But then, a whimper leaves me, and he hooks his hands behind my knees, pulling me into his lap. My hands move from his face to grip his hair, and a low moan leaves him when I gently tug. “I love you so fucking much, Jo.” He pulls back and looks at me, searching my face. “When I thought you were gone, I was ready to go with you.” His words make me feel like someone is stabbing a knife straight through my heart.
The thought of my sweet boy being so distraught…I shake my head, tears stinging my eyes. “No.” My words are harsh. “Don’t you ever do that again, okay?” He could have gotten himself killed, thinking I was dead. I’mnotokay with that.
“Never. Because you’ll never die. I’m not gonna let you out of my sighteveragain.”
“We’ll all die eventually, Darlin’.” I’m not trying to be a Debbie Downer, but…never?
“Nope. Not happening. No more talk about dying.” He shifts slightly, making his hard cock brush against my core. My argument dies on my lips at the contact, the sensation making another whimperclimb up my throat. I’ve neverwhimperedso much in my damn life. He shushes me gently though, placing a reverent kiss to my lips. “Now…I’m gonna take care of you, Baby,” he murmurs softly. “You don’t have to do it all. Not anymore.” His hand reaches down between us and passes through my soaking wet folds. I gasp into his mouth, tightening my grip on his hair as he rubs tight circles around my clit.
The release is quick and violent, and then I’m shaking, holding onto him for dear life as I ride out the waves, all my stress and tension from the last week leaving my body.
I collapse against his chest, breathing hard, but right when I’m about to grab his dick and slide onto him, something cold hits my back.
“What are you doin’?” I ask in confusion, pushing off his chest and looking at him.
“I’m washing you.” He moves his hands up and down my back, rubbing the body wash across my skin.
I hate how small my voice is. “I thought…”
“Jo, you have no idea how much I want to fuck and bite you again. But…you’re still regaining your strength. You just spent three days strapped to a bed with only an IV for sustenance, and I don’t evenknowwhat it was like in the Cathedral. We have time. Nothing but time, if this whole lying low thing is going to go how I think.”
I try to argue, but then his hands keep moving over my sensitive flesh, making all logical arguments flee my mind. I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to be pampered just a little bit longer.
twenty
Jo
“Next time,Iwill be the one to give the omega a bath,” Kole pouts, wrapping me in a fluffy towel and picking me up. They must have turned on the heating because I’m not cold at all as he carries me into the bedroom and sets me on the bed.
A bed that I now realize is pack-sized.
Kole dries me off, and a moment later Hayden is behind him, only a towel wrapped around his waist.
“Where are Sam and West?” I frown, taking the big shirt that Kole hands me andputting it on.
“In the living room, setting up beds on the couches.” Kole crosses his arms, disapproval clear on his face. “I tried to warn them that you would not have it, but the old men are stubborn.”
Oh, nuh uh. I push to my feet, waving Kole off when he immediately tries to catch me. My head spins for a moment, but I manage to make it to the door just fine. I cross my arms, watching as the last two members of my pack tuck bedsheets into the couches. West is ingray fucking sweatpantsand nothing else, and Sam has on basketball shorts and no shirt.
I can’t let myself be distracted by their delicious bodies though. It’s taking all my strength as it is to stand here and look like the bad-ass they all know me as.
“I thought you guys were in.” My voice is cold, and it’s enough to startle the guys, who exchange a glance with wide eyes.
It’s West who speaks, gently, like he’s coaxing a wild animal. “Wearein, Siren, but—”
“Pack rule: every night we sleep in the same bed.” I lift my chin, daring him to contradict me. They don’t get to kiss me, tell me they want to be in my pack, break me out of a damn asylum, and then sleep on the fucking couch. What’s the point of being a damn omega if I don’t get to order my pack around a little?
“Come on guys,” Hayden comes up behind me, resting his chin on my shoulder, “it’ll be like a slumber party.” My pyro seems a little more settled now that we’ve had our moment in the tub, but I don’t think that either of us will be completely back to normal until our bond is back where it belongs.
West gives Sam a look, which tells me that sleeping on the couches was the alpha’s idea.
“You’re recovering,” Sam says quickly, crossing his arms in a stance that mirrors my own. “You don’t need four guys pawing atyou—”
“So what you’re sayin’ is you have no self control?” I challenge, tilting my head. “’Cause Hayden managed to keep it inhispants when he had me wet, naked and professin’ my love against him not ten minutes ago. Are you tellin’ me you have less self-control than a pyromaniac?” I arch a brow and tap my foot. “Really, Sammy-boy. I’m disappointed. I thought you were better than that.”
Sam huffs in disbelief. He turns to Hayden, looking incredulous. “You don’t take offense to that?”.
“Nah, man. I’m pretty self-aware.” I feel Hayden shrug as he wraps his arms around my waist, and I can’t help but lean back into him. “I also know better than to piss off the stabby omega mere hours after extracting her from a hellscape.”
