Chapter 29
Noelle
Frost freezes as I call out his name. For a moment, he doesn’t look as if he knows what he wants to do with himself.
But when I reach my hand out again, he steps off the chair, joining his brothers on the bed. He is hesitant at first, but when I bring him closer, letting him lie down beside me, he comes alive.
We kiss. For the first time in years, I get my taste of Frost Wynter, and it’s like no time has passed between us.
He growls when I groan against his mouth, and then he pins me down on the mattress by my wrists, kissing a path down my neck.
He licks my clavicle, then nips at the place where he once promised he would give me his mark, just at the juncture of my jaw and neck. My Omega flutters as she recalls the promise he once made, and in that moment, we both believe that it can finally be ours again.
This. All of us.
A pack.
My Omega is singing, curling her fingers and toes.
Frost aligns with my body, gazing deep into my eyes as he enters me slowly. My mouth opens on a silent gasp when he leisurely rolls his hips. I close my eyes, hooking my arms around his neck.
My claws scrape the tight muscles of his back as he moves at the pace I love, and it's like we’re in high school again—drunk on each other’s scents.
Except it’s not a boy in my arms now, but a man. And I’m no longer a girl, but a woman. We’ve both grown, and Frost’s taut muscles only confirm that wonderful fact as I run my palms all over him.
His winter pine and peppermint scent wraps around me, entwining with my sweet caramel, and I shut my eyes, finally letting go.
My eyes slam shut as honeyed pleasure trickles through me, all the way to my extremities. He hastens his pace, reaching up to press his hands against the headboard as he angles his hips for maximum effect.
It’s been ten years since we’ve touched each other, and it’s obvious Frost remembers every little way to make me moan.
My cries rebound through the basement of the cabin, and I’ve decided where I’m going to spend my Christmas this year.
I know this is what my Nana would want.
So, I chase that sweet release, the one I know will bring me true liberation as my body shakes yet again. Lights tease at the edges of my vision as pure euphoria has me in its grasp, and then I come for a second time.
Frost is close at my heels, and he white-knuckles the headboard as he cries out his release. His knot swells, and I flop down hard on the bed, gasping for air as he fills me.
I’m not sure how much time passes. The pain ebbs from my body as my Omega purrs in satisfaction, Frost’s knot locked deep inside me.
I soon become aware of a pair of strong arms scooping me up off the bed. It’s Shepard, as I recognize his scent of cedar and roasted chestnuts. He’s carrying me to the ensuite bathroom—the one attached to the nest.
In the corner of my eye, I spy Frost stuffing his cock back into his pants as his knot has finally gone down.
Shepard twists the faucet of the round, sunken bathtub, the one with the wall-mounted tap and marble steps, as he dips me into the warm, soapy water.
His brothers join his side, and now they circle the lip of the tub as I float in the water.
Robin grabs a shampoo bottle, squeezing it onto his palm, and then he reaches down to massage my head. My skull is like dough in his strong hands as he works his fingers through my hair, chasing away a niggling headache.
Shepard grips a loofah, dipping it into the warm water as he lets the droplets trickle down onto my chest. Then, he reaches down, circling it around my aching breasts.
Frost finds a pumice stone, working it between the pad of my foot, and a snort escapes me. That freaking tickles.
I’m not sure how much time passes. I think I fall asleep again as my Omega is truly at peace. At one point, one of them lifts me out of the water to bundle me up in a fluffy towel.
It’s Shepard. He lies me down on the large bed of the nest again once he has me dried, and then they join me one by one as we all eat candy and watch Christmas movies.
This is exactly what my Nana would want for me.
And I am going to soak up every moment.