Lifting her up off of the stool, I let the dress pool at her feet and stared down at her bare body. The room was full of candlelight from the wax-filled sconces along the walls and it cast a soft glow over her smooth skin, making it seem to shine under my gaze.
“Get into the pool with Gawain, little queen,” I murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to her temple.
For a moment Guinevere looked uncertain, her eyes watching me carefully.
“Enjoy yourself,” I purred, tugging at my own belt.
Gawain, who had divested himself of all of his clothing, held a hand out to her, his eyes darting to my face as if I would change my mind at any moment.
But I would not. A strange curiosity had begun to crop up in my mind from the moment we stepped into this room, and I would not be satisfied until I saw this through.
I watched the pair step into the hot water, Guinevere hissing through her teeth as she settled down onto her knees in the bath, her breasts still hovering just above the surface.
Gawain followed, already pulling her in for a kiss.
I stood for a moment, waiting for the familiar feeling of jealousy to come as one would expect when watching their wife be kissed by another man.
It never did.
Instead I watched with utter fascination as Gawain pulled my omega—our omega, I mentally amended—into his lap, his hands already sliding down the wet planes of her bare back.
Gawain had never been one to accept women into his bed, so I assumed his experience was limited, but now he handled Guinevere as if he had been doing it his entire life, pressing her tightly to his chest as he devoured her mouth.
They wasted no time with touching and Guinevere slid down Gawain’s length with a moan that went straight to my own aching cock which was straining against my trousers, practically pleading to be free.
I pulled the rest of my clothes off, letting them fall on top of Guinevere’s as I quickly grabbed one of the buckets of water that always sat by the door to pour over ourselves if it got too hot.
Then I sat on the edge of the pool, my legs adrift in the hot water as I watched them writhe together.
Gawain’s blue eyes met mine, an obvious question in them: did I want him to stop? To trade places?
But I shook my head. No, I was not ready to join in yet, and instead, gripped my cock in my fist and continued to observe.
Gawain, for his part, seemed to understand what I wanted and he turned his and Guinevere’s bodies in the water until the omega’s face was visible, her eyes heavily lidded with pleasure as Gawain continued to lift her hips up and down.
Our gazes locked and I was lost in the lust in her eyes as a smile formed on her lips. She liked that I was watching, I could feel her satisfaction rippling down the bond as she moaned.
And damned if I did not enjoy watching her too.
Gawain began to speed up and I watched his hips rise up to meet Guinevere’s, water sluicing down their bodies as they moved in front of me.
“No knotting yet, pup,” I reminded Gawain, using the nickname I often heard Bedivere call him. The alpha, though he was facing away from me now, just nodded with a low growl.
As I watched Guinevere’s arse rise up out of the water, a sudden new desire came over me.
Releasing my aching cock, I snagged a bottle of oil off of the side of the pool and stood, sloshing through the water until I stood over them.
“Guinevere, love,” I rumbled, sliding my hand down her wet, bare back. “Lift your arse.”
Guinevere’s head jerked around so she could look at me, understanding dawning in her gaze. There had been a few times during our lovemaking that my hand had snuck behind her to play with the puckered rosette of her arse, and each time she had loved it with a ferocity that surprised me.
Until now, I had never gone further than fingers, but if we were going to be accepting the rest of the pack into Guinevere’s nest, then I wanted to be the first to taste this.
Upending the jar of oil down her back, I used my hand to rub it in before gently digging my fingers into her tense muscles and making the omega moan for a different reason.
“You like that, little queen?” I asked as Gawain swallowed up her moan with his mouth.
She nodded, her lashes fluttering across her cheeks as Gawain continued to kiss along her jaw and into the cleft between her breasts.
