Chapter 30
Chapter Thirty
D axton
I trace my fingertips over the bite marks we made last night as the new morning sunlight plays out across her skin. She smiles up at me and strokes her own fingers against my cheek.
“They look so damn beautiful,” I say, shaking my head, entranced by the three perfect marks on the base of her throat. Red and raw and real. Not a figment of my imagination. Real. We did this. We sealed the bond. We’re a pack. Harper is ours. “Does it hurt?” I ask her.
She shakes her head and sighs. “No, it feels really nice.” She shrugs her shoulders. “All tingly and sensitive.”
“And no regrets about this?” Owen says, leaning down to kiss her shoulder.
“Absolutely none,” she says, her hands resting on her belly.
“I have,” I say. Her eyes widen in horror.
“You do?”
“Yeah, I regret we didn’t do this sooner.” I shake my head. “Ten years we lost. Ten years we could have been doing this.” I lean down myself and kiss the mark I made only yesterday.
“Don’t regret it,” she says, combing her fingers through my hair. “Life’s too short for regrets. Let’s just enjoy the here and now. Because this,” she sighs again, “is pretty damn perfect.”
“Oh yeah, what’s perfect about it, Harp?” Owen asks. He ghosts his finger over her nipple and all of us alphas watch transfixed as the velvet crinkles and stiffens into a peak. Shit, that never gets old. It’s like magic.
“Well, that,” she says blissfully, “and that,” she peers down her body to where Wyatt has her foot in his hands and is massaging her soles, “and that,” she points to her bite marks. “I feel like some kind of princess living a life of luxury.”
“We’re going to treat you like a princess,” Wyatt promises. “Anything you want, anything you need, we’re going to give it to you.”
“Really?” she says, arching an eyebrow. “Because what I want and what I need is …” She slides her foot from Wyatt’s hand and traces her big toes down his chest, over his abs and to his groin. One grind of her foot against his cock and he’s already hardening. “In fact, it’s what my doctors ordered.”
He looks at her sternly, then removes his glasses, taking his time to fold in the arms and she rubs her foot up and down his stiff cock.
“And are these doctors we can trust? Or were they a bunch of quacks?”
“I hear they have very good reputations. I certainly felt as if I was in good hands.”
Wyatt tuts, stroking his chin and shaking his head.
“Alpha,” she protests with a pout.
Owen chuckles. “Such a damn brat.”
“Definitely,” I say. “And this doctor happens to think there’s only one cure for that. A little spanking.”
Harper rolls over and up onto her hands and knees, then wiggles her ass right in Wyatt’s direction.
“Spank away, doctors,” she says.
“This doctor happens to think she needs a spank and a fuck.” Wyatt takes a firm grip of her hips and drags her backwards over the mattress and onto his cock. She wiggles her ass again, and he gives her a playful slap followed by two more, each making her moan.
“I don’t think that will be enough,” I tell her. “I think this needy little omega requires more.”
“More?” she says, that bratty look still twinkling in her eyes.
I shuffle forward on my knees and line my cock up with her pretty pink mouth.
“Double cock ought to do it.”
Wyatt fucks her lazily from behind as she rings her tongue around my cock head.
“Good girl,” I tell her, “but it’s not a lollipop. You need to suck your medicine!”
She takes me into her mouth and hollows out her cheeks. I groan. That feels divine and she always looks so good caught between our pack like this.
I stroke her hair away from her face, then twine it around my fist. “Going to join us Dr. Stanton?” I ask, peering over to Owen.
“Nah,” he says, resting back on his elbows, eyes hazy with lust. “I’m enjoying the spectacle. My own private view of the Eiffel tour.”