Page 58 of Bonded By Tea and Tarot

And it’s supposed to be my job to make sure she’s okay and getting what she needs.

That realization—that I wasn’t in control, wasn’t giving her what she actually needed—is a sobering one. I step back and take the water from Jayce.

“Boxers off,” I say to him. “Now. And lay on your back, let her be on top so she can set the pace.”

Aury flops onto the other side of the bed with a relieved, and maybe slightly exasperated, sigh. Siobhan doesn’t have time to object to my stepping back because Jayce already has his hands around her waist, maneuvering both of them until her legs fall on either side of his hips and his cock is lined up with her dripping center.

“I’m all yours, pretty omega,” he says, the constant rumbling growl distorting his words.

“Mine,” she says, then she sinks down on him. Or at least, she goes as far as she can, then gets stuck about halfway. She omega growls again, then bounces up and down in an attempt to take him further. “Mine, mine!” she chants, only her words are starting to sound angry, frustrated.

“I’ve got you, little witch.” I sink my fingers into the soft flesh of her hip, and my other hand dives between them. I wet my fingers with her slick and spread it around Jayce’s cock, then massage her opening where they meet. She loosens, groans as she sinks further. Then lifts up and I help push her down another inch on the next drop, and the next, until she’s finally seated on him.

Jayce’s eyes are locked on her, his breathing broken and uneven, but he’s gentle. His hands are reverent, his grip soft where he holds her thighs, fingers stroking up and down in a soothing gesture. He lets her set the pace, rising and falling, then grinding down on him. It’s not long until she’s demanding what she needs.

“Knot. Jayce, need your knot, please.”

Our eyes all jerk to her face as every one of us stills.

“Siobhan?” I say, ducking my head to get a better view of her eyes.

“Ugh,” she groans and tips her head back. “What Hayden?”

She’s never sounded so irritated, and I can’t help but grin.

“Glad to see you’re with us, little witch. Can you confirm you want me and Jayce here for your heat?”

“Obviously I want you here,” she huffs, rolling her hips against Jayce again. “I’d have told you to get out if I didn’t.”

I chuckle, relieved to hear both the confirmation and that she’ll tell us if she doesn’t want something. “Good to know.”

“Can I have a knot now?” She glares at me as though I’m to blame for her current unhappiness. Which, I suppose I kind of am. It’s probably our scent-matched pheromones that triggered this.

“You can have whatever you want, pretty omega,” Jayce growls.

He uses his grip on her upper thighs to hold her steady while he thrusts up from the bed, stretching her, and then his knot slips inside. She throws her head back with a hoarse moan and her eyes flutter closed. Her entire body convulses, and I quickly reach out to hold her steady, fearing she might topple over. She leans into my hold, letting me take her weight while her hips roll and she milks Jayce for all he’s worth.

“Fuck,” he roars when she clamps down on his knot. His jaw is clenched, chin tilted up as he forces himself to keep his teeth away from her. They’re both holding their breath, hips gyrating together the minuscule amount his knot will allow, and it seems as if all of us are suspended in time. The moment stretches. Siobhan’s silhouette is outlined by the faint light of the streetlamp outside. Her breasts are soft curves tipped with pointy nipples. The most enticing treasure I would die to touch.

The moment breaks when she slumps, and I’m glad I was ready for the let down. I help her and Jayce roll onto their sides, where he promptly wraps his arms around her and she buries her nose into his chest, then I turn to Aury.

“This might be our only chance to get back to her place. I’m assuming she has a nest?”

He nods. “I’ll grab some of my dirty clothes for it. They won’t fit you, but you can scent mark some of my shirts and pillow cases, that should help. You brought food?”

“It’s in the truck.”

We grab what we can and pack it up. All the while, Aury’s cat meows and follows us around, twining between our feet and nudging our hands.

“I’ll need to bring her. My neighbor that normally cat sits is on vacation.”

“Siobhan likes her?” I say, and Aury nods. “Let’s grab what she needs too, then.”

After it’s all loaded into the truck, we come back in to see the cat making biscuits on the blanket at Siobhan’s back, and from their positions, I can tell Jayce’s knot has gone down.

“Time to go,” I say to him.

He slips out of the bed and drags his jeans on. Siobhan reaches for him, faint grumbles indicating her displeasure at being disturbed. I slip Jayce’s oversized t-shirt over her head and pull her arms through, ignoring the unhappy look she gives me.