“Mmmm, she likes being told what a good girl she is,” I comment, leaning forward to take her earlobe between my teeth. “Don’t you, Jo? You may have to be tough and take-no-shit everywhere else, but here? With us? You’re our perfect omega, aren’t you?”
She nods, moaning around West’s cock. His hips rock in short, controlled movements, and Jo’s cries grow louder, as muffled as they are, when I crook my fingers upward, stroking her g-spot.
Jo shatters on my hand, her pussy convulsing around my fingers, right as West groans his release. “Good fucking girl,” he pants as Jo swallows his load straight down her throat. She pops off him with a gasp, and then he’s leaning forward, taking her face in his hands and kissing her hard. “You did so good for me,” he murmurs against her lips before kissing her again.
When I remove my fingers from Jo, West has laid down next to her, but his eyes are zoned in on the soaked digits. “I haven’t gotten to taste her yet,” he frowns, running a finger down Jo’s cheek. She looks up at him with wide eyes.
I grin, reaching my fingers over her and watching her reaction as West grabs my hand and takes my fingers into his mouth. They’re more slick-soaked than cum-covered at this point, but when your omega is involved, it turns out we don’t care what other bodily fluids are involved as long as she’s in the mix.
“Fuck,” West groans as he releases my fingers with a pop. “Damn, Siren, I can’t wait to get down there and taste for myself.”
Jo’s pupils are blown as she looks back and forth between us. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
There’s no time to react before Hayden and Kole come back into the room, both wearing shit-eating grins. “Breakfast is ready,lovebirds.” Hayden winks at us, and I find that maybe I don’t mind the pyro’s antics that much after all.
twenty-seven
Jo
Kole’s eyes burn into me as I walk across the room and plop into his lap. “To what do I owe the pleasure,Lisichka?” I turn sideways so my feet land next to West. The couch faces the back of the house, which has a sliding glass door that gives the perfect view of the ocean—bulletproof, of course. The afternoon sun reflects off the water, nearly blinding me. I can’t seem to stop myself from staring, though.
Sighing, I snuggle my head under his chin as he wraps his arms around me. “I just feel like I haven’t spent any time with you since we broke out of the asylum and went on the run.”
Afterfinally crossing that line with Sam and West this morning, we ate breakfast and all showered—separately, unfortunately.
Maeve dropped off the suppressants around thirty minutes ago, with a tearful hug and a wink, then left stating that she has business to attend to in the next town over.
“That’s probably one of the most bizarre sentences I’ve ever heard,” West interjects, grabbing my foot and pressing his thumb into the arch.
“Shit, that’s good,” I mutter, putting my other foot in his lap as well. “This could only be more perfect if we were down at the beach.”
Kole presses a kiss to my temple. “I understand. You needed to reconnect withBratishkaafter your bond was buried, and you had not made that step with Sam and West yet. I am content to wait for you,lyubov' moya.”
“What does that mean, anyway?” Hayden asks from his spot on the floor, where he’s laying on his back and feeding Turnip a piece of toast. It’s really cute to see their little relationship. He pitches his voice low and tries to imitate Kole’s accent. “Bratishka.”
“Bratishkais an affectionate term for a younger brother, or a close friend,” Sam answers before Kole can, coming through the front door after checking the perimeter for the second time in the last hour. After getting out of bed this morning and seeing our surroundings in the light of day, he’s become much more uptight about security. He doesn’t like how exposed we are on the cliff. “Right, Kole?”
“I do not think I realized you knew Russian,” Kole observes, and shivers as I run a finger over the indent of his abs through his shirt.
“Special forces,” Sam shrugs. “I was stationed in Moscow for two years when I was in my early twenties.”
“So like, fifty years ago?” Hayden smirks, and before I know what’s happening, Sam has my Fire Demon in a headlock, both of them on their backs on the floor.
“I’m gettin’ real tired of your attitude, Pyro,” Sam grunts, mirth in his eyes as he rubs his fist against Hayden’s hair in an honest to godsnoogie.
“Dude, I’m getting a major boner right now.” Hayden laughs, making Sam drop him like he just admitted to having the plague.
“Seriously?” Sam lets out a surprised laugh at the tent in Hayden’s shorts.
“What? I like a little breath play. So sue me.” Hayden shoots me a wink. “Though I do prefer to be drowning in Jo’s slick if I’m going to be asphyxiated.”
I grin at my psycho. “That can be arranged, Darlin’.”
Kole’s shoulders shake with a laugh. “I do quite enjoy the way you andBratishkaare together,Lisichka. While you are glorious when you allow yourself to be handled, you are even more-so when you handle your alpha like a naughty puppy.”
Hayden smirks. “Woof.”
I lick my lips, looking up at my Russian giant. His blue eyes twinkle with affection as he tilts my chin up and presses a kiss to my lips. Sighing into him, I let my eyes flutter closed. Now that I’ve had a taste of pack life with the men who make my heart race, I know I’ll never be able to go back.
