I nod, kissing her nose. “Such a brave girl, giving us your limits. What about bonding?” Her eyes fly to mine, so wide I’m worried they might fall out. “It’s your choice, my love. If you aren’t ready we completely understand. We can wait as long as you need. Right guys?”
Parker and Mack nod enthusiastically, the latter reaching into the backseat to caress our omega’s thigh. “You’re in charge, gorgeous.”
She looks around the car, gaze pausing on the back of Jude’s head. I have a feeling she’s trying to gauge his emotions, but huffs when he blocks her out. He’s probably as afraid as we are of pushing her into something she isn’t ready for. I watch the gears turn in her head until finally she sits up straight, determination turning her expression resolute. “I want all of you to bite me during my heat. I’m ready.”
My skin is on fire. Did I lay in a bed of fire ants?
Shortly after I told the guys I wanted to bond during my heat, I fell into a restless, hazy state. My eyes were closed and I could hear everything around me, but it almost sounded like I was underwater. Words and sounds were muffled in a way that would normally have had me panicking, but because I was with my pack I was able to just relax and let them take care of me.
It’s a foreign feeling I’m still getting used to.
Cold water battering against my heated skin shocks me, making me gasp. When my eyes pop open I find myself in a pretty, tiled shower that’s large enough to fit both me and Paxton, plus my other three missing alphas. Paxton’s face is remorseful as he holds me under the spray.
The cool water feels like tiny knives slicing against my overheated skin. “I’m sorry, Posey. Your temp spiked suddenly and we had to get it down as fast as we could. This was the first thing I could think to do.”
“It’s o-okay. S’just a l-little cold,” I stammer, shivering beneath the icy spray of the two shower heads currently aimed our direction.
Pax rubs his hands up and down my arms before reaching for the shampoo. “CanI wash your hair? The guys should be back by the time we get out and then Jude can braid it for you.”
My brows jump. “Jude knows how to braid hair?”
Paxton nods, a small smile on his lips. “Believe it or not, Jude is a hopeless romantic and before his diagnosis he wanted an omega more than any of us. He’s taken a dozen different omega care classes with the hope that we would find one sooner rather than later. And, well…” he waves his hand at me, making me smile.
I tilt my head back into the spray, and he doesn’t hesitate to get to work, massaging my scalp so thoroughly I can’t control the noises coming out of my mouth or how much perfume I’m letting out into the steamy air right now.
When he moves to stand at my back so he can condition my hair, I feel his straining erection brush my lower back. A whimper escapes before I can stop it. My hips push back into his, desperately seeking friction from my sweet alpha. “Posey,” he growls, lightly slapping the side of my ass. The growl combined with the spank have the opposite of his intended effect and only encourage me, slick sliding down my thighs and sending even more perfume into the air. It feels like we’re breathing in a syrupy fog of apples and honey.
“Does this pretty pussy need some attention, sweet girl?” He grabs my hips, sliding one hand around the front to glide across my slick clit.
“Yes alpha,” I pant, thrusting my ass back against his erection.
He hisses, landing a firm slap to my ass. “Walk to the bench and bend over then.”
A shiver that has nothing to do with the cold water sends goosebumps down my arms. A few wobbly steps has me standing in front of a bench made entirely of white marble with pink and gold veining throughout. This whole bathroom, or what I can see of it at least, is a girly girl’s dream. The walls are a pastel pink that’s several shades lighter than my hair, andthe shower and sink are made of the same pink, white, and gold marble that I almost want to ask for the name of at reception so I can get it in my own bathroom someday.
A peek back at Paxton allows me to see him in all of his naked glory for the first time, and he’sbeautiful.All smooth, pale skin, muscles that are leaner than his brother’s and slightly less defined. He doesn’t have any visible tattoos, unlike Jude and Mack, just two deep lines in his hips that point to a long, straight dick that juts out straight at me as if in invitation.
Turning around, I place my hands on the bench and shake my ass at Pax, delighting in the growl he lets out. “You’re toying with me, sweetheart. Do I need to spank you to remind you who’s in charge here?”
I nod wildly, hoping he does just that.
He chuckles darkly, sending a thrill through me that makes my thighs clench. I haven’t gotten to see this side of my sweet alpha nearly enough, and I’m prepared to beg for it if I have to.
Luckily for me, I don’t have to.
Paxton drops to his knees behind me, the tips of his fingers gliding up the backs of my thighs. “Such a needy girl,” he coos, placing kisses in the same path his fingers just took. “But you’ve been so good for your alphas. I think you deserve a reward, don’t you?”
“Please!” I whine.
He laughs again, but this time punctuates it with a swipe of his tongue from my clit to my entrance. A groan scrapes out of his throat, loud and raw. “You taste better than I ever could have imagined, sweetheart.”
I whimper but any words I could have used to respond float away when Pax dives in with vigor, feasting on my pussy like he’s been starved for years. My vision dips in and out each time his tongue touches my clit, the pleasure almost too much to bear in this position. My legs tremble when he slips twofingers inside me, pumping at exactly the right angle to make me see stars. “Pax!” I cry out. He moans into my pussy, circling his tongue around my clit as he adds a third finger, pumping steadily. “Come for me, sweetheart. Let me taste your release,” he coaxes.
Seconds later, I do. An orgasm crashes over me just as my knees give out, sending me crashing back into my alphas lap. “Woah there. Are you okay, Posey?”
Sweet Paxton is back, but I don’t want that yet. Spinning around, I impale myself on Paxton’s cock without a second thought, crying out when my sensitive clit brushes his swollen knot. “Guess that answers my question,” he gasps, hands once again landing on my hips. He uses his hold on me to guide my movements, bouncing me up and down on his swollen cock until we’re both breathless. “Wrap your arms around my neck,” he snaps.
I do, and he stands, never once loosening his grip on my body. I gasp when my back hits the cold tile wall, the sensation a delicious contrast to the warmth of my alpha’s body pressed to my front. “Knot,” I beg, scratching at his back. “I need your knot.”
