I scatter another handful of rose petals across the water, their velvety softness brushing against my calloused palms. The contrast reminds me of Francine. She’s so soft and delicate against our rough alpha bodies.
Steam rises from the water, clouding the bathroom mirror. I catch a glimpse of my reflection. I’m shirtless in just my black boxers, my hair loose around my shoulders. There’s a different look in my eyes now, something less haunted, more hopeful since she arrived at our empty home.
The bath is ready.
I turn off the faucet and head back to the nesting room to fetch her, my bare feet silent against the hardwood floors. The house is quiet except for the occasional creak of old timbers settling. Elias is in his study, catching up on work while the rest of the pack is asleep.
I pause outside the nesting room door, listening. I hear soft moans, the satiated sounds of an omega whose immediate needs have been met. I slowly push the door open, giving them time to adjust to my presence.
Drake is lying on his back, his expression one of blissed-out exhaustion. Francine is curled against his side, her red hair spilling across his chest like wildfire. Kieran kneels between her legs, his finger buried in her ass as he sleeps behind her. All threeare naked, their skin flushed and gleaming with sweat in the dim light.
As I watch, Drake’s softening cock slips free from Francine’s body with a wet sound. She sighs, a small noise of both satisfaction and loss. Drake’s cum immediately begins to leak from her, a thick white rivulet trickling from her swollen pussy down to her asshole.
My cock hardens instantly, straining against my boxers at the sight.
Her pussy is puffy and pink, clearly well-used after taking Drake’s knot. Her outer pussy lips glisten with a mixture of her slick and Drake’s seed. As more of his cum leaks out, it pools briefly at her entrance before continuing its slow journey downward.
The contrast of the creamy white against her flushed pink flesh is mesmerizing. Her pussy hole gapes slightly, still adjusting to the sudden emptiness after being stretched so brutally. It pulses slightly, as if seeking to be filled again.
Each clench of her pussy pushes more cum out, adding to the obscene beauty of the sight.
I stand transfixed, my breath caught in my throat.
My usually quiet nature makes me hesitate at the threshold, reluctant to break the peace. But then Francine’s eyes flutter open, and her gaze finds mine. A soft smile curves her lips, and she extends one hand toward me in clear invitation.
That simple gesture breaks my paralysis. I move toward the nest, my feet carrying me forward almost of their own volition.
“I’ve prepared a bath for you,” I say, my voice rough from disuse, and her smile widens.
“Thank you,” she whispers, her voice hoarse. “That sounds wonderful.”
I reach the edge of the nest and take her offered hand in mine. Her fingers are small and delicate compared to mine, butthere’s strength in her grip. I help her sit up, careful not to disturb Kieran, but he carefully withdraws his finger from her ass.
“I’ll have fun with your clean ass after the bath,” he says, eyes closing again to go back to sleep. “Get her nice and relaxed, Rowan.”
Drake watches through heavy-lidded eyes, looking utterly spent. “Take good care of our girl, Rowan,” he murmurs. “She’s fucking incredible.”
Francine’s breathing quickens at his words, her chest rising and falling rapidly. I can smell the fresh wave of arousal that courses through her at the promise in Kieran’s voice. Even after taking two knots, her heat keeps her insatiable.
I scoop her into my arms, one arm supporting her back, the other under her knees. She weighs almost nothing, this small omega who has turned our pack feral for her.
As I lift her from the nest, more of Drake’s seed trickles down her inner thigh. She carries our combined scents now, and it suits her.
“You’re leaking,” I tell her softly as I carry her toward the door. “Full of cum.”
Her face reddens beautifully, but she doesn’t look away.
“I know,” she whispers. “I’m so looking forward to the bath you prepared. And to spend more time with you.”
The intimacy of those words makes my cock throb painfully against the confines of my boxers. I carry her down the hallway toward the main bathroom, cradling her against my chest as if she might break. She nestles her head against my shoulder, her warm breath tickling my neck.
The bathroom is exactly as I left it. It’s steamy and scented, candles flickering, rose petals floating on the water’s surface. Francine gasps when she sees it, her eyes widening.
“Oh, Rowan,” she breathes. “It’s beautiful.”
Pride swells in my chest at her approval. I lower her carefully into the water, supporting her until she’s fully settled. She sighs as the warmth envelops her, immediately sinking deeper until the water reaches her shoulders.
I hesitate for just a moment before hooking my thumbs into the waistband of my boxers and pushing them down.
