“Oh, Alpha,” I groan out.
I close my eyes and envision them maneuvering my body. Walker buried inside of me. Eli tilting my head back so that I may kiss those lush lips of his again. Knox suckling on my tits, his finger working my clit while Walker bucks up into me.
I want a big, fat knot. I want to feel full again. Whole again. Loved again.
I move the stream of water faster, using my fingers to part my folds just so I can feel more.
“Please, please, please, please, please,” I beg.
You beg so good for us, Walker’s voice echoes.
“Fuck,” I whimper.
It’s almost like I can hear Knox chuckling.Look at that trail of slick, just waiting to be gulped down.
“Dirty boy,” I say breathlessly.
Eli’s voice takes over next.Such a good girl for us.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I pant.
It’s like they’re there without having to be there, like they’ve crawled under my skin and imprinted themselves upon my soul. I’m lost in the dream of them having their way with me.
Slick dribbles from my entrance, coating the tile floor and swirling down the drain. My body quivers. Goosebumps race across my skin. My jaw drops and my body pulls taut as electrical currents zip through my veins. I feel that coil beneath my belly button tightening, the stream of water trembling in my grasp as my hand begins to falter.
“Just a little more. Come on,” I whisper as my sweat intermingles with the water sluicing down my skin. “Right there! Yes!”
I cry out as my head falls back against the tile. My muscles contract and release as slick drips from my swollen entrance. My heels press into the tiled flooring. The world tilts. Silver stars burst behind my eyelids as my muscles quake with ecstasy. I allow myself to succumb to the darkness and pleasure searing its way through the marrow of my bones.
Before the showerhead falls from my grasp.
It takes me some time to gather myself, but after I wash up, I step out of the shower. My hair is freshly conditioned, my body freshly scrubbed. The steam has taken over the mirror completely, but I can still see the flush of my skin in the impeded reflection.
My body feels loose, no longer the tightly wound coil I was back at the vineyard. Like the tension has finally drained out of me.
Like my ARS is finally giving me a break.
Thank god.
“Tea,” I whisper to myself.
Tea, and then bakery deliveries.
I wrap a towel around my body before wrapping my hair in a different one, and I make my way out into the kitchen. I pull outmy electric kettle and fill it with water so that I can make myself one of those teas Dr. Quinn wants me to drink. I feel my preheat ebbing back into the recesses of my body, and I heave a sigh of relief.
I hate the long build-up of my preheat.
I try not to think about my Alpha Rejection Syndrome and how much it’s changed my life. I try not to think about my former pack, all of us getting swept up in our hormones and marking one another when we had no business being together like that.
We were all young. Impulsive. I was ready for the start of my life after landing my first big freelance baking contract with one of the artisan bakeries in Stone Creek City. They were ready for a good time.
The kettle goes off, ripping me from my memories.
After brewing the tea, I set about dressing myself. I pick a fresh outfit from my closet and slip into a pair of comfortable flats. I grab my keys and my phone, shoving them both into my purse. I double-check the kitchen one last time, just to make sure I don’t need anything else before I grab my cell phone charger.
But something possesses me to make a group text chat between the four of us.
Lia:I’m heading out to make my deliveries before I come back to the kitchen to prep for tomorrow’s baking. Thank you guys so much for your help today.
