Chapter Nineteen — Trinity #2
Theo turned me to Bastian, who already had my body wash in hand.
Bastian’s ribs were covered in the tattoos that I’d glimpsed through his hoodie that night.
Abstract. Lines that reminded me of a topographical map curving around most of his ribs and torso.
Intermingling with the lines were so many smaller elements that I couldn’t quite focus on them.
Not when I was also seeing the curved, pierced cock in front of me.
Bars ran along the top, both hot and intimidating.
“You live alone,” Theo said. “You have an intense job. Until about an hour ago, you were single.” I smiled at that. “And your list, which is incredible, by the way, all emphasizes kinks and situations where you’re not in control.”
“Yeah…”
Gathering up all my hair into one hand, Theo pulled my head back so he could speak into my ear.
“What I mean is, you’re spending all your time working a job that has high demands.
That doesn’t leave a lot of time to take care of yourself.
You must be exhausted when all you crave is for someone to lift all the decisions from your shoulders.
No wonder you’re tired. You’re relieved. ”
Ohhhh.
I leaned into his hold, feeling the slide of Bastian’s hands on my soapy skin. Both of them washed me slowly and with intention. More than once I reached out to help them from pure habit. Theo simply lifted my hand away and kept going.
The humidity in the air grabbed onto our scents and made them stronger. I stood caught in the contrast between the sweetness of Theo’s almond and the dark, rich sharpness of Bastian’s leather and cloves.
One of the detachable shower heads was used to rinse my hair, and fuck, it felt like pure luxury. Brooks poured water from a small bucket to rinse off my body, all of them touching me now.
Part of me wanted to ask them to stand against the wall so I could see all of them. All of them.
“I think you’re right,” I said. “I think I am relieved. I’m sorry if I don’t seem… exuberant enough.”
Theo nodded at Bastian. “Arms?”
I was against the tile before my next breath, arms pinned above my head.
Theo took his time adjusting the shower heads so they still poured over my body.
The others watched with interest, and suddenly I understood why Isolde enjoyed letting Hawk watch.
There was something unbelievably erotic about seeing someone watch you the way they were. It made heat spread under my skin.
Theo was tall and broad, the way swimmers could be. And his hands were big enough that when he pressed his palm to the center of my chest, he nearly covered all of it.
Water clung to his hair, slicking it down to his skin. Drops clung to his lashes. He leaned close, the soft, delicious scent of almond stronger in the damp air. “We want you to have exactly the reactions that you have. You’re ours, remember? There aren’t restrictions on it. Now, how do you feel?”
“What do you mean?”
One corner of his mouth tipped up. “Are you going to worry about the way you smell when I get on my knees and eat this pussy?”
“No, I won’t worry.” Not when they’d washed me so thoroughly. I shivered even though the water was hot. “And you don’t have to do that.”
The hand on my chest shifted upward, curling gently around my throat. Fuck, they didn’t need to choke me when this did the trick. Just like Bastian at the club.
I was wet enough that I felt it separately from the shower. Perfume exploded through the damp air, making every single Alpha groan.
Theo kissed me softly but deeply. “I wasn’t asking for permission.
I am going to eat this pussy because I can’t take a breath of your scent without my mouth watering, and because I want to.
” The smallest squeeze of his hand. “You’re not in charge anymore, little Omega.
You have your safe words. Can you use them? ”
I mean, his words were making me breathless, but, “Yes.”
“Then, unless you are using them, spread your legs.”
A whole new wave of perfume escaped, but I obeyed him, and the second I did, the weight of the whole fucking world slid off my shoulders.
His hand stayed around my throat as he knelt, only letting go to push my legs farther apart. He licked into me slowly. His groan filled the echoey space along with my sipped gasps.
Sensations battered me from every side. The scent of all of us blending in the shower. Them watching me, hard with need and stroking themselves. Bastian’s firm grip around my wrists, rendering me helpless. Theo’s tongue swirling around my clit before he plunged it deep.
