She’s still got a little of Hen’s blood on her lips, making her look more dark than light. And it’s the complete opposite of her scent which is somehow getting even sweeter as her heat progresses.
Hen’s arms around her tighten, as he also goes to reassure her everything is okay. Dominic does similar, but instead of touching her, he clouds her in his scent.
It’s not a hard jump to know she’s struggling under asurge of guilt because I am not part of the pack bond. But I will be.
“Touch me, Sin. Or you bite me, whatever you want. I was waiting for Hen’s fat knot to go down, before I”—I stand up, tapping my dick on her chin—“pick you up and take you to that corner, so you can ride me fast or slow. However you want. As long as you lock me with your pussy and bite me hard enough to scar.”
Blinking her eyes, I see a little more of her return as she fights through her swaying emotions.
“I’m going to write lyrics across your skin with my come, Sin. Songs about how I can’t think straight,” I say softly, pressing the tip of my cock through her bloody lips. “Because you’ve got every part of me spinning in all directions. I think of undiscovered galaxies when I look into your eyes before I think really fucking naughty shit about your mouth.”
A tear rolls down her cheek, and I catch it with my dick before smearing it on her lips. Coaxing that wicked tongue of hers to come out to play.
“I remember our first time like it was yesterday, and it was incredible, listening to your breathing hitch. But being with you, there’s nearly no words to describe what you do to me.”
Her skin keeps flushing as her heat gets stronger. I know she’s not in any discomfort because Hen keeps fucking her nice and slow, and Dominic is busy leaving his marks on her body. I want mine to be like my come, coating her everywhere.
“Open that mouth, Sin. Ruin me, own me, never fucking leave me.”
Simona’s eyes shimmer and sparkle in a vibrant tapestry of rich blue and green. I like them bright like this. When they’re pale, it’s a sure sign she’s being haunted again.
“Gonna make it my purpose in life to keep you safe and happy, Sin. Are you going to let me spoil you?”
“And me,” Dominic says. His lips are wrapped around her nipple, but it doesn’t stop us from understanding his words.
Hendrix doesn’t talk, but he includes himself in our pledge by circling those magical hips of his. I know from experience how good it feels when he’s in that deep, and the hidden meaning of each small possessive thrust. Speaking of...
“Hen, let her go. It’s time for Sin to see how good you and Dominic fuck.”
Dirty chuckles come from both her other Alphas when she sighs in happiness.
I walk backwards, realising if I stay in front of her, Hen’s knot is never going to deflate. Thankfully, Dominic gets the same idea and after whispering into her ear, he moves away.
I spread out in one corner of her nest, her eyes staying on me. Honestly, even if her nest was pitch black, I’d be able to feel her attention. It makes me question how strong it’s going to get, this crazy connection we’ve always shared, once we’ve actually bonded.
Dominic appears next to her, a small bottle of sweetened water ready for her to sip. Once she’s let go of the straw from between her lips, he starts chastising Hendrix’s knot as he walks off, making her giggle.
He reappears with a wet, pale golden washcloth and starts to wipe her face. And it’s a beautiful sight. He’s such an amazing Alpha, a provider and a deep well of love, but not many people in the world see him like this which makes this more poignant and special.
Simona gets a soft kiss on her forehead and Dominic gathers a couple of drinks for us along with a tube of lube.
Her eyes latch on to it. Her pretty eyes shut, as a shudder rocks her.
Not in disgust. At all. If anything, seeing the lube is a reminder of what I suggested. Twisting around, she goes to say something but stops before she starts. Even from here I can see how unnecessary words are between these two. The adoration she has when she looks at Hen is obnoxiously loud. But he returns it tenfold as he trails his thumb lovingly over her bites.
They unlock.
Free from his knot, she turns properly and all but wraps herself around him, arms and legs holding him tight. She alternates between kissing him and staring into his eyes.
“She loves deep and true, Rye. Our Omega is an ocean.”
“I knew she would be ours, Dom, because she loves how you and Hen do.”
I stop talking. I think I stop breathing as she climbs off his lap and turns my way. Small steps bring deep peace to my soul, and a heavy beat to my heart.
Letting her drive everything, because she’ll always hold the power between us, I wait to see what she does. She walks without stopping until she’s standing above me.
“Rye,” she whispers, and her voice is hoarse but easy to hear. Before I can answer she squats down to sit on my lap. “I didn’t know who you were. How silly is that?”
