“Where is she?”
“Go see,” he suggests, grabbing a tissue out the drawer and dabbing at a nick. “Don’t say a fucking word about her cutting me.”
“I heard that, Valak!” she shouts. “You told me I didn’t get you!”
From the bathroom, Lincoln’s deep voice soothes. “Dove, come finish. We need to go.”
He has such a way with her. And their relationship has involved some intense discussions we’ve all been a part of. I certainly had issues with the way he is with her in the bedroom. He’s occasionally so controlling it leaves her in frustration and tears, though they both assure me Lennon desperately needs what only he can offer her. I don’t question their love for each other. I used to question the way they love, until I went to a professional in the field that Lincoln suggested, and understood better the very equitable power exchanges that occur.
Of course, I end up sitting on the toilet seat watching her shave Lincoln. She bites her bottom lip in concentration, and honestly, I wish she’d had dressed before she started shaving each of us, although it never helps—Lennon dressed, or naked, or partially covered is such a turn on.
I watch her focus, but she knows we’re all here watching. Her nipples harden and the unmistakable smell of her arousal fills our bathroom in our apartment in downtown Darlington, and our omega simply dazzles for us. Her skin is tanned, free of all bikini lines. The last couple of weeks we’ve spent on Scarfe Island, she’s barely put any clothes on, and we’ve barely stopped fucking out in the sun, or the pool, or in the kitchen, in the car, under the stars.
We’re not trying for babies, but we’re fucking like we’re trying to breed this omega.
Our omega is still of two minds as to whether she wants to bring children into this world. Especially given her genetics, the likelihood of us birthing omega children is very, very high. Her reluctance is understandable, her brutal honesty on the subject made me fall further for her.
Valak gives me a shove forward as soon as Lennon finishes shaving Lincoln, and while Lincoln notices, he also stays entirely focused on her, kissing her until a dribble of her slick runs down her toned legs. And then she’s chuckling as she pulls away. “You want me to go to court smelling like this?”
Lincoln looks like someone who won the fucking lottery. “Of course, I want you smelling like that.”
“You’re not worried?” She turns, looking at Valak.
“The only thing I’m worried about is if Lincoln goes Fox on your ass. Owning your pussy over the table is good for us, but I’m not sure if it adds anything to your case.”
“Not a bad idea, Valak, perhaps we’ll have Gabriel arrange us access after-hours.” He chuckles as her eyes go black, Lincoln fists her tit as she flinches at the pain. “Turn around, dove, and help Noah out.” He turns her, keeping his hands on her waist.
Gabe reaches out. “No tears, Len, your makeup looks stunning.”
Her eyes flare wide before she asks, “What do you mean?”
“Gabe! Let Noah do this,” Valak growls.
Gabe scoffs, shrugging indifferently. “Says you, after you went ape shit at him.”
His brother glares back, jabbing his finger towards him, “But it was a fair fight.”
“That’s why you two were fighting?” Lennon asks, one of her brows tipped up expectantly.
Lincoln squeezes his hands around her waist, and she turns to him. “It was fair. We were all involved. A knockout round as to who gets to do this, Noah was our winner.”
“Okay, shut the fuck up!” I growl, and everyone stops talking. Although we all get a little side-tracked when Lennon runs her hand up the inside of her thigh.
“Stop growling, and I won’t…”
“Lennon, we all got you something.”
She straightens up, getting suspicious. “Why?”
I take a step towards her, nearly walling her between both Lincoln and me, but I can never keep away from her. She smiles up at me when I speak quietly, filling her in on what we’re doing and why. “Because we love spoiling you. But also, since we’re not allowed up in the witness stand with you today, we still need to be up in the witness stand with you today. Does that make sense?”
“Dr. Teo, what has got you in a muddle today?’”
“You. You bring so much chaos and energy to my life I struggle not to be overwhelmed. But I wouldn’t trade you or this pack, or this life ever. Today is important because you finally get to be heard.” I take a step backwards, and all my practice of finesse and grand gestures disappear because as always, I get side-tracked by this amazing woman.
Letting the stunning thin silver chain dangle from my finger, she doesn’t move an inch. Her eyes don’t even swing down to our latest, sizable pack investment; a tear shaped pink diamond from the recently closed Argyle Diamond mine. It’s such a poignant symbol of who she is, where she’s been and where she’s going—nothing will break our precious omega.
My words blurt out. “When we disappeared last week, the four of us went and collected this. We’d talked about if you’d want a necklace like some of the other omegas wear with our pack name around your throat, but that’s not you. I hope we got this right, Lennon, because you are the rarest of the rare, we somehow found.”
