Chapter 49 Red
Chapter forty-nine
Red
Fuck, they’re so beautiful I moan just from watching, soaking the bedspread and Zack’s lap with slick. My breath hitches with soft pants around Zack’s kisses, the strength of Rickon’s shared experience shaking me to the core.
Zack breaks our kiss, and he rumbles faintly as he asks, “Cal-ee no use rubber?”
I quiver with a silent chuckle. “Sometimes it’s okay, if you wash well after,” I whisper to him. “Rickon was worried you might get sick if we weren’t careful.”
“Careful,” he repeats, savoring the word. “Was Cal-ee going slow careful with sex?”
I stroke his ears. “Yes, but I’d say that’s more being gentle. I think it was his first time with a man.”
His brow furrows. “I be more gentle?”
Chuckling, I drop my head onto his shoulder. “Only if you want to be. Both Rickon and I like you being strong, and you know we enjoy everything you do.” I tap his chest to indicate the bond sensation. “But sometimes gentle suits the mood more.”
“Mood?”
“How you feel.”
“I feel happy.”
I nuzzle his cheek. “Me too.”
The two sexy alphas beside us collapse on the sheets, blowing hard. Gosh, if anyone else saw what I’m seeing, we’d never be left alone. Scrap porn, scrap movies, Callisto and Rickon together feels like something so beautiful human eyes shouldn’t be allowed to see.
And my first alpha’s pushing such powerful love through the bond I feel like I could float right off the bed.
Zack breathes me in, and he hums. His hand drifts between my legs where he plays with the evidence of my arousal. “My ohm-ee-ga likes her new pack.”
“So, so much,” I agree.
We touched while Callisto made love to Rickon, but not enough to call sex. Mostly because we couldn’t take our eyes off the two naked men writhing together like they were custom made to fit. And since Ricky and I are about the same size, that means I’ll fit too.
Callisto rises on one arm and kisses Rickon, thanking him. Ricky nods, too satisfied for words, and Callisto disappears into the bathroom and runs the water. I reach for the wet wipes, but Zack snatches them from me.
“I do it,” he says, taking over Rickon’s aftercare like the proud pack alpha he is. He wipes everything up, stroking our lover’s body so tenderly.
“Feeling good?” I ask, leaning over Rickon.
“You know it,” Rickon says with a lazy grin, tugging on my hair. “And thank you.”
I know exactly what he means, so I kiss his forehead once before climbing off the bed. I’ve waited and waited, but patience has never been my strong suit. Now it’s time to make my own dreams come true.
I slip into the bathroom and discover Callisto washing his softened cock in the sink, the length lathered up with a handmade soap that smells of lemon myrtle. It mixes nicely with Callisto’s own rich cherry wood scent.
He jerks to a halt, gaze dropping to the dick in his hand. I smile provocatively in the mirror as I walk past him and open the shower door. I’ve already showered once today, but this won’t be the getting-clean type of shower.
Crossing my arms, I strip off the sweater, revealing nothing underneath. I already slipped out of my bra while they were busy. Callisto’s hand slips on the bathroom vanity, and I smirk as I flip the water on. When I turn back, he’s moved toward me, dick hard and jutting my way.
“I’m not in heat this time,” I murmur, flicking open the button on my skirt.
Callisto steps toward me. “No, you’re not,” he murmurs thickly, eating me up with the longing in his black eyes.
“But I still feel like I’m burning up.”
He swallows hard. “Can I . . . can I help you with that?”
I suck on my bottom lip as I test the water temperature. “Just today?” I tease.
Callisto growls under his breath and reaches for my hand. “Today and forever.”
“Promise?” I ask, catching hold of his little finger with mine.
He glances down at the innocent pinky promise and smiles. “Yes, Red. I promise.”
I release his hand and unzip my skirt, and Callisto steps in to rest his hands on my waist, pulling me into him.
Our lips meet in a kiss born of delayed desperation, like they did during the sex scene, but with none of the holding back.
Finally, it’s just me and my prodigal alpha with no hesitations between us.
“You’re everything I could dream of in a woman,” he rasps, dragging my clothes off my hips. He glances down as I toe the fabric off my ankles.
“Oh, fuck, Red!” he grinds out, catching sight of my underwear.
I grin as I kick the discarded clothes across the room. “That’s the general idea.” I didn’t know when I dressed this morning that I’d be welcoming Callisto, but the crotchless panties with garters were definitely the right choice.
