“Do you need me to restrain your hands, or can you keep them out of the way?”
She took a moment to think and then moved so her hands were at the small of her back. I nodded to Lars, who grabbed the leather cuffs I’d picked up in the store and passed them to me. I wrapped them around her wrists, making sure they were firm but not too tight, and connected them together by the short chain.
A gush of slick rushed out of her, soaking my pants. I wanted her to drench all my clothes so everyone would know who I belonged to.
I ran my fingers through her pussy, gathering her sweet slick on my fingers, and wiping them on her ass cheeks. “What a naughty girl, being aroused by your punishment. This puffy pink pussy is so fucking desperate to be touched.”
She arched against my lap, grinding against my hard-on. And then my hand came down on her ass in a loud smack. A startled gasp slipped through her lips, making me grin. I rubbed the reddened spot and then spanked her again, creating a rapid rhythm as I warmed her skin.
Lars groaned as our omega’s thick, heady scent filled the air, the whole room filling with the most delicious pumpkin spice. His hand grasped her legs, pulling them onto his lap while Easton stroked her hair.
She attempted to buck off my lap as my hand came down with a smack hard enough to draw a cry from her, but the three of us kept her pinned. I followed it with another and another, savoring her whines.
We were all breathing hard when I paused, rubbing in the heat on her bright red ass. “How are you doing, sweet girl?”
She wriggled on top of me and nodded.
“Words,” I commanded.
“I’m good, alpha.”
“Yes, yes, you are. You’re doing so well for me. Taking your punishment like such a fucking good girl.”
I kept rubbing her cheeks, lulling her until she was fully relaxed against me. And then I came down in a hard flurry, giving her a dozen more smacks, harder than any she’d taken. By the end, she broke out in a sob.
I stopped, unchaining the wrist cuffs, and arranged her so I could hold her in my arms. Easton grabbed one of the new blankets and wrapped her in it. All of us pressed tight around her, murmuring praise.
She pressed her face to my neck, breathing in deeply. A sense of calm washed over me as I brushed a tear from her cheek. I loved this part—aftercare—holding her when she was all soft and snuggly.
“You okay, pretty girl?” I asked.
Olive kept her eyes closed and nodded.
Lars ran his fingers through her hair. “Sometimes our omega goes a little nonverbal, doesn’t she? And that’s okay, because we’re here to take care of her.”
Easton reached over to grab a bottle of water and held it up to her lips. She drank a few sips and then pulled back, shaking her head. She leaned into my neck, sucking on a patch of skin, as she whimpered and squirmed.
My chest rumbled with a growl, and I wrapped my hand in her hair, tugging hard. “Does our girl need to come?”
She nodded—at least, she moved her head as much as she could with how I was gripping her.
I grinned. “You’ve earned it. Will you invite us into your nest, omega?”
She nodded, scrambled off my lap, and scampered off to her nest. She didn’t look back to see if we were following her because, of course, we were. My eyes were fixed on her red, plump ass as it jiggled with every step. My mouth watered, and I wanted to bite both cheeks.
She paused in front of her door and took a deep breath, sometension coming back in her shoulders. “It’s not totally done, so don’t judge it too harshly.”
“Hey,” Easton said, wrapping his arms around Olive and placing his chin on the top of her head. “You don’t have to worry about that. In case you haven’t noticed, we’re a little obsessed with you.”
Olive snorted and leaned back into him, but she still seemed tense as she opened the door. I needed to talk to the guys about how to convince her that we were serious about her and weren’t going to leave. She deserved a grand gesture, something that would remove any doubts.
I did a double-take as I stepped into her bedroom, which was completely transformed. The massive mattress we’d purchased took up most of the floor, and it was now covered with plush layers of bedding and a perimeter of pillows. In between the layers of cream blankets, I caught sight of some familiar articles of clothing.
“I was wondering where that sweater went,” Easton said.
Olive crossed her arms, pushing up her soft tits. “You left it behind. It’s not like I stole it.”
The three of us had to hide our smiles because our omega was such a little thief. We’d taken to leaving our sweaters and sweatshirts around the lighthouse while we worked because, inevitably, they wouldn’t be there when we went to retrieve them.
