“It’s okay, Alley Cat,” Eli says as he inches up behind Lia. “I’ve got you. We’ll take this nice and slow.”
Walker captures her hair and turns her head, angling her lips for a bruising kiss. My hand slides up and down her back as Eli’s hands dip beneath the water. I’m not sure what he’s doing.I can’t see his hands and their movements beneath the jetted water.
But when Lia starts moaning again, I smile.
“There it is,” I say as I lean in and kiss her bare shoulder. “My favorite sound.”
“Jesus Christ. Eli. Good fuck,” she groans.
“Slow and steady wins the race,” he says with a cocky smile.
I haven’t seen Eli like this before yet.
Lia picks her head up and wraps her hands around the edge of the hot tub. She bows her back, her hair falling like a curtain around her as she bucks back against him.
Walker’s murmuring things in her ear that I don’t catch, his hand still tangled in her hair. Her tits flop in and out of the water, catching my attention, and I long to wrap my lips around her puckered pink nipples.
“That’s it,” Eli says as his arms move quicker beneath the water. “Let it wash over you, Alley Cat.”
“Eli, oh my god!” she cries out.
I need to know what this man’s doing, that’s for sure.
“Come for him,” Walker commands as he tugs her hair, crashing another kiss to her lips. “Let him feel you.”
“Eli!” she whines.
“Oh, yeah,” he growls. “That’s the good stuff.”
Lia’s body unravels. She shakes and shivers, collapsing against the edge of the hot tub.
I slide my arm beneath her, banding against her stomach just so she doesn’t slip underneath the water. The jet is barreling against my arm, so Eli didn’t have her up against it or anything.
I need to ask him later what caused her eyes to go wide like that.
I want to make her look like that.
“Such a good Omega for us,” I whisper as I kiss her temple.
“Yeah?” she whines.
“Oh, yeah,” I murmur as I kiss her cheek. “The best.”
And then, she purrs.
That makes me pause. It makes all of us pause.
For a moment, time is suspended. Walker slams his hand down against the button for the jets, turning them off in a millisecond. The water settles. The bubbles stop boiling around us. Yet the sound is unmistakable.
Lia is purring.
And Omegas never purr unless they feel a very distinct combination of safety and contentment.
We did it.
We finally made her feel safe with us.
“Okay,” Walker says, his voice quieter than normal. “Out before she slides under. Her muscles need time to recuperate.”
