Copious slick filled my mouth, the taste tantalizing and addicting. I kept licking and sucking, holding her lips apart with two fingers for better access until she sagged, shuddering.
Then I rose and fitted my cock to her center, driving in, her slick making it easy even with my bear-sized dick. At first, she was quiet, but when I began to move, she thrashed under me, crying out my name. I’d wanted her since the moment we met, before that even in my dreams, but nothing before this moment prepared me for what I experienced buried balls deep in our omega’s body.
She was made for us.
When she tightened around me and yanked at my hair, orgasming for a second time, I’d have had to be a better bear than I was, to keep from joining her. My knot swelled, binding us together, and she tipped her head to the side. Piercing her throat, I marked her then lapped the wound closed and enfolded her in my arms. I’d never have said I had a less-than happy life, but at that moment, I recognized that I’d never before known true joy.
Tomorrow, the three of us would put ourselves at Isabella’s service and reorganize the kitchen to her liking. I never wanted her to have to climb anything to get a mug or a tea bag.
Chapter Seventeen
Isabella
I woke in Cash’s arms, feeling safe and snug and more like myself than I had in years. I never knew sex could be like that. In the past, I’d have been satisfied if it just didn’t hurt, but my body came alive and I felt worshiped and loved. I’d never connected any of that to intimacy before. I wanted to experience it again and again.
Deciding who to mate first was something I hadn’t looked forward to. Having no ability to decide the small things made figuring out the big ones daunting. I hadn’t wanted to hurt anyone’s feelings, and the human in me couldn’t see a path that would avoid that. But then suddenly I knew, and all because of a nickname. He had to be my first the second he stopped being Cashel in my brain and started being Cash.
My first instinct when I opened my eyes was to leave, go sleep in another room, and avoid the jealousy and wrath to come. I had to calm down, remember that this wasn’t Mark’s world anymore. They weren’t going to get jealous. It wasn’t like my former life where my ex would get mad at me because he thought my eyes lingered too long on somebody accidentally. My other mates all knew what we were doing last night, although I really hoped they didn’t know exactly exactly, but still, we had their blessing.
I rolled over, wanting to see Cash’s sleeping face, and was surprised his eyes were open, a sweet smile blooming on his face when my glance fell to his lips.
“I wasn’t sure if I should wake you,” he said. “I can smell breakfast cooking, and I personally like my eggs hot.” He winked.
“They’re making us breakfast.” I hadn’t expected that.
“Of course. We told you you’re not our servant. Did you think you were going to have to get up and make all our food today?”
That was exactly what I thought. I didn’t respond.
He kissed my forehead. “Let’s get cleaned up and get ourselves fed. We’re going to work on the kitchen today, get it organized in a way that makes sense for you. That way, when you are cooking, you won’t want to hurl the spatula across the room because it jammed in a drawer or eat soup from the pot because you couldn’t find the bowls.”
I giggled, strongly suspecting both of his examples had happened. I climbed out of bed, stretching and enjoying the feeling of a good night’s sleep. The scent of bacon slammed into me the second I opened the door. I could not wait to devour it.
When I found my way to the kitchen after the world’s quickest shower, York had a cup of coffee poured for me, and Lyon was putting forks at each of our spots at the table.
“Perfect timing. It’s just about ready.”
“It smells delicious.” I took the cup. It was just the way I liked it.
They paid attention. All three of them did, and for the better, not the worse. I wasn’t used to it yet, at least not being done in this way. Mark paid attention, too, but only so that he could find something to punish me for or find a reason why it was my fault he was stepping out. And maybe it was. Maybe I wasn’t who he wanted in his bed, but good freaking riddance. I didn’t want to be there anyway.
I pushed the thought of him out of my head. Today was a good day. I wasn’t going to ruin it by thinking of him.
They insisted they didn’t need any help and told me to take a seat. I drained my coffee, listening to the banter back and forth as they tried to navigate co-cooking, a skill difficult for everyone, especially those who weren’t so great in the kitchen.York seemed to have some decent cooking skills. Lyon, not so much.
When we all sat down, it was to plates of scrambled eggs, mounds of bacon, toast, and frozen French fries they had baked in the oven, saying they didn’t know how to make hash browns.
“I like French fries better anyway,” I said.
“Me too,” Cash added.
I dipped one into a blob of ketchup, coating it liberally before putting it in my mouth. I liked all potatoes, but there was something about frozen French fries. They were their own unique wonder, something I’d never been allowed to have at the mansion and missed.
“I told you she’d like the fries.” Lyon elbowed York.
“Fine, you were right. And your prize is dish duty.”
Lyon didn’t argue, instead grunting and grabbing another piece of toast.
