MILES
Iwatch Caelia sleep for way longer than I should after catching a couple of hours of sleep. I’m officially not on a schedule until next week. How much sleep I get doesn’t fucking matter.
What does is the bite mark on her shoulder and how gorgeous she looks snuggled with our pack. It’s something that I didn’t think I’d enjoy as much as I am.
Huh. That’s fucking weird to say for someone who doesn’t like people, despite babysitting professional hockey players for a living. I’ve thought about how this will work, and it’s the natural order of things that I’d join what Santo and Levon have already started establishing.
That doesn’t mean I haven’t been doom scrolling in my mind about the other side of things before tonight. Santo and Levon could have decided that we wouldn’t share and instead plan out sharing time instead of beds. Maybe some nights she’s with me and others with them. However, I should have known better.
Santo and Levon want our girl to be happy. It doesn’t matter what it takes, we want a happy and healthy omega. She’s been through too much to not be given the world.
And Caelia said she loves me.I can’t stop thinking about how sweet those words are to me. I want to protect her from everything, but the best I can do for the moment is watch the rise and fall of her chest as she sleeps.
“I can feel you staring. It’s creepy,” Levon mumbles, yawning as he stretches beside Santo.
His hair is a mess, and it doesn’t escape my notice that he’s beginning to grind his pelvis against Santo’s body. I didn’t come yet, which means I’ll be spending some time in the shower. I may as well get up now since I won’t be able to if I wait until later.
“Too bad,” I say, getting up.
“Where are you going?” he asks.
“To shower,” I reply.
“You mean you’re going to fuck your fist,” Levon chuckles knowingly.
“Shut the fuck up,” I grumble. I can’t get my cock to calm down, and my knot is beginning to throb. It’s better this way. Waking my omega up because my dick is hard isn’t something I’m willing to do.
Leaving them behind, I close the door to the bathroom, flicking the light on after so it won’t wake anyone up. My grip is tight on my knot as I stifle a groan and continue to the shower to turn it on. Who would have thought that being a gentleman would hurt so fucking much.
The crown of my cock is red and angry, precum already beading at the tip. I can’t spend the rest of the day like this, so masturbating it is.
Climbing into the shower, I pull the curtain with a wince as it screeches slightly. I pump some conditioner on my hand andmake sure my cock is coated with it as I hold myself up against the wall.
All I can think about is how beautiful Caelia looked when she came screaming as I bit her. I can feel how calm she is through the bond, which is why I continue to stroke my cock. I’ll figure out my shit so I can be what she needs.
No pressure, right?
My hand rolls over my crown, my breath hissing out as I tug on it.
“Goddamit,” I curse, hunched over as my hips begin to thrust forward. All I can smell are cherries, and I inhale deeply as my eyes threaten to cross.
“Miles?” Caelia asks, stilling my hand.
I can barely talk, but I try for her. “I’m just showering,” I grunt. “I’ll be out in a bit, yeah?”
The second I see the curtain draw back, I know I’m fucked, and not in a good way. Dropping my hand from my dick, I watch as her eyes stay glued to it. In fact, I think my cock actually is preening for her attention, and then it bobs up and down.
“Oh,” she whispers. “Levon said you may need help with something, but I didn’t expect this.”
“Caelia,” I growl.
“You were playing with your cock in the shower when —”
“I didn’t want to wake you up,” I grumble, grabbing her ass and waist to pull her into the shower with me.
“And now?” she teases me, wide eyed.
“We do whatever you want, even if it’s just you watching me come,” I say helplessly, my cheeks getting red.
