Chapter 47
TESSA
Dixon's hands found my waist, his erection pressing insistently just above my belly button.
"Fuck, I've dreamed about this," he growled, leaning down to trail his lips across my forehead before cupping my face with both hands and gently tilting my head back.
He moved a little closer, dick pushing more firmly against me.
Tray stood behind me. He soaked my hair with a shower wand before working shampoo into my scalp, his nimble fingers surprisingly tender.
"Gotta get you clean before we get you dirty again," he teased, before giving my hair a gentle tug that made my head tilt. When he loosened his hold, I tried to look over my shoulder at him, but all I could see was one of his deep dimples and the tip of his curving smile. He coated my hair in a mask conditioner after rinsing the shampoo. They’d bought these amazing mango-scented curl products, and they smelled like heaven.
Once the deep treatment was done, Tray worked a balm into my hair, distributing it before scrunching the slippery waves.
Mac was on my left, soap-slick hands sliding over my arm, the curve of my waist, down my thigh and calf.
Ryder worked my other side in a similar fashion.
They both carefully avoided where I wanted them most. How could they be so disciplined right now?
I wanted them to lose control and speed us towards climax.
"Stop teasing me," I whimpered, my body trembling between their quartet.
Tray wrapped his arms around me, pressing his body against my back. I could feel his hardness pushing down the length of my ass crack. He chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest and resonating through my wet, naked body.
"Let go, Tessa. Don’t rush it. Just enjoy every damn second." His boyish voice fell a few octaves deeper, lust lacing his words.
My knees weakened as Dixon pressed a hand between my breasts and ran it, achingly slow, downward.
He traced the left crease where my thigh met my pussy, whispered his fingers across my womanhood, and then trailed upward along the right crease.
I squirmed, body pulsing desperately. I locked eyes with him, and that’s what he seemed to be waiting for—our gazes colliding as he finally ventured into that sacred space between my legs.
He pushed between my swollen, throbbing lips, barely grazing my clit before retreating.
“Dammit,” I moaned in a throaty voice. Dixon only grinned in return.
“Let’s sit you down,” Ryder’s voice carried through the foggy, heated shower space.
He took my elbow, and the other men parted so I could be guided towards the built-in stone bench.
He turned me, and I moved like a marionette doll without a thought of my own.
When he started pushing me gently down, my knees were locked in place.
I was still in my head too much. Tray was right.
I needed to just let go. Just enjoy every moment.
"Sit, Tessa,” Ryder said, his voice a low rumble. "Let us do everything else.”
So, I sat. And when he dropped down in front of me, pushing my knees apart so he could position between my legs, I bit my lower lip, eyes wide, and I waited.
He held out his hand, and Tray placed the shower head handle against his palm.
First, Ryder positioned it over his own head, his dark hair immediately plastering against his skull while warm rivulets traced down the firm planes of his body.
I couldn't tear my eyes away from the hypnotic trails of water navigating the topography of his chest. God, his abdomen was ripple after ripple of athletic muscle.
Wetness beaded against the dark trail of hair below his navel, and I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry despite the surrounding steam.
I was in a shower with Oblivion Haze. I was naked with Oblivion Haze. My Alphas were freaking spectacular.
I felt exposed and vulnerable and exhilarated all at once as Ryder adjusted the wand’s settings, testing the temperature against his wrist, before lowering the head to spray against my womanhood.
The first touch of the water against my inner thigh made me jolt slightly.
Ryder’s eyes darkened as he used two fingers to part my pussy, teasing the water against my opening before spraying it directly at my clit.
He moved the shower head slowly, circling around the swollen mound.
I gripped the edges of the bench; bolts of sensation already beginning to wrack my body and wreck my ability to think.
I clamped my eyes shut against the uncontrollable, building waves.
My ass threatened to slip off the bench and suddenly someone steadied me.
I parted my damp lashes, finding Dixon on his knees to my left.
He pushed me back in place against the soapy stone.
"Easy," he murmured as he ducked his head down towards my upper chest and caught my left nipple between his teeth.
Slick gushed out of my body as Ryder continued to slowly move the almost too-warm stream around and around.
All our bodies plumed scent into the air, our chemistries mingling and marrying one another until we were surrounded by the most sensational perfume.
I arched my back, eyes shutting again as Dixon nibbled and sucked. My body threatened to slip again, and someone else moved to the floor on my right, their hands pressing against my back and stomach. Long, lean fingers. Piano hands. Mac.
“Behind you, Dix,” Tray’s voice pressed into my mind, the darkness behind my eyes kept exploding with little fireworks.
“Warm up,” Dixon responded, mouth off my nipple now, as if it was a code word.
I opened my eyes again, finding Tray leaning around Dixon’s body.
As Dixon started kneading my breast and kissing my shoulder, Tray’s hand was massaging his pack brother’s cock from base to tip.
They both froze for a heartbeat as I studied them, as if they were unsure how I’d feel about their actions.
Seeing them that way shot red-hot pleasure through my groin.
