Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
Belle
Crap, I’m awake.
The bed is so incredible, I feel like I’m sleeping on a cloud. All I want is to stay lulled in the depths of deep slumber, but my body has other ideas. Namely, I think I’m quickly dying of thirst. My mouth is completely dry, and I feel like all of the moisture has been sucked out of the rest of my body as well.
Knox’s bedroom is toasty warm, so I think the house temperature has done me in, and I’m too desperate for water to consider rolling over to attempt to go back to sleep.
“Ugh.”
The soft sheets are tangled around my legs as I shift around on the bed. Once I manage to sit up, I realize what the problem is. Somehow, I didn’t notice that there’s a heater right next to the bed running at full blast. I don’t know if Knox wanted to make sure I would be warm enough or if he always keeps his bedroom at a temperature worthy of hell itself.
Either way, the room is dehydrating me.
Dramatically, I tear the blankets away from my body and throw my feet over the edge of the bed to touch the floor. My head feels fuzzy, but I don’t let that stop me.
I desperately need to hydrate. Hopefully, the guys won’t mind me wandering around their home in the middle of the night for a bottle of water. There’s only a sliver of moonlight shining in from between the gap in the dark curtains along one wall. I use the moonlight like a night light to make my way toward the door.
The wood is cool beneath my feet, a sharp contrast to the rest of the Sahara bedroom. A shiver runs up my spine as I pad across the floor with bare feet.
Halfway to the stairs, my feet adjust to the temperature as the cooler temperature of the rest of the house hits me. The wood floors creak a little as I move, so I tiptoe my way to the stairs and move down them as silently as possible.
Who knows how deeply the guys sleep? And I don’t want to risk waking Knox up from the couch after he gave up his bed for me.
A wall separates the stairs from the kitchen. Instead of being greeted by darkness, there’s a small glow coming from the direction of the kitchen, along with the sound of hushed voices. I pause behind the wall, caught off guard to find anyone still awake.
My intention isn’t to play super secret spy , but I don’t want to interrupt whoever is in the kitchen talking, either. As I consider my options, curiosity gets the best of me.
Peeking around the corner, I see the outline of two people locked in an embrace.
My jaw drops.
I should walk away and forget about what I saw, but my feet stay rooted in place. I don’t want to invade anyone’s privacy, but at the same time, I can’t help wondering what’s going on here. I should do anything except stand here in the dark watching them, but my feet refuse to budge.
My eyes adjust to the dimly lit room as I flatten myself against the wall while continuing to peek around the corner. The shadows seem to swallow up everything else around me, leaving me squinting to make out their silhouettes. The kitchen island blocks their lower bodies from view.
I can’t see all of the details, but I see enough to know something is happening.
Something spicy.
The two figures move against one another passionately, and I start to make out the details of Percy and Knox. Knox’s lips are locked onto Percy’s shoulder. Their chests are bare, and I shamelessly take in every inch of their exposed skin.
Knox grins as he says something that makes Percy groan with pleasure.
Percy’s medium-brown skin is a striking contrast against Knox’s paler complexion. The sight of them together is beautiful, and I’m a monster for intruding on this moment.
An arm snakes around my waist, and I bite back a gasp to avoid alerting the others to my presence.
“Like what you see, snow bunny?” Rhys whispers in my ear.
Heat creeps up my neck, leaving me flushed. I know my whole body must be covered in a blush, revealing my shame and embarrassment. I can only hope Rhys can’t see the extent of my flushed skin in the dark.
“Shush,” he warns in a gentle, playful tone. “You don’t want them to catch us.”
I spin to face him, relieved to make out the same grin he wore earlier. His smile, warm and understanding, eases my guilty conscience. He seems fine with letting me off the hook for my momentary voyeurism, turning an awkward situation into something that feels almost endearing thanks to his teasing.
There’s a line I just crossed that can’t be erased, but I give myself permission to relax.
Rhys draws me into his arms with a comforting squeeze. “Don’t worry, I won’t share your fascination with peeping with the rest of the class.”
A small giggle escapes me. Luckily, Rhys pulls me flush against his chest to bury the sound in his shirt.
“Now, turn around and stay quiet, or we might miss the best part.”
Rhys pulls away, playfully cupping a hand over my mouth. He quirks an eyebrow as if to ask if this is okay, so I answer by turning myself slowly, allowing his hand to stay in place.
In the few precious moments I missed, things in the kitchen have escalated.