Callisto gulps and backs me into the water, watching with a reverent gaze as water cascades down my body. “You have no idea the things I imagined every time I heard you in the shower,” he admits. “I can’t even count the number of times I jerked off listening to you and your alphas make love.”
I light up. “Truly?”
He nods and joins me in the shower, water droplets spraying over his sculpted body.
“Better show me what you imagined then, alpha,” I say.
He groans. “Say it again.”
I know exactly what he wants to hear. “My alpha, Callisto.”
He ducks down and lifts me, pressing my back to the shower wall. “Red Jones,” he says, a growl tinging his voice, but without a hint of command. “May I have the honor of making you mine?”
Yeah, consent is fucking sexy. I nod, running my hands over his broad shoulders and down his arms until I reach the tattoo. “I think you’d better. Especially since my name’s already on your body.”
He lifts his face, and I meet him, mouths searching each other for a lifeline.
We bump teeth and bite each other’s lips, snatching quick breaths before drowning together once more.
I’d happily die like this, surrounded by his scent, sucking his tongue as deep as I can.
He ravages me right back, desperately empty after months at arm’s length. Not anymore.
Now we writhe into each other, coated in water and mist, and raw lust.
He shifts one hand under my ass, fingers dancing through my pouring slick. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he murmurs in my ear.
“For you, alpha,” I moan.
Callisto groans and presses me harder into the wall. His fingers slip inside me so easily thanks to the mess; I can’t even be sure if he meant to, but it feels amazing. My newest alpha pulls out, dragging slick forward until he finds my clit.
He rubs in teasing circles while I cling to his upper arms. I love the sensation of those muscles tensing to hold me in place as he pleasures me. My broken cries fill the bathroom, followed soon by Callisto’s soft pants.
“More, alpha,” I say, contorting for a kiss.
He sucks on my lips, unable to get enough of his long-lost omega. “All right, Red. Anything you want, I’ll be here for you.”
He means every word. My wayward alpha might have taken the long road, but he’s home now. Home for good.
Callisto’s hands shake as he lines his big cock up with my weeping pussy. This time he doesn’t wear a privacy sock to separate us. I gasp as he lowers me down onto his length and sinks deep.
“Fuck! I missed you,” he pants out, nuzzling my swollen mouth. “Even if I never had you before, I missed all of you.”
A laugh bubbles up through my throat. Damn, he’s so right. I missed his cock too, even though I’ve never seen it naked before. But in a way, Callisto’s always been inside me, from my very first memories. All three alphas kept me company. Kept me sane.
His voice now sounds nothing like that polished narrator’s hum; it shatters with roughened gasps and growls that send hot flushes cascading from my ears to my pussy. Turns out, Callisto can be a talker during sex.
“You’re mine now, Red,” he says, gazing up at me with shining eyes. “And I’m going to stamp myself all over you.”
“Yeah?” I whisper, petting his jaw. The water plasters his dyed hair on his head, and it strikes me he looks closer to feral like this, rather than his usual carefully gelled styling.
“Absolutely!” he purrs roughly. He dives his head down to suck on my neck.
I fill my hands with him, touching everywhere. Gosh, he’s gorgeous. Rickon’s right; Callisto could win the sexiest man of the year title if he tried. Even better that he’s mine, because what’s inside his heart is more gorgeous.
I grind myself down onto him as the heat inside comes to boiling point. “I need you,” I whisper back.
He shivers, gazing at me with adoration. “I need you more.”
Our words mingle with our scents as we desperately merge our bodies into one being, making up for all the lost time. To be wanted and treasured is the most beautiful feeling in the world. I drink it in, a fish in his pond as he thrusts up into me with abandon.
“Are you ready, my omega?” he growls out, massaging one hand over my straining nipples.
I whine with need. “Yes, alpha.” Tingles explode, running from my breasts to my core.
He leans one hand on the shower wall and thrusts hard, his heavy grunts punctuating each thrust. I claw his shoulders and whimper as my body convulses.
Fire ignites in my core, sending fireworks bursting through my senses.
Callisto rides me through the orgasm, his broken breaths caressing my ears.
And then he shatters, tensing and falling silent for a long moment, forgetting even to breathe.
The edges of his knot tease my entrance, but he holds himself back. I lower one leg, but he catches me. “I’m not finished with you yet, Red Jones,” he huffs out, lifting me back up.
“Alpha,” I whimper breathlessly.
Callisto flips off the water, a wild look in his eyes. He grabs towels off the railing and clutches them to my back before carrying me into the bedroom.
Zack watches with interest as Callisto lays me down on the bed next to a dozing Rickon and pats my skin dry.