Taking one hand off the bench, I reached over and wrapped my fingers around Tray’s.
I urged him back into motion, sliding up and down Dixon’s glossy, hot dick.
“Don’t stop,” I said, to reinforce my acceptance. Why was Tray touching Dixon so damn sexy? Had they always felt this way about one another? Why hadn’t I seen it before now?
Tray's grin was wicked as he resumed his stroking, and Dixon buried his face against my chest once more.
"Fuck, that's hot," Dixon groaned against my skin, his voice rough with desire. "Our little Omega likes watching us together.”
“I—” I moaned out the one word, as bolts of sensation stole my ability to speak. I had to gasp before rushing out the rest of my sentence. “—love watching.”
The shower sprayed against my clit was becoming almost too much, pleasure building to an impossible peak.
My hips started moving of their own accord, grinding against the water pressure as Ryder expertly adjusted the angle.
Mac's fingers traced patterns on my back while his other hand slid down to cup my breast, thumb circling my nipple in rhythm with the water's pulsing.
"That's it, beautiful," Ryder murmured, his amber eyes locked on my face. "Let us see you fall apart."
I was close, so close, my entire body tensing as the orgasm built.
Watching Tray's hand work Dixon's length while Dixon's mouth worshipped my skin was pushing me over the edge faster than I'd ever experienced. There wasn’t a sex toy on the planet that could replace this feeling.
The combination of sensations—water, hands, mouths, the intoxicating scent of four aroused Alphas clouding around me— was everything I never knew I wanted.
I could drown in the deliciousness of it all.
"I'm going to—" I gasped, just as I started to come. My body shook, and staying on the bench wasn’t an option. I slipped forward. Both Mac and Dixon’s arms were ready, waiting.
They caught me, cradling me as I surrender to the pleasure.
When I could open my eyes, all I could do was giggle softly and try to remember how to breathe.
Brain a little fuddled, I blinked several times.
Each time I parted my lashes, something had shifted.
The water was off. The shower head was back in its mount.
Ryder and Tray were standing; their large erections pointed in my direction.
I felt Mac move to my right, sliding his hands from beneath me so he could stand.
The only arms left now were Dixon’s. He shifted my body, pulling me to him before standing.
We filed out of the shower, Dixon only pausing long enough for Mac to drape a plush bathrobe over my shivering body.
The entire bathroom was steamy and warm, but past the glass enclosure was just a few degrees cooler.
"You'll be ours after tonight," Dixon said quietly, his pale eyes intent on my face. "Fully, completely ours."
"I’ve been yours since the moment I arrived," I managed to reply, though my voice sounded breathless even to my own ears. "I just wasn’t ready to admit it.”
His slow smile was all Alpha satisfaction, all possessive pride. "We need to get you a ring."
“I don’t need a ring. I don’t need anything except you four.
” I shook my head, wishing I could prove how little I cared for material things.
I wasn’t that teen anymore, with everything handed to her on a silver platter.
I’d been through tragedy, lost everything, slept on the street in a box.
I’d learned that a person could do without a lot of things and still survive.
Tray moved from behind Dixon, coming into view. “You need a ring just in case some asshole doesn’t see your marks. Though,” he gave a silly, almost wolfish grin that made his dimples sink deeper than ever, “we’re going to make sure your marks are as long lasting as possible. And very visible.”
I wriggled a little at that. Sex education had warned that Alpha marks could be painful. Timing was everything.
“Don’t scare her, Tray,” Mac warned.
“I’m not scared,” I lied.
Dixon's arms tightened. He’d carried me into the bedroom, and he’d stopped us to stand next to the gigantic bed now. He didn’t need to smell the shift in my scent to know I was fibbing; the waver in my voice betrayed me enough. "What's got you worried?"
Heat flooded my cheeks. It was still hard being so exposed all the time. I couldn't hide anything from them, and I wondered if that’s how it always was with strong scent matches. Or maybe… we were just soulmates.
"It's just... the marking part. I know it can be intense,” I admitted.
"Intense, yes," Ryder said, stepping closer to us. Water still dripped from his dark hair, tracing paths down his chest that made my mouth go dry. "And it can hurt. But it’s a beautiful hurt, Tessa."
"We’d never do anything if it was just pain," Mac added, his voice gentle but firm. "Marking releases endorphins. It's biologically designed to feel good, Tessa.”
“You guys act like you’ve done this before,” I don’t know why I said it, or why I felt a little hurt.
“No, God, no,” Dixon hugged me tighter to his chest. “We just know how it’s supposed to be.”
“Okay,” I murmured, worrying my lower lip with my front teeth.
“This is our first time, Tessa,” Ryder placed his hand over mine, which were now knitted together atop the fluffy bathrobe.
“Not in the way it’s my first time,” I murmured.
“And we’ll make it something you can never forget.” Tray had shifted into his serious self, not even the slightest hint of humor. “Your first. Our forever.”
I managed a little nod, staring at them all trustingly. Dixon crawled onto the oversized bed, my body still carried in his arms, and he placed me at the very center.