Page 45 of Petals & Promises

Soon, I was lost in the fantasy, my hands moving across the paper, sketching, smudging the pigment, and creating my version of a character who would be part of this world. My attention was instantly pulled back to the present as I felt Vili slowly untying the back of my dress. Gradually, it inched down my body until my breasts were exposed, only to be covered by his hands as he gently kneaded them.

“Don’t focus on me, kitten, keep drawing,” Vili instructed as his fingers rolled my nipples between his fingers.

I tried to take a deep breath, but it was more of a shudder as I attempted to keep my legs from buckling. Vili must have noticed because he tugged on my dress until it pooled around my feet and pulled over a stool that had been placed next to the easel. Feeling the cool air of the theater on my skin, I shivered, goose bumps rising as I felt my slick soaking the new pair of lace panties I wore.

“Tell me, kitten, does it excite you to know only an easel blocks people from seeing you?” Vili asked, a purr rumbling in his chest. “Or is it that your Alpha can’t wait any longer and must have you now?”

Yelping in surprise, Vili hoisted me onto the stool, drew my legs apart, and stroked his fingers over the damp lace covering my clit. When he pressed down, I let out a moan and fell boneless against him.

“Kitten, you must be quiet,” Vili warned. “We can’t have people checking in on us.”

Turning my face, he kissed me, feasting on my mouth as if he could swallow the sounds I was making. Freeing my lips, he directed my attention back to my drawing. “This drawing is too beautiful to leave unfinished. The more you draw, I will give immense pleasure. Stop drawing, I stop touching, leaving you incomplete.”

Inching the stool closer so I could reach, Vili waited to see what my choice would be. Like any Omega worth her heat, I picked up my chalk and got to drawing. Never in my life did I think it would be this hard for me to focus on my art. Typically, it was all-consuming once I started, but now I wanted to chuck the whole thing away so I could be bent over the stool and fucked. However, Vili wasn’t one to set rules unless he intended to keep them, and right now, I wanted that finger teasing my clit to make good on his promises.

Eventually, I found a balance once I realized Vili wasn’t on a quest to make me come immediately. His plan was to use it as my reward—when I finished it, he finished me. A strangled cry burst from me as he slipped two fingers inside my pussy and just let them sit there. After a few deep breaths, I got back to the drawing, and he timed his fingers to the strokes of my shading.

“I would hurry, kitten. There are only thirty minutes left of the ballet,” Vili shared, using his other hand to trace around my nipple.

Thankfully, I was nearly done. Only a few more bits of shading, and I could call it good enough. This was nowhere near as detailed as I would have made it under different conditions, but to hell with that—this Omega needed to get her reward. I went to grab the color I wanted but dropped it as Vili slipped a finger in my ass. Gasping for air, I had to brace myself on the easel before slipping off the stool. Bending at the waist, I grabbed the chalk which gave Vili the perfect chance to remove his fingers and swipe his tongue over my pussy.

“Oh fuck,” I swore as quietly as I could, followed by a whimper.

One more color. Come on, girl, you can do it. Just stand up, add the depth, smudge it out, then you can assume the position.

Gritting my teeth, I did just that at a speed I didn’t know I possessed. Flinging the chalk away, I twisted to grip the railing of our balcony and wiggled my ass. “The drawing’s done, now fuck me, Vili. I earned my reward,” I demanded.

Vili cocked a brow at me with a smirk that told me he rather liked my sass. “Truly, it’s done?”

“Yes, I swear on my new heart, the drawing is done.”

Two seconds later, Vili stuffed my pussy with his cock, and I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming. The Alpha didn’t waste any time and got right down to business. I was glad that in this position, I could watch the ending of the ballet as the boy decided to live in this fantasyland forever. Honestly, I couldn’t blame him. If I could live in a world filled with dancing sweets and all was right with the world, I’d stay too. However, if you were to ask me at this moment, I’d tell you to kick rocks because this right here was pure heaven.

Vili reached around and started to rub my clit as his hips slapped against my ass. This wasn’t about making love or enjoying each other’s bodies. Right now, we were slaves to our lust for one another. I reveled in the fact my body could handle down and dirty, rough and raw sex like this.

With a solid slam and a perfectly timed pinch of the clit, I exploded. Turning my head, I latched onto my arm, trying to keep my voice from being heard. Vili buried his head in my neck as he pulled back slightly so his knot didn’t lock us together as he came inside me. Hearing his soft grunts as he thrust against my pussy, his knot prevented him from thrusting deeper. It had me wishing Vili had risked it and locked us together.

Gathering me up in his arms, without letting his cock slip out, Vili sat us down on the velvet seats. We simply sat there cuddled together, each of us purring up a storm as the orgasm afterglow resonated around us. When the crowd started cheering, we knew time was up, and I had to get back in my dress. There was nothing to be done about the cum which soaked my underwear, but in a way, I enjoyed feeling it, knowing what we’d done up there wasn’t a dream.

Finally dressed with my drawing in hand, Vili and I left the theater, grinning at each other like two kids who got away with stealing cookies out of the cookie jar. The driver took us back to the hotel, and Lysse immediately escorted me to the waiting bubble bath.

“How…” I started to ask, then remembered Vili texting someone on the ride home.

Lysse stripped me out of my clothes but struggled just a bit when it came to removing my underwear. “Fuck, Rosie, your scent is driving me crazy.”

Before I could say anything, Lysse grabbed my hips and locked his mouth around my nipple, lavishing his mark with attention. My lust still hadn’t completely cooled since the theater, which meant I was rocketed over the cliff and orgasmed right where I stood. A scream burst from me as my fingers curled around Lysse’s hair, ensuring he wouldn’t move from that spot.

I shouldn’t have been worried—the last thing my Alpha wanted to do was let go. Lust roared through my body as our bond amplified our feelings. Seconds later, fingers were in my pussy, scooping out Vili’s cum. Part of me started to worry, but that went out the window the moment I felt those same fingers smear that cum over my asshole. My needy Alpha was going to use it as lube, not that he needed to since I was more than ready to take him in either hole.

“Rosie, I’m going to fill your perfect little ass with my cock, then we’re going to sit in the tub so I can clean you up,” Lysse informed me.

The only response I had was a whimper as I nodded my agreement.

This wasn’t the first time something like this had happened. During our three days of mindless sex, I’d noticed how much they enjoyed it when I kept their cock warm. There were a few times when they’d fallen asleep with their dicks still hard inside me, but I wasn’t complaining. The feeling of being connected to them so intimately without it being about sex was utterly romantic to me.

Lysse picked me up, splayed my legs, and slowly lowered me down on his cock. We both groaned as he entered, allowing my body to take him as it pleased, letting Lysse sink into me. Once he was balls deep, arms wrapped tightly around my middle, he sat on the wide edge of the sunken bathtub. Swinging around to drop our legs in the water, I sighed at how warm and inviting it felt. Finally submerged in milky water, Lysse got to work washing every single inch of my body.

By the time he was done, I was wiped, barely keeping my eyes open. Another pair of hands helped to dry me off, causing me to focus long enough to see it was Yun-Sun. I reached out and ran a hand over his short, buzzed hair. Yun took my hand, dried it, then kissed my palm before nuzzling it. Neither bothered to put me in a nightgown as I was placed in the large, fluffy bed.