Chapter 29 Soaked Before Sunrise #4
"Too much," I gasp, my hands flying to his hair, not sure if I'm trying to push him away or pull him closer. "It's too—oh fuck—"
But Theo doesn't stop.
If anything, he becomes more thorough, licking and sucking gently but persistently, cleaning every trace of slick and release until I'm trembling with aftershocks that roll through me in waves.
It's not quite another orgasm—I'm too wrung out for that—but it's close, pleasure bordering on the edge of too much sensation.
My thighs shake uncontrollably.
My breath comes in short, desperate gasps. The winter smoke and fir scent of him mixes with Nash's motor oil and leather, both of them surrounding me, claiming me, making it impossible to think about anything except this moment.
When Theo finally pulls back, I'm completely boneless, sprawled across his bed like a rag doll someone forgot to pick up. My sweater is bunched around my waist, my hair is a disaster, and I'm pretty sure I've never been more thoroughly satisfied in my entire life.
We all just lie there for a moment, catching our breath.
Theo collapses beside me, one arm thrown over his eyes, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
Nash stretches out on my other side, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at me with an expression that's equal parts fond and hungry, like he's already thinking about round two.
The bed smells like sex, Alphas, and me—vanilla and caramel and citrus mixing with their darker, more intense scents until the air itself feels thick and claiming.
This closeness, this intimacy, this sense of belonging.
Not the cold distance Kael maintained, not the careful separation and emotional manipulation the pack that made me believe that was all I deserved in such a loveless pack-ship.
"I guess we need a shower before I head to bed," Nash says eventually, breaking the comfortable silence.
I blink, turning my head to look at him. His dark hair is mussed from where I grabbed it, his lips still swollen from kissing, his whole body relaxed in a way I haven't seen before.
Wait. Before he heads to bed?
"You haven't slept yet?" Theo asks, voicing my confusion.
He removes his arm from his eyes to stare at Nash with something between disbelief and concern.
Nash smirks, reaching over to brush a strand of hair from my face with surprising tenderness.
"Nah. Was about to, actually. Had just gotten into bed, closed my eyes, started drifting off." His smirk widens into something wicked. "But then a little melodic Sugarplum's moans drifted to my ears like a serene dream. Couldn't exactly ignore that, could I?"
My entire face erupts in flames.
Oh my god. Oh my god.
I was loud enough in my sleep—during my dream—that Nash heard me through the walls? And then I came here and was definitely not quiet while Theo was fingering me and fucking me and—
"I'm so sorry!" The words burst out before I can stop them, mortification flooding through me hot and sharp. "I didn't mean to be loud! I didn't even realize I was making sounds in my sleep and then when I came here I should have been quieter but I just—it felt so good and I couldn't—"
Nash cuts off my rambling by leaning down and kissing me.
Hard. Thoroughly.
His tongue sweeps through my mouth, claiming every inch, tasting himself and Theo and me all mixed together. When he finally pulls back, I'm breathless and dizzy and completely unable to remember what I was apologizing for.
"You can be as loud as you want," he murmurs against my lips, his voice dropping into that register that makes my toes curl. "I like hearing you. We all do. Those sweet little sounds you make when you're coming apart? Fucking perfect."
He tugs my bottom lip between his teeth—not hard enough to hurt but enough to make me gasp—before releasing it slowly.
"Next time," he continues, his dark eyes boring into mine with intensity that makes my breath catch, "you be nice and loud so Grayson can wake up and join in. Hmm? You'd like that, wouldn't you? All three of us taking care of you at once?"
My whole face is on fire.
I can feel the blush spreading from my neck to my hairline, can feel my pussy clenching at the mental image his words conjure.
Three Alphas.
All focused on me. All touching, kissing, fucking, and claiming.
I nod slowly, unable to form words, my brain completely short-circuited by the suggestion.
But then reality crashes back in.
The contract. The six-week arrangement.
The fact that this is supposed to be temporary, professional, a business transaction to help my career and give them...whatever they need from having an Omega around.
"Is this okay?" The question comes out smaller than I intended, vulnerable in a way that makes me want to take it back immediately. "With us being...um...intimate? With the whole contract thing?"
Because I don't know what the rules are here.
Don't know if I'm crossing lines or violating terms or turning something that should be simple into something complicated. Kael always had rules—endless rules about what I could and couldn't do, who I could talk to, where I could go, how I should behave.
What if there are rules I'm breaking right now?
Nash sits up slightly, looking down at me with an expression that's suddenly serious despite the post-sex haze.
"Fuck yeah, it's okay." He says it with such conviction, such absolute certainty, that something tight in my chest loosens slightly. "The contract is about you creating content and us helping you build your brand. It doesn't say shit about what we can or can't do together in private."
He reaches down and scoops me up like I weigh nothing—which I definitely don't—pulling me against his chest as he stands from the bed. I squeak in surprise, automatically wrapping my arms around his neck, the cashmere sweater barely covering anything important.
Across the room, Theo is already heading toward the bathroom, peeling off his boxers as he walks. The sight of his ass—muscular and perfect—makes my mouth water despite being thoroughly satisfied moments ago.
"If you need us," Theo calls over his shoulder, stepping into the bathroom and starting the shower, "you simply say the word. That's it. No second-guessing, no wondering if it's allowed. You want one of us? You tell us. You want all of us? You tell us that too."
The sound of water hitting tile fills the room, steam beginning to drift from the bathroom. Nash carries me toward it, his arms secure and steady around me, making me feel safe in a way I haven't felt in years.
But I need to know.
Need to understand the full picture before I let myself get too comfortable, too attached, too hopeful that this might be more than temporary.
"If you...if you need me..." I stumble over the words, my voice barely audible over the shower. "Will you come to me? Not just me coming to you when I need help or relief or whatever, but...both ways?"
Nash pauses in the doorway to the bathroom, and I feel Theo's eyes on us from inside the shower.
They exchange a look over my head—something passes between them that I can't quite read, some silent Alpha communication that makes my stomach flutter with nervous anticipation.
Then they both look at me.
"Yeah," Nash says simply, his voice rough with something that might be emotion. "We will."
"You're our Omega," Theo adds from the shower, water cascading down his muscular body in ways that should be illegal.
"Even if it's just for six weeks based on paper.
Even if you decide after Christmas that this isn't what you want.
Right now, in this moment? You're ours. And that means we take care of you.
All of you. Including the parts that need us at four in the morning because you had a wet dream. "
Nash steps into the bathroom fully, the steam wrapping around us like a warm blanket.
"That means when we need you…when we're having a shit day, or we can't sleep, or we just want to be near you…we'll come find you. No games. No rules about who can approach who first. Just...pack."
Pack.
The word settles into my chest like a key finding its lock, clicking into place with a rightness that makes my eyes sting with sudden tears.
I've been so scared of getting this wrong, of crossing invisible boundaries, of being too much or not enough. But maybe...maybe with them, I can just be me.
The messy, enthusiastic, loud, emotional, chaotic me that Kael tried so hard to suppress
Maybe with them, being me is enough.
"Okay," I whisper, burying my face in Nash's neck to hide the tears that threaten to spill. "Okay. Thank you."
He kisses the top of my head, his arms tightening around me briefly before he steps into the shower spray with me still in his arms. The hot water cascades over both of us, soaking my sweater immediately, and I laugh despite the tears—breathless and happy and completely overwhelmed in the best possible way.
Theo reaches for me, pulling me from Nash's arms into his own, and then I'm sandwiched between them under the spray. Both Alphas surrounding me, touching me gently now instead of sexually, just...holding me.
Taking care of me.
This is what I've been missing my whole life.