“Just a lower back massage,” he says as he leans against the tub. Lia moans again, and the sound shoots straight to the tip of my cock. “Hoping it helps with the cramps.”
I glance at the wall clock in my bathroom. Nine hours. That’s how long I’ve got before Amber comes home. I’ve got nine hours to figure out what the hell is happening to my Lia before I have to explain why there’s the sickly-sweet scent of an Omega draped across the house.
Will the smell be too overwhelming for Amber? I know my daughter’s own senses have been heightened lately.
“Eli,” Knox says, his voice a bit firm.
It pulls me out of my head. “Sorry, what was that?”
He gives me a look. “You okay?”
I swallow hard and nod. “Yeah, yeah. Just calculating. What do you need?”
He pulls his hands out of the water. “A break.”
“No, come back,” Lia whines. “Please?”
I’m off the edge of the tub and exchanging places with Knox in a heartbeat. If Lia wants a lower back massage to help with the cramps, then I’ll massage her until my fingers lock up.
My hands slip into the lukewarm bubbles that are already cooling down. She backs her skin against my touch, sighing with relief as my thumbs knead into the small of her back.
“Ooooh, yeah,” she groans. “Right there.”
My cock presses a bit too hard against the zipper of my jeans. “Yes. Be vocal. Tell me what you need.”
“Higher,” she whispers.
I move my fingers until she tells me to stop, and then I continue my kneading. I feel the cramps as they roll through her, the muscles beneath my fingertips rippling like waves thrashing in a storm-laden sea. This is the part of Omega nature I never envied, and yet always admired.
The pain they endure is astounding, and not once do they complain until they’re in full-blown heat.
I long to take the pain away. To be buried inside of her, to fill her up and lock us together with my knot. She needs to be filled, I can smell it in her scent.
Keep it together, Eli. Now’s not the time.
Just as I settle into a rhythm with the massage, my front door slams open. There’s another bang as it closes, and then Walker’s determined footsteps echo across the floor of my house.
“Where are you?” he exclaims.
“In my bathroom!” I call out.
“Walker,” Lia whimpers.
He appears in the doorway in seconds. “I’m here, beautiful. Can you sit up for me? I’ve got something for you to take.”
“I gotcha,” Knox says as he helps Lia lean up in the tub.
My mouth goes dry at the way her heavy breasts drip with soap. Her nipples, puckered and swollen, must ache for a tongue to race across them, and I’d gladly give her a willing mouth.
I have to turn my back. I don’t know if I can control myself, seeing her luscious body that way. I haven’t entertained an Omega’s heat since Gloria was alive.
I shove my hand into my pants and rearrange myself. I don’t want to scare Lia.
“There we go, get that swallowed down,” Walker says, his voice much softer than it was before. “There’s a good girl. Let’s get a few sips in you.”
“Ugh. Gross,” Lia murmurs.
“I know, it’s not the best,” Knox says, “but if Dr. Quinn says it’ll help, then it’ll help.”
