scars, but now in the light, with her completely naked, he could see the extent of her suffering.
His anger clouds his vision for a single instant until Nia whines.
“Alpha?” she asks.
He realizes his scent must reflect his emotions. “It is not you. I am sorry. You are perfect, Xenia.” He continues his path up her sides, moving forward and cupping her breasts. They are full, heavy and nearly fill his large hands. His head burrows into her neck from behind and he begins sucking the sensitive skin there, licking and nipping as he goes. His fingers busy themselves with her nipples, kneading and pinching.
“Luther!” The mewl is an accelerant.
One that neither Pierce nor Luther intend to extinguish.
“It’s too late to bathe,” Wren says from behind them. “I can smell her perfuming from the kitchen.”
Luther is inclined to agree, he makes eye contact with Pierce on the ground between her thighs. They have an unspoken agreement.
“Luther. Please, I need your knot. It hurts. I need it.” Nia slurs her words as she arches back against him. Her bare ass rubbing over his pants.
“Yes, Omega.”
Wren is still behind them, staying on the outside. Luther isn’t sure how Wren will do. The man is a ball of control and restraint, but what happens when this omega pulls on a loose thread?
Luther releases Nia to Pierce, allowing the latter to gather her in his arms and march her to the nest.
Luther makes quick work ridding himself of his clothes, but he gathers them just in case she wants them for the nest.
Pierce has made her comfy in the middle of the cushions when he returns and Nia reaches for his clothes, just as he suspected she would. Handing them to her, he watches in amusement as she wedges his shirt under a pillow and his pants near the bottom.
“Sweetheart. Are you sure you are okay with all three of us being here? That you want us to help you through this?” He watches her face carefully. If there is even a single sign of regret or unease he will end this here.
But there’s not. She smiles a big grin with full teeth. “Luther. I want you. All of you. You are the kindest alphas I have ever known.”
