“What are you doing?” She fumbles nervously, and I can feel the tension rising when she doesn’t get the scene before her.
Lincoln catches on quick as a whip, and he answers for us. “Gabriel and I are going to teach you about trust.”
“How?”
“Trust is a two-way street, Pet. You must trust the person or people in front of you, but you must trust yourself just as much. And now your crazy Gabriel is going to shave your pussy bare only using my guidance.”
“You’re…”
“Len, shh, baby. Watch and finally fucking understand. I want to snatch you up and knot you senseless, but even I see the way you’re still having trouble sinking to your knees for Lincoln when you already agreed to what he wanted. But you just fucking defied him. We can’t have that happening anymore. Yeah?”
Without waiting for her, I reach out to where I know the straight bladed shaver sits. I’ve got one at home so I know how sharp it is. But I’ve also got no worries about shaving my Len’s snatch with it.
Her breathing shakes, and I so want to reach out and touch her, instead I focus on Lincoln’s simple instructions. Easing her into it, we do her legs first. There should be some hesitation in what I do, but seriously, it’s like my hand knows all her dips and curves, and I finish both in a few long, quiet minutes.
“Are you properly watching the way Gabriel and I work together? I barely have to say anything, yet he trusts everything I tell him without pause. Now, you guide him to shave your pussy.”
“I can’t,” she stammers.
Both Lincoln and I hiss back at her immediately. While she finds her courage, I hold my hand out for Lincoln to fill with the oil again. Seriously, I’d like him to pour it in my mouth so I can lick it over her. But this is an exercise in trust, not pleasure. Shit, we’ve got her pleasure sorted.
I wait for her, and it takes a few moments of Lincoln’s barely audible, stern words in her ear. He leads the first part, showing her how to do it and I get the oil on all the right parts.
“I trust you, Len.”
It’s like something in her goes whoosh. I swear I hear her breathing rush out, but not really in fear. And then she speaks in that voice of hers, getting all exact and shit about what I need to do. She squeaks as the blade touches over her tenderest spot, but I hold my hand still and wait for her to calm down. And she gets her courage. Len directs me with a precision, like I’m doing fucking keyhole surgery, and with each stroke of the razor her confidence picks up. Even before I’ve finished, I can hear the change in her voice. So can Lincoln, and he might have that stern shit down pact, but he’s also so good at praise that he has her smelling like a florist shop in spring again in no time.
When he asks her to kneel, I hear her sigh in sweet surrender.
Pulling the tie off my eyes, I climb to my feet and flick the shower back on. She needs a moment to centre herself. So do I.
I’d love to pick her up and bend her over, knot her till she cries, but she needs what Lincoln’s doing, not what I want to do.
I watch her sitting on the bathroom floor, with her knees folded under her as Lincoln combs her tangled hair. Her skin flushes as her heat takes hold again, but it’s the serenity on her face that has me coming in my hand
23
LENNON
Lincoln’s hand on the back of my neck tightens as he guides me from the bathroom and into our makeshift nest. And walking in here is like walking into my own personal scent shop.
The air swirls around the small space, it’s saturated by them; Lincoln’s gin and juniper botanicals are clarifying. Gabe’s honey scent is so rich I can taste sweetened sunshine in the air. Of course he enriches his brother’s bergamot–Valak’s perfume is intensely thick. The floral, herbal, and resinous undertones are an evocative caress against my soul, even though he stands statue still against the opposite wall. And Noah, I can still taste him on my lips — his peppery scent is like the one that ties us all together bringing ‘extra’ to all the scents in here. I get lost in the moment, my own jasmine rising up bringing another layer - never in my life have I smelt anything so fucking heavenly.
There’s no denying we’re all about to drop into a glorious heat cycle - the air is ripe with the unmistakable scent of it.
I go to step away but Lincoln’s grip on the back of my neck tightens, the gentlest reminder of my submission. “Pet,” he breathes my name, and my skin erupts into a thousand goosebumps as a tingle of heat rushes over me.
I can feel myself swaying, maybe he can too, because he stays behind me ready to catch me if I fall. His presence responds like a cresting to the heat waves that start to roll through me more often.
Each brush of his fingers on my skin echoes inside my pussy. He purrs in my ear, “On your knees for your alphas.”
It’s like this man has always been a part of me, and the trust he has in me is as fucking mindblowing as he is. Without any warning he opens his personal floodgates, and a tidal wave of his alpha and domineering side crashes against me. His fingers squeeze my hip, encouragement, and praise in the smallest touch.
Lincoln guides me to my knees; he squats protectively behind me.
It’s so quiet, except for a small whine of relief that falls from my lips. But it’s like my head and heart have finally caught up, we’re doing this. I squeeze my eyes shut, getting completely lost in Lincoln’s alpha pheromones, and when the others join him, I feel so dizzy in my joy, I have to keep them closed until my head stops spinning.
We’re moving quickly through the first stages of my heat, everything is starting to feel more heightened. Honestly though, we were never going to be able to take it slow. It’s like a part of me needs them, and I know it’s not a one-sided desperation. I can feel them all, urging me on by the way they look, smell, and feel - it’s a landslide now and the only place we’re falling is into each other.
