“I can see how pretty your pussy is,” he growls, his composure slipping as his fingers spread my lips apart. “All pink and swollen, still puffy from taking my brothers’ cocks. You’re dripping for me. Your little cunt knows what it wants.”
His fingers explore every inch of me, rubbing oil into each fold and crevice with meticulous attention. He tugs on my outer lips, spreading them wide so he can see all of me. The exposure is both humiliating and thrilling.
His hand brushes over my clit, and I gasp. He circles my entrance with two fingers, not quite penetrating, just teasing my pussy hole. “I bet you’re still full of my brothers’ cum, aren’t you? Still carrying their seed deep inside this sweet omega pussy.”
“Yes,” I whimper, my hips lifting involuntarily, seeking more pressure.
Suddenly, he shifts his attention, his hand moving lower, fingers probing between my ass cheeks.
“Turn over,” he commands gently, helping me roll onto my stomach. He lifts my hips, positioning me so my ass is slightly raised, and I feel his hands spreading my cheeks apart. “You’re just as hairy here.”
I bury my face in my arms, utterly humiliated.
“I’m sorry,” I mumble into the table. “I didn’t expect... I mean, I wasn’t prepared for anyone to see me like this under bright lights.”
“It’s natural. But I think you’d be more comfortable if we took care of it.”
I peer back at him over my shoulder. “What do you mean?”
His expression is thoughtful as he continues to hold my ass cheeks apart, exposing my most private hole to his gaze.
“I’m going to wax you,” he decides. “Both your pussy and your ass. Make you nice and smooth for all of us.”
My eyes widen in shock. “Wax me? That’s going to hurt!”
Rowan’s smile is both reassuring and slightly predatory.
“I think you can handle it, don’t you think? And think how good you’ll feel afterward. How much easier it will be for us to lick and taste every inch of you.”
The idea sends embarrassment through me and fear of the pain, but also a strange excitement at the thought of being groomed for my alphas’ pleasure.
“I’ve never done that before,” I admit, my voice small.
“I’ll be gentle,” he promises, pressing a kiss to the small of my back. “And you’ll be so pretty when I’m done. Wait here.”
He steps away from the table, and I hear him rummaging through cabinets.
I remain in position, my ass still slightly raised, feeling so exposed to this huge alpha calmly looking for waxing materials to make me scream.
Even though it sounds scary, my pussy continues to throb with need, slick seeping from me at the thought of Rowan’s hands between my legs, removing every hair, making me smooth and bare for them to enjoy.
I barely know him. Yet I’m so excited.
What has my life come to?I feel so pathetic, but here I am, wet and literally ready for his juicy knot. And if he likes to wax his omegas before that happens, then I’m willing and ready for it.
I hear Rowan approaching again, and my heart rate immediately speeds up. I see him carrying a bowl of what must be warm wax, strips of paper, and a pair of latex gloves.
“I’m actually terrified,” I say to him as I watch him methodically set his supplies on a small table beside me.
“Just relax,” he says, his eyes meeting mine, full of both desire and reassurance. “I’m going to takeverygood care of you.”
I swallow hard and nod, unable to look away from his intense gaze. My pussy clenches on nothing, a fresh wave of slick coating my thighs as I wait for him to wax me thoroughly.
Twenty-Four
FRANCINE
Rowan repositionsme on the table, turning me onto my back, his strong hands guiding my legs apart until I’m completely spread open before him.
