He takes a bottle from the shelf and squirts lotion onto his hands. The lotion warms in his palms before he places his hands on my collarbone, working with gentle pressure. His skilled fingers move in small circles, each touch sending sparks of pleasure through my oversensitive skin. When his hands move to my breasts, my pussy begins to throb even more now.
“Mhm.”
“Your breasts fit perfectly in my hands,” he murmurs, cupping each mound and squeezing gently. The lotion makes his palms slide effortlessly over my skin, each movement slick and sensual. “Made for alpha hands to hold and squeeze.”
His thumbs find my nipples, circling the stiff peaks before pinching lightly. The sudden sharp sensation makes me cry out, my back arching off the table.
“You like that,” he observes, voice deepening. “You like it when I play with these pretty nipples.”
“Yes,” I whisper, unable to deny it as he rolls the sensitive buds between his fingers, increasing the pressure until I’m squirming beneath his touch.
Suddenly, he bends down, his mouth replacing his fingers on my left nipple. The wet heat of his tongue sends electricity shooting straight to my core. I tangle my fingers in his long, dark hair, holding him against me as he sucks hard, then uses his teeth in a gentle scrape that makes me whimper.
“Good omega,” he growls against my breast. “You serve your alpha well.” He moves to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment as the first, while his hand continues to knead and pinch the first.
“Rowan,” I gasp, my pussy dripping with slick despite having nothing inside me. The emptiness is becoming unbearableagain, my heat rising once more after the temporary relief from the bath.
“I can smell you getting wetter,” he whispers, lifting his head to look into my eyes. “Your sweet omega pussy knows what it needs, doesn’t it? Knows it needs to be filled with alpha seed.”
“It does,” I beg as I press my thighs together from my growing need. He’s making me way too horny, and I can’t take it anymore.
As he straightens up, his hands slide down to my stomach, working the lotion into my skin with firm circles.
His chiseled chest and strong arms flex with each movement, revealing years of physical training. The hard ridge of his cock stands proudly between his legs, thick and long with a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip.
It’s hard to believe how quickly my life has changed.
Just days ago, I was alone in my room, fingering myself to pathetic orgasms while imagining what it might be like to be with an alpha. Now I have four gorgeous, powerful alphas who seem determined to pleasure me in all kinds of ways I never dreamt of.
“What are you thinking about?” Rowan asks, his perceptive gaze catching the shift in my expression. “You’re getting wetter.”
“Just... how different everything is now,” I admit, my voice small. “A week ago, I was alone, touching myself in my apartment. And now...”
“And now you belong to a pack,” he finishes, his eyes intense as they bore into mine. “You’re where you’re supposed to be, Francine. With us.”
The certainty in his voice makes my heart swell. It feels right, being here with them, even though it’s happening so fast.
Rowan’s hands move lower, applying fresh lotion to my hips and waist. Each stroke of his palms feels like he’s claiming territory, marking me with his touch. When he reaches mythighs, I instinctively tense, suddenly aware of how ungroomed I am down there.
“Relax,” he murmurs, adding more oil to his palms before working it into my right thigh. His strong hands knead the muscle, working in deep circles that make me melt into the table. “Your legs are so sexy, so smooth and shiny with the oil.”
He lifts my right leg slightly, positioning it to the side as he works, effectively spreading my legs wider. The position leaves my pussy exposed to the bright bathroom lights, and I feel heat rush to my face that has nothing to do with my omega heat.
“I haven’t…had time…” I stammer, unable to find the words to explain my embarrassment about my unshaven state.
Rowan’s eyes drift between my thighs, taking in the unruly patch of curly red hair that covers my mound. Rather than looking disgusted as I feared, his eyes darken with desire.
“Beautiful,” he whispers, his hand drifting higher on my inner thigh until his fingers brush against the edge of my pubic hair. “Like fire.”
I bite my lip as his oiled fingers thread through the curls, tugging gently. Each small pull sends tingling sensations directly to my clit, making me squirm on the table.
“Rowan, you don’t need to do that,” I whisper, feeling embarrassed the longer he plays with my pubic hair.
“Your pubic hair is the same shade as the hair on your head,” he observes, almost to himself. “Such a vibrant red. It’s fucking adorable.”
His fingers delve deeper, parting the hair to expose my swollen folds beneath. I can feel how wet I am, my slick mixing with the oil from his hands as he begins to explore my open pussy on the massage table.
“Oh god,” I moan, enjoying the feel of his fingers all over my pussy.
