Genesis
When Genesis emerged from the bath, wrapped in a thick fluffy towel and feeling incredibly relaxed, she found Orlando waiting for her. She shivered, excitement curling in her belly as he approached. He was so handsome and distinguished and moved with such elegant grace that it was practically erotic.
“May I?” he asked, gesturing to the bottle of almond oil he held.
Genesis nodded, and he circled behind her, his bergamot, cinnamon, and cardamom scent wrapping around her like a warm blanket. He began to rub the oil into her shoulders, strong hands expertly kneading her muscles. Genesis stifled a moan.
“So, if this is fake courting, I could get used to it,” she sighed, as Orlando rubbed oil down her arm. “But it sounds like Luke isn’t so sure.”
Orlando’s hands faltered briefly, then he moved to her other arm. “You heard that, did you?”
Genesis shrugged. “I can’t blame him. It’s not like you signed up for anything serious. Like I said, I chose your pack because it seemed like you never intended to mate again.”
Orlando’s warm breath against her neck made her shiver as he reached around to loosen her towel. It fell to the floor with a quietflump.
“A fair assessment,” he replied, hands moving lower on her back. “I don’t believe it’s something any of us expected to consider again, least of all Luke.”
Genesis waited, enjoying the sensation of Orlando’s hands massaging her hips and lower back. Sometimes it was better not to ask questions, to let people tell you in their own way.
“Luke Wyatt was supposed to take Evelyn to dinner on the evening she was killed,” Orlando said finally, as he knelt to rub oil into Genesis’s legs. “A meeting ran over, and he wasn’t there to pick her up on time. She was mugged while she waited in the parking garage. He blames himself.”
“I’m so sorry,” Genesis said quietly. “Poor Luke. There was no way he could’ve known that would happen. It wasn’t his fault.”
“I know,” Orlando said, rising and moving in front of her. His beautiful hazel eyes were sad as he poured more oil into his palms, then ran his hands over her chest and collarbone. “And deep down, Luke knows too. But he keeps that knowledge buried so he can keep punishing himself. You’ve unearthed some truths he doesn’t want to face.”
“Honestly, same.” Genesis gave Orlando a wry smile, thinking of all her inner angst the last few weeks. “I thought I was over my daddy issues, and here I am putting on a farce to appease my fathers, instead of telling them to mind their own damn business, seeing as they have no right to dictate what I do with the life they didn’t want to be a part of.”
Orlando’s hands moved up to cradle her face, his eyes soft. “I hate to speak ill of your family, but your fathers are fools. I just met you and I already can’t imagine living without you.”
Genesis’s heart stuttered, but she hid the emotion behind a smirk. “Did I mention I could maybe get used to this fake courting thing?”
Orlando threw back his head and laughed—a joyful sound that made Genesis feel warm all over. Then he kissed her slowly and sweetly, stealing her breath, and making her head spin. When he pulled away to stare intently into her eyes, her core clenched and she had to press her thighs together against a rush of slick.
She could get used to this.
She should not get used to this.
“Behave,” Orlando warned, as his hands dropped lower. “This is about relaxation.”
Genesis gasped as his oiled hands kneaded her breasts, finding all the tender spots in the muscles beneath. She moaned, nipples peaking with desire even as her muscles melted under his expert touch.
She pouted when he moved lower, rubbing her stomach, waist, and hips. She heard his quiet chuckle as he knelt to oil her thighs. At the sight of him, kneeling at her feet in his bespoke suit, Genesis couldn’t help but whine, her core clenching again, sending slick running down her thighs.
“For fuck’s sake, Genesis,” Orlando growled, eyes darkening. “There are limits even to my self-control.”
She shivered, incredibly aroused by his unraveling restraint. She’d done that. She’d made Orlando Rossi lose his legendary cool.
Holding her gaze, Orlando leaned into her mound and inhaled deeply. She gasped at the flick of his tongue against her clit. Her hips jerked, searching for more, but he pulled back to give her another smoldering look.
“Your scent is already changing, and not just because you’re beginning to smell like pack. You’re approaching your heat faster than we expected,” Orlando murmured, rubbing circles over her hips and ass as he spoke. “I shouldn’t fuck you again tonight. We don’t want you sore before your heat begins.”
Genesis shivered again. She was going to have her first real heat, and she was going to spend it with three alphas who played her body like a guitar and treated her like something precious. It was terrifying and exciting as all hell.
“You’ll never be able to relax tonight if I don’t take care of you,” Orlando mused, eyes burning with desire. “Come here, sweetheart.”
He moved to a nearby armchair and pulled Genesis into his lap. He held her firmly against his muscular body, her back pressed to his front, his arms wrapped around her waist. She could feel the hard press of his thick cock against her ass. She whimpered, her pussy clutching at the memory of that massive cock inside of her, his knot locking her to him so intimately. It had been an experience like nothing she’d ever imagined.
“Shh, I’m going to make you cum, Tesoro,” Orlando purred against her neck. “We’re going to give your sweet pussy a rest though.”
