44. Fuchsia – Meaning Taste
44
FUCHSIA
(LADY’S EAR-DROP)
MEANING: TASTE
OCEAN
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F or a spa that was underground, this place was surprisingly airy. Water cascaded down one rocky wall in a faux waterfall, and gentle music flowed through the air. The atmosphere was calm and quiet as we sat on couches and waited.
The three of them woke me up not long ago, wrapping me in the robe I currently had on, telling me we had spa appointments we needed to get to.
Up until this point, I hadn’t known how much I needed to see my husbands in bathrobes. I’d seen Cam, but the three of them together made me hold back giggles. It wasn’t fair for them to look this hot while wearing terrycloth, for fuck’s sake.
Everett was filling out some paperwork on a small tablet, and Micah used a napkin to clean what was left of his art mess from yesterday off his fingers. Actually, it looked like there might be more of it than before. Had he sketched this morning? I liked seeing it there. He disappeared into his art the way I disappeared into my flowers.
Catching me staring, he smiled. No words were necessary. He held me last night after I’d dreamt that I woke up and these past weeks were a dream. Nothing had happened, and I was still under Frank and Laura’s thumb.
I didn’t think I’d ever experienced the type of panic and horror I felt in those false moments. And Micah chased away that fear in seconds.
A beautiful woman with dark hair approached us. “Are you finished?” She asked Everett.
“Yes.”
“Perfect.” Double checking the paperwork, she glanced at me. Her voice held a light accent. “We’re almost ready for you, Miss Ocean.”
“A female masseuse, please,” Everett said. I raised my eyebrows, and he shrugged. “I don’t want another man’s hands on my wife.”
“I’m sure he would be professional,” I said, even as the employee hid her smile before retreating to the reception desk.
Everett helped me up off the couch. “Professional or not. I don’t want you naked with another man. Doesn’t matter if he’s an Alpha, Beta, or Omega. Only us.”
I tried to make a sassy face and failed, because the possessiveness spread warmth through me. I liked it far more than I should.
A different woman came out from the entrance to the spa. She was blond, beautiful, and even the bland scrubs she wore didn’t hide her body. Her accent matched the others. “Micah?” She called. “You’ll be with me today.”
The air filled with a growl, and it took me long seconds to realize it was coming from me. I was the one growling, and my husbands were all staring at me.
Cameron and Everett grinned. Micah’s face was careful as he stepped close. “Princess?”
I had to force the growl to stop. “If I have to have a woman for my service, then you need a male masseuse.” Then, lower. “I don’t want her touching you.”
They were mine and if they were going to be possessive, then I was going to be possessive right the fuck back. The thought of Micah on a table with that woman spreading oil and whatever else on his skin made rage creep up beneath my skin.
Micah broke out into a smile and pulled me against his side. “You’re absolutely right.”
My fear and anger gave way instantly, my instincts soothed. He rubbed my back through the robe. “Sorry,” I whispered.
“Never be sorry for that, princess.”
Everett was already explaining at the desk. I was sure this wasn’t the first time a pack’s instincts had come out to play. Massages were intimate, and there was some relief in knowing I wasn’t isolated in my reaction.
“I’m sure she’s very nice,” I said. “And professional.”
Micah turned me to him and took his time threading his fingers through my hair and brushing it back off my forehead. “I’m not just agreeing to make you happy, Ocean. I would also be more comfortable. The only hands I truly want on me are yours.”
“Okay.”
He hugged me, tucking my face into the softness of his robe and purring until my masseuse came for me. A dark-haired woman. Not the blonde one from before. She probably was nice, but getting a massage from the person I just growled at was an awkward experience I could live without.
That being said, the massage was incredible. I needed to do this more often. Places I hadn’t even known were tight felt better. It felt like my shoulders had dropped by inches.
“I’ll take you to the recovery room,” my masseuse said. “When you’re ready.”
I groaned. “There’s a recovery room?”
“Yes.” A soft laugh. “Most feel like you do after their service, and need it.”
The room itself was filled with soft chaises and filmy curtains separating them. Snacks and drinks lined a long table, and misters filled with fresh scents made the air pleasantly damp.
Cozy and dim, it was almost like a nest without all the trimmings.
I was the only one in the room at the moment. So I got a cup of water and a plate with some dates and nuts before lounging back on one of the chairs. This might be heaven. It certainly felt that way.
The door opened a few minutes later and a man in scrubs gestured Micah into the room. He smiled when he saw me. “How was yours?”
“Amazing.”
“I’m glad.”
“Was he… okay?” I asked. “I didn’t make it awkward, did I?”
Micah got his own glass of water and some of the chocolate snacks and the dates—which were incredible—before joining me. “No, princess. If you hadn’t said something, I would have.”
“Really?”
“Really.” He sat on my chair, stretching out with me. It wasn’t big enough for both of us, but he didn’t let that stop him, pulling one of my legs over his. “That’s better.”
