Chapter 29 #2
Of course not. She’s probably always had chauffeurs taking her everywhere.
There’s a jingle of a cellphone ringing, and Mari pulls hers out of her dress’s pocket. Her face pales once she sees the screen. “Oh, no. It’s Heath.”
“Noooo…” Iris is trembling. “Don’t…”
“I need to take this or he’ll know something up,” she starts moving toward the door as the cell rings and rings. “Please, take her to Pen’s. She’ll know what to do.”
“I’ll stay with them,” Freya says. “Keep an eye on things.”
She means make sure we keep out fucking hands to ourselves.
I want to argue, push back, but Iris’s sister and the Delta servant are already out the front door before I can say a thing.
Well, shit.
“Listen.” Freya’s sharp words snap me back into reality for a second. “You two need to hold it together. Do you understand me? One of you is going to drive, and I’ll stay in the back with Iris. And no one is going to touch her.”
I blink. “Right.”
“Freeeeeyaaaa!” Emmie’s little voice comes from the top of the stairs, and all of us look that way. “It’s story time!”
“I’ll do it,” I say. “Xav, you go?—”
“Freeeeeyaaaa! Your turn!” Emmie continues to shriek.
Freya’s head rolls back in annoyance. “Okay! Coming!” Then she glares at us. “I’ll be right back. Right. Back.”
“Do you think we’re animals?” I snap. “It’ll be fine.”
She hurries up the steps, taking two at a time.
Now we’re alone with our little in-heat Omega. And immediately, Iris’s scent seems to triple, pressing down on me. I’m suffocating in her.
Iris throws her cloak to the floor, and she’s glowing, the call of her heat, of her. Like her essence is suddenly surging into another realm where if you reached out, you could touch.
She goes up to Xavier. “So pretty,” she slurs, running her fingers along his stubbled jaw line. And she tries to hook her hand around his neck to drag him down so their mouths can meet.
He somehow resists.
“Where…where am I? Xavier? My brother…he…”
She reels back into the bar, hand going to her stomach. Iris turns. She’s wearing a long gray shirt over a dark gray skirt and knee socks with lace-up shoes. A red tie is askew, loose around her neck and her hair’s falling out of its ponytail.
I don’t think I’ve seen anything so fucking hot.
“It hurts…I need you,” she says, looking back at him, and then she faces me. Her cheeks glow a rosy color and her eyes seem bigger, darker than before. They’re inviting me in. And she sashays up to me. “And you.”
We need to take her to this Pen now.
“It’s too far. She’s basically cascading down into pure heat. Freya needs to hurry the fuck up.”
You know Emmie is going to do everything to avoid bedtime.
He’s right.
Iris grabs the hem of her shirt and starts to pull it up, exposing her stomach. Everything inside me turns to liquid.
I take her hands and force her shirt back down.
Fuck, we need to build a nest in the basement. She’s going to have to ride it out here.
“Killian, you started something,” she says. “I want to finish it. I need to finish it, with both of you.”
Before I can do anything, she kisses me hard.
I want to pull away, but my body takes over and runs with it.
Her mouth’s hot, and I explore it, showing her what I want to do as I dance with her tongue, like we’re having slow sex and she melts, rises up, and meets me, taking it further, deeper, turning into a thing of sweet depravity.
But as she starts to touch me, running fingers over my cock that’s so fucking hard it hurts, I take her hand and pull her from me.
I look at Xavier when I speak next to Iris. “We’re going to build you a nest, keep you safe. And then leave you be.”
He nods but I’m not sure either of us mean it. You get supplies. I’ll take her to the basement and clear it.
The words “don’t fuck her without me,” come to mind, but I don’t say them. They’re not words I’ve ever thought, and they leave me a little stunned. It shouldn’t matter if he’s balls deep when I get back. But it does.
Because we should be there together and?—
I stop those thoughts cold.
I need to focus, so I grab all the clean towels I can find and rip the cushions off the stools. She can use them for pillows. I make two trips down to the basement door with them. On the final one, I push them all in and then I stop.
Xavier’s pressed against the wall, hand on a shelf, the other under her ass as she gyrates on him in his arms, attacking his neck with her mouth.
“Dude,” I say.
Her idea. But when he eases her off, she whimpers. We set up a nest, taking off her shoes, her tie, and tuck her in.
“It hurts,” she whimpers.
Xav hands me a bottle of rye. And then he gets down on the floor and holds her as I hold the bottle to her lips.
“Drink this,” I say, “it’ll help. Then we’ll get you some food for later, or?—”
“No. I want you both.”
She sits up and pushes at the towels, kicking them away as she drunkenly gets up in a kneeling position.
“Iris,” I say, once more looking at Xav. “You’re in heat, you don’t know what you’re saying.”
“I’m in heat,” she whispers, “and it came on hard, but I hurt, and I know what’s going to help.”
“You’re confused.”
“No, I’m not. The world keeps coming at me. I can’t think or walk straight, and even those Alphas in the bar made me want to crawl over their tables and taste them all.”
Fuck me , Xavier says.
As if she knows what he signed and is taking it literally, she pulls free of him and she rips off her top, leaving those lovely tits that are now pushing, nipples so fucking hard, at electric blue lace, there for us to ogle.
“Fuck me,” she says. “Please.”