Knox has Percy bent forward over the counter while he ruthlessly ruts into him from behind. The latter must not mind considering the grunts and moans that carry through the room.
Rhys’s free hand travels over my shoulder and down my arm until his hand is on my hip, his grip firm. “I should be jealous that they’re playing without me, but I’m the lucky one getting to hide in the shadows with you.”
I’m surprisingly... not shocked that the three of them are together , together. The life they’ve built out here in the secluded woods seems cozy, but I bet it gets pretty lonely sometimes, too.
I’m comforted knowing they have each other.
A loud groan echoes through the house, drawing my attention back to the guys in the kitchen. Knox’s head is thrown back, and his body trembles with pure bliss. He looks nothing like the same grumpy man who scowled at me for most of the night once Rhys brought me back here.
I’m even more thrilled and surprised when he growls out an order to Percy to, “Stand up. Turn around.”
As soon as Percy complies, Knox drops to his knees.
Whatever semblance of decorum I might still be holding onto vanishes as slick rushes between my thighs.
Rhys drops his head to my shoulder with a muffled groan. “Fuck, you smell so good. Does seeing that alpha get on his knees have you dripping?”
I nod eagerly. No sense in denying the truth.
As I squirm against him, I squeeze my knees together, looking for some kind of relief.
“Oh, sweet little omega, do you need me to slide my hand between your legs?” His voice is as rushed and desperate as I feel.
Knox isn’t visible anymore, but I see the signs that he’s giving Percy pleasure. Percy’s hand grips the edge of the counter as he thrusts himself forward a little, face scrunched as if he’s fighting hard against the urge to thrust too much.
Before I can second-guess my decision, I’m nodding for Rhys.
“That’s right. Let me take care of you.” His hand is warm against my skin as he slips under the waistband of my borrowed sweatpants. I’m glad I don’t have any underwear on because there’s one less obstacle between us.
Rhys nips at my ear as his finger traces over my clit. “I feel how wet you are. My sweet girl likes to play a little dirty, don’t you?”
My hand shoots up, and I wrap my fingers around his wrist where his hand is still cupped over my mouth. To answer his question, I nip at his skin, hoping the motion spurs him on.
“I bet Knox is swallowing him as deeply as he can right now, trying to drive him crazy. Can’t you picture him running a hand up the back of Percy’s thigh, sliding a finger through his own cum between Percy’s ass cheeks to tease him while he sucks him?”
Rhys coasts his fingers through the mess I’m making before using my slick to slide the pressure of his touch to where I need it most.
“You’re going to soak my hand while Percy fills up Knox’s grumpy mouth, aren’t you?”
As if he can hear Rhys, Percy suddenly stills, grunting as he comes.
The sound of Percy’s pleasure tips me over the edge so hard that Rhys has to move his other hand to my waist to help hold me up as my legs threaten to give out. “That’s right. Come all over my fingers, Belle.”
A few precious moments of bliss pass before clarity sinks in.
I just let a strange alpha finger fuck me in the dark while we spied on the other two members of his pack during an intimate moment.
“You better sneak back upstairs before we get caught, my sweet snow bunny... And I gotta go change my shorts.”
Rhys maneuvers in front of me and gestures to his light blue pajama pants so that I can see the evidence for myself of the wet spot staining the crotch of his pants a darker blue. Knowing he came in his pants just from touching me while we played voyeurs together is so hot.
He winks and leans over to peck me on the lips before retreating past the staircase down the hall to where the other bedrooms are. I’m left standing alone in shock, frozen for too long before I realize I need to get a move on, too.
Except it’s too late for that.
When I spare a last glance toward the kitchen, Knox’s eyes meet mine.
As my heart rate skyrockets, I launch myself toward the stairs, running up them as quickly as I can now that I know the noise is no longer my biggest concern. When I reach the bedroom, I snap the door closed behind me and rush toward the bed, pausing only long enough to make sure the personal heater is all the way off before I dodge back under the covers.
I lie in still silence for several minutes before I decide I must be in the clear for tonight, and no one is coming to chastise me over being a peeper right away. The embarrassment still lingers, heavy and uncomfortable like a weight sitting on my chest. My mind races, replaying the scene where Knox caught me over and over, each replay only making me feel worse.
Eventually, I roll over with a groan and bury my face in the pillow that smells the best. Hopefully, when I wake up, this will all have been a weird– and uncomfortably wet –dream.