25. Honeysuckle
25
HONEYSUCKLE
MEANING: BONDS OF LOVE; DEVOTED AFFECTION; GENEROUS AFFECTION; LASTING PLEASURE
MICAH
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T he taste of my wife’s pussy was pure heaven. Her scent put me on the floor, but burying my face between her thighs was transcendence. I could stay here forever, feasting on her and on the gasps she let out in time with my tongue.
She didn’t like being in this position. I could tell. Because she thought it wasn’t flattering. Or that we were going to see the way her lush body folded against the tub and suddenly be repulsed. I wished there was a way to show her it was never going to fucking happen.
Once she knew we were her Alphas, and once we bonded her, she would be able to feel it. I hated that she didn’t know, but I also understood that she wouldn’t believe us if we told her. She barely believed I wanted to have my mouth on her, let alone a commitment for life.
She was already sweet, the water not having washed away all of her first orgasm. I wanted another one. I craved the feeling of her finding pleasure.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Cameron said. He stood to the side, stroking his cock. On purpose. Ocean could look and just see him and how hard he was. For her. It was all for her, and wouldn’t ever be for anyone else.
Without a doubt, we would have ended up here. As soon as we’d seen Ocean across that ballroom, we’d been enamored. Scenting her and realizing she was ours was like winning the goddamn lottery. Nothing could ever compare to that. But we would be here. With her. Either way.
On some level, all three of us knew we were going to make her our wife.
I licked upward, using my tongue to well and truly fuck my wife before curving it back around her clit and listening to her moan. Feeling when she shifted back into me, begging for more and when she relaxed like I was going easy on her.
My smile couldn’t be stopped, and I hoped she felt it. I wasn’t going easy on her. I was finding out what she liked so I could never go easy on her again. The three of us wanted her mindless with pleasure. Because pleasure was the way through. For her to understand that she was it, and we wanted her. Pleasure and tenderness.
I wanted this, but I wanted those sweet laughs and smiles too. To take all that pain she’d pushed aside and show her it was over now.
And at the moment, she was holding back.
Pulling away, I bit her ass. She yelped, and I smoothed the bite with my tongue. “You’re tensing up.”
“I feel?—”
Her words stopped when I sucked her clit between my teeth, grazing it. It was swollen from her orgasm and my mouth. But we could do better than that. “The only thing you need to feel is my mouth,” I lowered my voice and spoke into her skin so she felt the words everywhere. “Now let me taste your pleasure, princess.”
I unleashed myself, focusing on those little movements I noticed she’d liked. Her hips moved backwards, silently begging for more, and I was more than happy to give it to her. Fucking thrilled when she groaned, fresh sweetness seeping across my tongue.
Fuck me. I would never have enough. There would never be a time when I wasn’t addicted to my Omega’s scent and taste. My wife’s flavor.
Soon I’d have her ride my face so I could fuck her with my tongue properly and drown me with every climax I gave her.
Cameron stepped out of the tub and held out a hand to her. “The only reason I’m not picking you up right now is because I know it makes you nervous, and I don’t want you to worry about either of us slipping on the tile.”
She took his hand, but didn’t move yet. Her whole body still moved while she caught her breath from the orgasm. “Could I have a towel? I don’t want to make a mess on your bed.”
He went to his knees in front of her so their faces were level. “So you don’t make a mess or we don’t look at you?” I couldn’t see her face, but I saw the way she stiffened. “Because if I’m doing it right, you’re going to make a mess in my bed either way, sweetheart.”
“Bubbles,” she said quietly. “I want to wipe off the bubbles.”
Cameron winked. “Then I’ll help you.”
Our Omega let him help her up and out of the tub. I couldn’t help but watch those same bubbles slide down her body. Over those dimples just above her ass and downward. It probably wasn’t normal to crave licking the water from someone’s skin, but I wanted to with Ocean. Every part of her.
Faint red marks still existed from the boning of those fucking corsets they made her wear, the bandages still at the top of her back. I had to push the thoughts aside, because it wasn’t the time for me to fall into the pit of rage those marks sent me to.
The pale gray towel Cameron used wasn’t big enough. I made a mental note to get towels that could wrap all the way around her. Envelop her, so she could be as an Omega was supposed to be.
Hell, along with the lingerie collection, we could do a bed and bath collection with the new Firefly launch. I’d never thought about the size of bath towels before, but then again, I’d never had to. Appropriate sizes didn’t end with clothing. I needed to integrate that into everything.
I should have thought of that without seeing it firsthand. We kept our clothing available for all sizes, so it made sense.
Thankfully, Ocean wasn’t focused on the size of the towel, but on the way Cameron was drying her off. Taking his time, kissing what he dried until the tan of her skin turned pink with attention.
“No more mess,” he murmured to her.
With Cameron standing in front of her, staring, she began to wilt. He didn’t let it happen, grabbing her hand and pulling her into the bedroom while Everett and I scrambled to dry ourselves and follow.
But I stopped in the doorway to watch. Our wife was still nervous, in spite of everything. I didn’t want to overwhelm her again.
Cameron rearranged the bed, stacking pillows together against the headboard. Pulling back the blankets and making it perfect. “There.”
I watched Ocean’s toes and fingers curl and release in little motions that were louder than words.
My gut told me now . I approached Ocean from behind and slid my hands around her ribs. “What’s wrong, princess?”
“No—” She caught herself before she could dismiss whatever it was. That was good. Pulling one long breath in, she let it out and relaxed back into me. “I just want to be like everyone else. Able to fall into bed without having to rearrange things just because I’m…”
Pulling her head to the side, I kissed her neck. “I promise, wife, none of us will have a problem bending you over the nearest available surface to take you hard and fast.”
Her breath hitched, so I went a step further, purring and stepping her forward, closer to the bed and Cameron. “In every other aspect of our lives, we work to make our bodies comfortable. Clothes, sheets, temperature. Why should it be different for sex? We want you to be comfortable, and taking a minute to rearrange some pillows so you feel good isn’t going to make us want to fuck you less.”
Sex wasn’t one-size-fits-all any more than most clothing. And yes, there were things we would do differently because of Ocean’s size. That didn’t bother me. I wanted her to feel good, and us to feel good. Nothing else came into it, especially other people’s opinions or their favorite sex positions.
Cameron grinned and snagged her hand, pulling her out of my arms. She was off balance, and he caught her, spinning them so she landed on her back, right on the pillows with his body on top of hers. “That’s better,” he whispered before he kissed her. “Now you’re all mine.”
“For the moment,” Everett said.
Our wife was flushed, eyes wide, dark hair spread across the pillow in a little starburst. Cameron fit himself against her and held there. Even feet away, I felt the self-control he had to use in order to stop. “Are you going to let me fuck you, sweetheart?”
She nodded.
“I need to hear you say yes, wife.”
Wetting her lips, she whispered the word. “Yes.”