The oil they used for the massages made him smell impossibly better . Like it had brought every little bit of the chocolate and caramel to the surface. It made the snacks sitting on the table beside us entirely unappealing. But he was.
Micah watched me carefully in that way he had. He never said more than he had to, and when he did speak, he’d already thought about the words.
“What are you thinking?” I asked him.
“Colors. Your colors.”
“My colors?”
He slid his hand over my shoulder, but beneath my robe. “Your skin, hair, and eyes. No matter what light I see them in, they’re beautiful. I want to paint you in all the shades of blue from last night.” Micah’s smile was faint, but his eyes kept traveling over my face like he was trying to memorize me. “Ocean blues.”
Need punched through me.
Earlier, before the massages, my instincts had raced to the surface, and they were still there. I was relaxed, he was so close, and even though he hadn’t been touched by any woman but me, my Omega still felt the need to stake her claim.
I pulled Micah’s robe apart, exposing his chest. “Do you think anyone else but Cam and Rett are going to come in here?”
“I don’t know. Why?”
Dropping my mouth to his skin, I followed my instincts, because I needed to touch him and taste him and if I didn’t, I was going to lose it.
More. I needed more. This wasn’t my heat—they felt different. But sometimes instincts came out of nowhere, and it hurt to fight them.
The robe was in the way. I pushed it off his hips, drawing a path downward with my mouth and tongue. He tasted slightly spicy from the oil with the underlying flavor of him.
My knees hit the tile floor, and he sat up, facing me, and his cock was right there . Curving upward, begging me to do what I’d wanted to for a long time now.
“Princess.” He placed a hand around the side of my neck, using his thumb to tilt my chin up so I couldn’t look away from him. Which was good because his cock was distracting and my mouth watered with the need for it. “Are you sure you want it like this?”
I blinked. All I wanted was him in my mouth. Right now. “What?”
He smiled, eyes warming. “I’ll never say no to having your mouth on me. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about it. But your entire life you’ve been made to feel less than what you are. The sight of you on your knees makes me rock hard, but if anything about being there brings back those memories, or if you ever think I wanted you on your knees for that reason, I’ll never let you kneel. There are other ways.”
Other ways . Those words painted images in my mind as effectively as if Micah were the one painting them. I wanted those other ways. Maybe Cam was right, and I wanted more things than I realized. Maybe learning what it was like to be wanted unlocked more desires.
But no. Not today. I wanted to be right where I was. “I’m sure.”
And it needed to happen now .
I didn’t think any more, leaning forward and taking the tip of him between my lips. Thank fuck for instincts, because I’d never done this before. The other experiences I’d told them about hadn’t involved oral in either direction. We hadn’t gotten that far.
My eyes fluttered closed because he tasted just like I imagined. Better than I imagined. Melted chocolate and buttery caramel. That flavor would only get sharper, and I wanted it.
More of him. I needed more of him.
Micah groaned softly, a hand landing on my hair. But he did nothing other than remind me he was there. Part of me wanted to ask him to show me what he wanted, but the desperation zinging along my spine didn’t have time for that.
Later. I would ask him later.
I moved my lips down the side of his shaft, using my tongue until I’d touched every part of him. Nervous energy tingled in my fingertips when I reached his balls. Was this okay? Would he?—
“ Fuck .”
He swore the second my lips touched his skin there.
“Ocean.” It sounded like he was barely holding himself back from taking control, and that sent power surging through me. Micah tasted darker here. Addictive.
Sinking into the lust and power, I took his balls completely into my mouth and moaned. I’d waited too long to do this. The only thing that would stop the craving was his pleasure on my tongue.
Moving back to the tip, I sank onto him. There was no way to take all of him in my mouth. Not without practice, at least. But I did what I could, even when my eyes watered and I didn’t think I could go further. I needed it.
I barely registered the sound of the door opening. Everett’s voice was firm. “This room is off limits until we’re finished.”
Had someone seen me? I didn’t care. Not while I was drowning in Micah and wanted him to come. I wasn’t Ocean at the moment. I was only an Omega, and I was desperate .
Hands peeled the robe from my shoulders, and warmth lined my back. “This is a sight to walk in on, sweetheart,” Cameron whispered in my ear.
“Don’t stop me.”
“I’m not going to stop you. I’m going to help you.”
I dove back onto Micah’s cock, now savoring the slide of him on my tongue. He felt different now. The angle was harder for me to take and somehow making me want more.
He’d stood up.
Micah now towered over me, looking down with dark fire in his eyes. My gaze slid up every ridge of muscle and the way his arms flexed with need. One corner of his mouth lifted, telling me absolutely everything.
Such a tiny movement didn’t have any right to be so fucking hot .
Fingers wove into my hair and took control of my movements. But not Micah. Cameron. His voice was low and dangerous. “You told me in Venisi you wanted to taste all of us.”
I whined, barely moving my mouth away. “I need it.”
“You want to taste all of us? Right now?”
Cameron was pressed against me, but I felt the way he’d turned. The way his hand was moving near my hip, stroking his cock in quick, firm strokes.
