Changing the position of my feet so I can squat down. I flick the vibrating knot and cock toy, pushing it into my body. It’s nice, but I need to come. The toy slips inside, the relief is instant, but I’m used to my Alphas—they’re thicker and longer than what I’m using. I sit up, and my ass hitting the floor lets me find a way to take the toy deeper. Then I’m riding it with wild abandon. Mimicking the same desperate way the three of them are fucking each other.
Rye’s cock is trailing precome on his and Dominic’s stomach, and I don’t need to make any promises with myself that one day I willhave my mouth or my pussy there to take it. I see it happening plain as day.
I’m the first one to climax. My orgasm tearing through me. I ride it hard and long, coming again when Dominic roars like a bear into Ryder’s mouth, his hips moving somehow faster. Rye and Hendrix follow almost straight after.
“Oh,” is all I manage before I fall backwards and stare up at the fairy lights in my nest, completely obliterated by them.
I listen as they kiss and groan, bodies still moving, as they continue to chase their shared pleasure and the beautiful intimacy that follows when people who love each other have sex.
While I continue floating in my bliss, someone gently takes the vibrator from my hand and turns it off. Someone else nabs my foot and sucks on one of my toes. I offer a feeble wave to let them know I’m alive, although my stupid grin and my endless stream of my happy scent makes it pretty obvious too.
I’m literally on cloud nine. Without exaggeration, it’s them that took me right back there. I’m blown away by how privileged I am, being invited to watch the three of them making love. But my love drunk state is also because they didn’t rush in and have issues with me using a sex toy. They didn’t let their ego get in the way. My Alphas stayed in the moment, and that in itself is a measure of the beautiful faith they have in me.
Dominic appears above me. His face flushed, his lips puffy. The scent of the others on him like expensive cologne.
“Hmmm… look what I found here,” he rumbles as he leans down to press his face to mine. Scent sharing and purring against my ear. “Hello, Omega, are you ready for a bubble bath with your packed Alphas?”
I sigh in sheer happiness at the suggestion. Dom lays down and pulls me to him for a snuggle. We stay like that until Hendrix comes back in to tell us the bath is ready.
Chapter
Forty-One
SIMONA
“This feels so surreal,” I murmur quietly. There’s no need to talk loudly, the four of us have barely given each other an inch of space.
The newness of our bond is one thing, but the bigger part of our endless touching is we can. At least in their home.
After our bubble bath, in the most amazing and oversized tub I have ever seen, I got bundled up in a combination of their clothes. Pretty much every Omega’s dream.
Ryder’s socks and his sweatpants are way too big but after he rolled down the waist and folded the legs up, it worked. Similarly, Dominic’s shirt and Hendrix’s hoodie could have been worn as dresses. I probably look like a tramp and would be worried but the way the three of them keep growling and nipping my skin with love bites has me thinking I’m a goddess.
“Last room,” Hendrix says, walking backwards and pulling me out of the arms of the others.
Interestingly there’s a wicked giggle from Ryder andDominic though, it gives me pause. I don’t let go of Hen’s hand, but I do twist around to face them. Dominic’s eyes are shut, and Ryder’s got a cheeky smile, whispering something at Dom only he can hear. Whatever he’s saying mustn’t be great, Dom grimaces, and behind me Hendrix laughs so loud it makes me jump.
His hands are on my hips, one tug and I’m back tucked under his arm and he’s filling me in on what I’ve missed. “Dominic needed a place where he could do conference calls or important meetings, and the interior designer ran with a couple of Dom’s off the cuff remarks. The result is…”
“An abomination.” Dominic groans, his voice completely devoid of any joy.
The other two start laughing louder.
I reach out for his hand, feeling bad for him if I’m honest, but before we can touch, Hendrix holds my arm down, not letting me comfort Dominic. “It’s his own fault. He could have told the designer he messed it up probably ten times or so during the install. Instead, he was feeling sorry for him. And we haven’t changed it because it’s a reminder to him to pay better attention. Isn’t that right, babe?”
“Watch your mouth, Innamorato,” Dom hisses. And I’d be getting worried except for the smallest tip of a smirk on his lips. He runs a hand down his newly trimmed beard, closing his eyes like he’s talking himself either into or out of something. “I felt sorry for our designer, okay. He was so proud of the finished room, I couldn’t very well say it gives me hives even thinking of setting foot in here.”
I go to say something but both Hen and Ryder start laughing. It’s obvious it’s a long-standing joke between them.
Dominic ignores them, his attention on me, “Anyway, now I have the perfect excuse.” He grins triumphantly at Hendrix.
“You are not hiding behind our Omega.” Hendrix steersme towards the room. “Get on the phone to the designer and admit to him you don’t like it.”
“He featured it on his design page,” Dominic argues, making the others chuckle.
Ryder rubs Dominic’s shoulders condescendingly and is obviously patronising when he speaks. “And you should have been honest from the start, and we wouldn’t be about to show our Omega the mess you made.”
Hendrix is on a mission which is to show me the room. He opens the door and gives me a gentle push inside it. The three of them stay in the hallway, and I’m left alone in the room. And straight away, I understand the joke firsthand because the room is horrid. Like really, really bad.