All the pent-up arousal from going through the list last night, then reading theirs, then seeing them like this—my voice echoed in ragged pants, and I tried to quiet myself down.
“No,” Bastian growled. “Let them hear.”
Embarrassment rose to the surface just to be beaten back by Theo’s hands on my hips, pinning them exactly where he wanted while he consumed me. “Feels so good,” I managed. “Almost. Not enough.”
“Not enough for what?” Logan asked.
“To come.”
Theo bit the inside of my thigh and looked up at me. “I’m not trying to make you come.”
I gaped at him. “What?”
The smile that slid onto his face was slow and devastating. “I’m licking this pretty pink cunt because it belongs to me and I want to. Do I want you to come? Sure. Am I going to make you come regularly? Absolutely. Right now? I am playing with my new toy.”
White-hot arousal erupted inside me, and the next sweeps of his tongue had me going over the edge. I writhed against their hold. The pleasure was too much. It was going to drown me. Waves of it sharpening and fading the longer Theo sucked on my clit. Until I sagged against the shower wall, spent.
Theo took me back from Bastian and kissed me hard, drowning me with his presence and scent and flavor the same way he drowned me with that orgasm.
“Every word of what I said was true,” he said quietly, giving me a chance to catch my breath. Dropping to a whisper, “but I also knew that would turn you the fuck on. Objectification.”
I swallowed, clinging to him, still trying to catch my breath and my balance. “That’s the big one I don’t understand.”
“Because it feels wrong?”
“A little,” I said. “I don’t know why being treated like an object makes me feel that way. I don’t feel like it should.”
“Not just any object,” Theo said. “An irreplaceable object made for our pleasure. Even if degradation wasn’t a hard limit for you, it’s not something we enjoy. You will never be a thing to be tossed around or discarded. You will only ever be something fucking sacred.”
The word echoed in the shower with finality. No one disagreed.
“You are not an object, Trinity. But there’s nothing wrong with pretending to be. Or getting off on someone enjoying you purely for their own pleasure.”
That’s the way it made me feel. When he was on his knees, I didn’t feel anything but treasured. Precious. Chosen. Being their plaything was to be on a pedestal and have a place of honor.
Every kink had its facets. I was sure there were others who liked objectification for the degradation. More power to them. That would never be me. But their pleasure brought my pleasure, so being used for it made fireworks burst behind my eyes.
No matter how strange anyone else might find it.
Theo held me close under the water, his very hard cock pressed between us, along with something cold. I looked up at him. “You’re pierced too?”
“I am.”
“There’s so much I don’t know about all of you.”
He kissed my forehead. “You have all the time you need to learn it.”
Logan held a towel open for me, wrapping me in it carefully. I loved that they were three steps ahead and I didn’t have to think about it. But…
“You said you guys were feral. But all of you haven’t had the chance to touch me.”
Without any warning, Bastian scooped me up off the floor with nothing but a towel around his waist and carried me away to the others’ laughter. “We will all have the chance. Don’t worry about that.”
“It’s hard not to.”
We entered his room, with rich mahogany brown walls and dark woods. Sleek and gorgeous. He laid me on the bed and climbed over me, hair still dripping. “You gave us free use, Trinity.”
I frowned. “And?”
“And if any of us want to fuck you now, we can.”
Oh. I saw his point. I didn’t need to worry if all of them were satisfied, because if they wanted me, they could have me until I used my safe word. That small sparkle of lingering worry vanished.
“Now,” he pulled back the covers and helped me beneath them before turning off the lights. “You’ll keep my cock warm while we sleep.”
I was already sinking down into the pillows, sleep beckoning. But low arousal gathered in my core. Something I probably needed to get used to around all of them. “I will?”
“Yes.”
Bastian turned me toward him and lifted my leg over his hip, taking his time, slowly entering me and pushing deep. Until he was entirely inside me and curled around me.
“Sleep,” he whispered.
I did.