“I think perhaps I want to see this nest you’ve all made me. Then I want to watch the three of you together before I work out whether I’ll join you. Which is something I want. Whether it happens or not remains to be seen, but that’s what I want.”
Hendrix praises in her ear, and I think he’s going to lift her up, but he snakes his arm around her middle and settles back in the chair, taking her with him.
“Sounds so good, doesn’t it, sweetheart. And we will do everything in our power to make whatever you want happen. But there is something that needs to happen first.”
“Really?” She gasps, twisting around on his lap. “What?”
“I remember us having a discussion back at Unity about you winding me up in a handful of seconds.”
She blazes red as a rush of arousal races across her skin.She remembers, and she wants whatever it is Hendrix is alluding to.
“We also need to sort out the time you returned my money, my credit card, and phone, leaving you in a very vulnerable state.”
“I was angry with you,” she confesses, head held high.
“Rightfully so. But next time you are angry with me, you don’t put yourself in danger like that. You spend my money to show me how frustrated I made you. You spend it frivolously, on anything you want, to prove to me how right you were. You do whatever necessary, but you do not ever put yourself in a situation where you don’t have money or a means of communication.”
She gulps audibly, whimpering and undulating on his lap.
“I promised you’d get every part of me. And this is me keeping my promise to you. Trust me, darling?”
“I’ve already told you I do.”
“I know, but I will always ask you. Especially when I’m about to rosy your ass since you were such a bad girl.”
Ryder directs my hand to his cock before he starts slowly running his hand up and down my length, completely turned on and half desperate at Hendrix getting dominant with our Omega.
She nearly bounces out of his lap in her eagerness and probably would if it weren’t for his arms binding around her still.
“If you’re a good girl, you get your nest and your Alphas as soon as I’m finished with you,” he growls before reaching forward and clamping his teeth at the same place I’ve seen him mark her before.
She squeaks at the love nip and leaks her scent like a perfume counter.
“Up you get.” Hendrix barks. It’s so fucking seductive, I nearly take a step towards him in response. It’s so fuckinghim too, the way he reclines back into the chair. I expect her to shoot up to her feet, and she does, but she rolls around first and then fakes a fumble so her hand ends up in his lap, wrapped around his length. Her mouth is moving like she’s saying something to him, and Hendrix doesn’t react at all. Except for the dilation of his eyes.
“She’s an angel, isn’t she?” Ryder asks as his hand comes to a stop.
I’m with him, though I can barely function watching her as she steps into her own. There’s no question in my mind of how far Simona is going to go in her recovery.
“You just earned yourself another one, sweetheart. I want a safe word from you, one that we use from now on. You use it in any fashion, and we stop whatever we are doing. No questions asked.”
She clears her throat before we all hear her sweet voice. “Mafia.” The clarity and speed at which she answers also rings with decisiveness so we all know she’s not simply appeasing him, she’s into the powerplay Hen is establishing with her.
I wish I could see her face, but she has her back to us. I get to see Hendrix’s thoughts and he has to slam his eyes shut and tip his head back, blowing out a slow steady breath to control himself.
Intentionally she steps out of his space, stands with her hands behind her back, her feet together and her head lowered. Beautiful submission. Given. Not taken. Diametrically opposed to forced submission. The difference is in her scent and her blossoming confidence.
Hen’s eyes open and he moves himself into position. Once he is where he wants, he clicks his fingers to draw her attention before he points to where she’s meant to go.
It’s like watching art, the way she moves. And the way he responds—both physically and in his Alpha presence. Simonaflows across his lap until her pert ass is under his hand. Her breathing is choppy, her scent so telling she’s very much into everything happening.
The smile on her face has me grabbing my phone so I can capture how radiant she is.
And then it drops from my hands when she turns, flutters her eyelashes at him, and softly speaks. “Sorry, sir.”
Her sass reaches inside my primal side. I’m about to push Ryder to the floor and driving deep inside after those two words. I nearly fucking do when Hendrix’s hand rises up and flashes down to slap across the peachy globe of her backside.
Ryder and I, hell, even Hendrix, freeze up, just in case she fooled herself into believing she was ready. Even before the echo of his smack fades, she’s crying softly for more.
