So true.
We managed to make it back to the house, and I walked us straight to the bathroom and turned on the taps. I gently tested my knot and found it had gone down enough to pull out of her. A gush of cum and slick rushed down her thighs, but she wouldn’t let go of me.
“Come on, baby. Let’s get you in the tub.”
Olive made a little sound of protest and clung to me harder. Hereyes were turning glassy again after her moments of lucidity on the beach. My hand supported her ass as I leaned over to shut the water off.
“I’ll be right here next to you.” I ran my hand up and down her back slowly. We were such a mess—covered in cum and dirt and sand—and I knew her muscles had to be sore. I still couldn’t believe my naughty girl had run away, but I couldn’t wait to chase her again.
Olive clung to me tighter and shook her head in protest.
“I need you to be a good girl for me. Let go so I can put you in the bath.” I tried to make myself sound stern, but who was I kidding? Olive had me completely wrapped around her finger.
She started sucking on my bond mark, and my cock hardened. I honestly didn’t know it could still do that after days of marathon sex.
I sighed. I wasn’t going to win this argument. I tightened my hold on her and carefully got in the bathtub that was way too fucking small for both of us. I managed to sit my ass down with my legs awkwardly bent in front of me while Olive’s wrapped around my waist. It was nowhere near comfortable, but when she sighed happily and relaxed against me, it made it all worth it.
“Okay, baby, we’ll make this work. And once your heat is over, we’re getting you a bigger tub.”
“Thanks, alpha,” she whispered.
I ran the washcloth over as much of her skin as I could get to.
“How’re you feeling? Are you sore? Hungry?”
She didn’t respond and I ran my hands down her body, trying my best to massage her muscles.
“I’m happy.”
A lump formed in my throat and a purr roared through my chest. My omega washappy. I had done that, and it was the best fucking feeling in the entire world.
Her fingers trailed down my chest. “I love feeling you.” She cut off with a little sniff, but I knew from the bond it wasn’t sadness she was feeling. “Easton, you’re…you’reeverything. I love you so much.”
My throat was tight, my chest filled with stunned gratitude that this was my life. “My sunshine, my bonded.”
We sat there in silence as a whirlwind of emotions playedthrough the bond. Finally, the water grew cold and my legs cramped from how they were contorted in the tub.
I pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. “We should get out.”
A burst of longing and excitement reached me and I smiled, tucking Olive’s hair behind her ear. “You want your other alphas, baby?”
She nodded.
“Let’s go get them.”
60
OLIVE
Easton carefully driedme off and I glimpsed myself in the mirror. My pupils were huge, my cheeks flushed, and my skin littered with little bruises, which I loved. I furrowed my brow as I touched my hair, which was in two French braids I had no memory of getting. They were slightly worse for the wear, but were still doing their job. My heart ached as I realized Lars must have done them for me. I couldn’t remember much of the past few days, but my alphas were present in each fragmented memory, taking care of me.
I leaned back into Easton as he wrapped his arms around me from behind. He pressed hot kisses down my neck and shoulder, but my eyes were fixed on the matching bond marks on our necks. My omega was bursting with pride. Everyone would be able to see my mark on him.
He kept kissing me, and my eyes fluttered closed. My core clenched, wanting to be filled, but the need wasn’t as intense as before. My heat wasn’t quite over—the world was still covered in a delicious haze of warmth—but I could tell it was coming to a close. And before it did, I had two more alphas to claim.
Finn and Lars were still fast asleep in the nest when we entered.
Easton snorted. “Amateurs.”
