Tally is ours.
Chapter Forty-Two
TALLY
The shower we share is too small, but my care factor is literally zero. Honestly, I need to get away from Rafferty and Tynan. They’re dangerous to my independence.
“I’m going,” I insist as I sink to my knees.
The two of them laugh because I’ve said it a few times over the last couple of hours, but this time, I mean it.
Rafferty’s heat is starting to climb. It makes him more demanding. The way he’s getting reminds me more of an Alpha.
“Bossy Omega,” I scold, but he stops me talking, making me lick him instead.
And while he might be getting pushier, his sweetness still shines bright, and he reaches over to his brother, drawing him close, so he gets the same attention.
Rafferty’s hips pump in a slow, sensual rhythm as his hand drops into my hair so he can push further inside my mouth. “Jesus, you give good head. Suck harder, pretty wife.”
All of him is bathed in his unique herbal, earthy, spicy sage scent. It makes my head so floaty whenever I breathe him in or lick him. He’s highly addictive. I’m starting to understand viscerally why some Alphas are psychotically obsessed with their Omegas.
As he drags himself out of my mouth, he does it slowly before thrusting forward again until I’m gagging around him.
He whimpers at the sensation, and as he pulls back again, the flavor he leaves over my tongue speaks to how much he enjoys it. But Rafferty is a sharer, and he wraps his hand around both his and his brother's dick. My mouth is open as wide as I can make it before they look down at me, and the three of us burst out laughing.
I have to sit back and catch my breath when my giggles grow, but being with the twins makes me feel happy and carefree. Closing my eyes, I take a few deep breaths, determined to fit both their gorgeous cocks in my mouth.
It’s slow going as we try to make it work. It’s not especially comfortable and probably not something I’d do all the time, but for the short amount of time I get to taste them together, and lick them as one, it’s worth the discomfort.
Shifting my focus, I take turns going down on them until Tynan’s orgasm fills my mouth and Rafferty blows on my face at the same time.
A rumbling growl like thunder from a sudden summer storm fills the bathroom, and the three of us turn slowly to the noise. Both Ronin and Keegan are watching with an interest that floods the bathroom with their scents, which is my cue it’s time to go.
Standing up and putting my back to the two rumbling Alphas, I use my butt to push Rafferty in their direction as I turn the water cold to douse the inferno happening inside my soul. Tynan stays close, as if he can take some of the frigidity, but I whisper only for him to hear.
“Time’s up, Ty. I promise I’ll be here when Raff’s heat is done.”
He flicks the shower off and bundles me in a towel, rushing us past the growly Alphas who have nothing but wicked intentions in their eyes.
“You do not leave without saying goodbye, wife,” Ronin barks, and my feet falter, but Tynan keeps me moving.
His throwback over his shoulder brooks no room for argument. “She’ll be back in a few minutes, Ronin.”
I have to close my eyes and breathe through the moment. I knew I was playing with fire, and when it was happening, I had no care in the world. Which should have been a red flag, but apparently, my Omega has commandeered more control than I realized. I stand by my earlier realization at how dangerous Tynan and Rafferty are for me.
With me cuddled under his arm, Tynan detours us into the kitchen and all but throws the cookies into the still-warm oven. As soon as the glass door slams closed, he has me off again. We stop next to my pile of clothes, which is where he leaves me.
I swipe angrily at the stupid tears threatening at the distance I feel already forming. The very distance I insisted upon. Doing what needs doing always comes at a cost, and today it feels steeper than usual. Swallowing a barrel of conflict and emotions, I dress with glacial precision and pull my hair back off my face in a harsh, tight ponytail to match the sudden dip of my joy.
Because of the way the world works, before I can take a step out to say my goodbyes and, according to Ronin, kiss my husbands goodbye, a text pings on my phone. Walsh just fired me.
With an added stomp to my step, I make my way to a certain glaring, toe-tapping Alpha, who doesn’t like it one bit I’m skipping out on his Omega’s heat.
“Hello, husband. You and I both know it’s been a day. A good day,” I say as I slide under the space Ronin makes for me, his arm scooping around my shoulders as he pulls me closer.
One touch, and all the stress that was building like a tsunami disperses as though it was never threatening to wipe me out at all.
“You okay?” he asks, unusually quietly, and I crane my neck to look at him.