All of them.
Together.
What had been heat turned into an inferno. Perfume exploded in a cloud around me, and between my thighs I was so wet I might leave remnants on the tile. But I didn’t do anything about it. The only thing that would put out the fire was them and the need to claim them after others—no matter who—had touched them.
I nodded, unable to speak with my mouth full. So fucking full.
“You don’t have to think about anything, sweetheart. We see how much you need it.”
Another whine, my body shaking with it.
Cameron guided me further onto Micah’s cock, and I took more than I had before. I let go, and I loved letting go. There was beauty in knowing that they would take care of it. Take care of me . Even while I was doing something for them, they had me.
It was the reason I could be on my knees without fear. The reason I wasn’t thinking about the way my naked body looked from above or in the awkward position of kneeling. They were safe.
“You’re going to let him fuck your mouth until he comes all over your tongue.” Cameron murmured the words into my neck, still holding my head where he wanted it, still stroking his cock. Everett was somewhere behind us. I heard the sounds of his pleasure too.
“And when he does, you’re going to let that taste you want so badly coat every part of your mouth, and you’re going to keep it open, understand?”
I closed my eyes. Brutal arousal had its fist closing around my ribs. It was hard to breathe, and all I wanted was for this sensation and the feeling of them to suffocate me.
“Understand, wife? You keep your mouth open so Rett and I can come between those fuckable lips of yours, and then you’ll be tasting all of us together.”
A shudder rolled through my whole body. I didn’t need to tell him I understood. That was crystal fucking clear.
“Look at me, princess.”
I managed to open my eyes and look up at Micah. He took my face in his hands, and something surged. The control he’d wanted and given to me because he knew I needed it. I gave it back willingly, and nothing had ever felt so right.
He took my mouth. Hard, fast, and deep. I didn’t know how long it took and I didn’t care because the feeling of him fucking me was everything.
“There,” he groaned. “There it is.”
Micah pulled back and spilled into my mouth. I reached for him and held on because if I didn’t hold on to something, I was going to give in and swallow him because he tasted so fucking good and it was all I wanted.
New fingers gripped the top of my hair, turning me. Everett. He barely put his cock to my lips before he came, shuddering. Oh, fuck. I needed?—
The richness of him. His almond was the strongest, spinning together with Micah and calming something in me. It was almost perfect.
Almost.
Why was this what I needed?
Fuck the questions and anything else that told me I shouldn’t want this. I shoved them aside with any judgment and doubt. Who gave a shit? No one else was here but the four of us, and we were all that mattered.
Cam stepped in front of me and smirked, pressing the head of his cock against my lower lip. He closed his eyes, hips jerking as he came. His cum mixed with theirs, adding the sharpness of lemons and that elusive hint of sugar.
“Swallow us, wife.”
I did, without hesitation.
It was the three of them, but so much more than that together. My Omega preened with the knowledge that she’d done that. She’d made them come and taken it all.
Micah lifted my chin once more and ran his thumb along my lip. He quirked an eyebrow with an amused smile. “Feel better?”
“I don’t know what came over me.”
Slowly, Everett helped me back into the robe before lifting me to my feet. “We don’t always have to know. And instincts or not, your mouth is a fucking miracle.”
“You haven’t even been inside it yet.”
He tied the sash of the robe and tugged me into his still-naked body. “ Yet , being the key part of that sentence.”
I swallowed again. The flavor of my husbands still sat heavy on my tongue. It seemed impossible for them to taste so good, or to want to get down on my knees just to have them do it all over again.
Cameron noticed my blush and took my hand, spinning me under his arm with a grin. “Don’t go shy on us, sweetheart. That was incredible.”
“Not shy, just weird.”
He laughed. “Weird?”
“Yeah.” I cleared my throat. “That might be the best thing I’ve ever tasted.”
Still slowly dancing me around the room, Cameron started to purr. They all did. “I’m not sure I can tell you how much my Alpha loves that. But I still don’t know why it’s weird.”
“Because I can’t tell people that,” I said, breaking into laughter. “If someone asks me my favorite flavor, I can’t just tell them it’s my husband’s cum.” My voice wavered on the last word, and I blushed over my entire body. The embarrassment made sweat begin to gather. I wasn’t ashamed of it, and yet I’d been so trained to be embarrassed by everything to do with pleasure and me that I couldn’t help it.
Everett stole me away from Cam and kissed me. The way he loved to kiss me. Consuming me so deeply I didn’t know up from down. Open mouths, tangling tongues, and my every breath belonging to him. “You can tell people whatever you want, little nymph. I would happily tell people that my favorite thing to eat is my wife’s pussy. The only reason I haven’t is because I don’t want you to murder me in my sleep.”
“I wouldn’t murder you.” I smacked his arm.
“No? Then I’m finding the nearest reporter.”
“ No .”
He smirked before unlocking the door. “Our favorites will be just for us then.”
My breathing eased. I didn’t want them to shout it to the world, but I liked knowing I was their favorite too. “Just for us.”