The Bathroom
Skyla
Dakota’s fingers comb through my hair, slick with suds. His blunt nails brush against my scalp, making my toes curl against the porcelain. He’s mid-story, grinning so wide his face must hurt.
“So there’s Alex,” he says, all drama in his voice, “showing off like he always does. And he gets this brilliant idea to flip the damn tractor tire—really laying it on, flexing those big boy muscles.”
I giggle, tipping my head back into his hands as he scrubs.
“And what happens?” he goes on, eyes flashing with mischief. “He flips it way too hard, and the damn thing goes rogue. It lands right on Knox’s foot.”
My mouth drops open. “No!”
Dakota barks out a laugh as he dips a plastic cup into the tub, then begins rinsing away the shampoo. “Broke two of Knox’s toes. You should’ve heard the cussing. I thought he was gonna take Alex’s head off.”
I feel awful for laughing, but I can't help myself. “Poor Knox,” I say, covering my smile with a soapy hand.
Dakota cuts me a look. “He’s an alpha, Sky. By the next day, those piggies were good as new. Healed like it never happened.”
I tilt my head toward him, leaning toward his lovely lilac scent. He’s so close I can see the flecks of gold in his honey-colored eyes and the smattering of freckles scattered across the bridge of his nose. He’s handsome in a way that feels young and boyish, almost disarming.
And I can’t help but wonder just how soft those lips are.
“Do you want to know a secret?” Dakota’s voice dips lower as he glances toward the doorway.
Then he leans right against my ear, clearly not wanting the alphas to hear.
“Knox’s pinky toe is still a little crooked—and he gets real pissed at Alex when people point it out.
So if Alex is ever annoying you, just bring up Knox’s funky toe and watch our pack alpha tear into him. ”
“I’ll remember that.” I laugh, but it’s more nerves than anything else.
How can a beta smell so good?
Dakota shifts as he sits back up, his tiny footstool scraping against the tile.
I stare at his bare chest as he leans back.
The soft grooves in his abs and broad shoulders catch the light from the tiny bathroom window.
I can’t help watching the way his arms flex as he drags the washcloth slowly over my arms, then across my chest.
The cloth trails over my collarbone, then lower, slipping across the swell of my breasts. The cooling fabric makes me shiver, and I know Dakota can feel the way my nipples pebble under his touch. His cheeks flame, pink climbing all the way to his ears, but his hand never falters.
“So,” he clears his throat like it’s too tight, “what do you want for breakfast tomorrow morning?”
I blink at him, caught off guard. “Oh—I can feed myself.”
Dakota scoffs, giving me this scandalized look like I just told him I planned to eat gravel. “Nonsense. It’s my turn to cook.”
My lips twitch. “You all take turns?”
“Just with breakfast.” He gives a little shrug, carefully dipping the washcloth back into the warm water before running it along my arms again. It’s like he needs something to do with his hands. “Tadeo likes cooking dinner. He says it’s like meditating after work. It clears his head.”
I hum, then close my eyes as the cloth drifts down again, slow and careful, between my breasts.
Dakota’s touch is gentle, but the heat sparking in my belly is anything but.
I peek at the beta through my lashes, catching the way his blush deepens, biting his lip like he’s the one being teased right now.
Dakota’s throat bobs as he wrings out the cloth, his eyes flicking everywhere but at me. Finally, he clears his throat, voice low and rough. “Sky…can you—um—part your legs a little?”
A sharp pulse of heat cuts through me, and I obey, letting my knees drift wider under the water.
Dakota’s breath catches as he stares at my sex through the clear water, and then he carefully places the washcloth on the inside of my thigh.
He moves it in slow circles with careful pressure, like he’s afraid I’ll shatter if he pushes too hard.
The way he’s touching me makes me think about last night.
The way Dakota sat so still at the edge of the bed, watching Knox rut me like an animal. The beta’s wide, bright eyes drank down every subtle movement of my body. He touched his own cock, jerking slowly, but he never touched me. Not once.
Maybe he isn’t allowed?
The thought barely forms before the cloth travels further up my legs, over the tender crease of my thigh. Dakota drags it slow, deliberate, then it grazes over my pussy—the faintest brush—and the air rips out of my chest. My hips jerk forward on instinct, chasing his touch.
“Can you—” His voice breaks when his stunning eyes lock hard onto mine. They’re wide and hungry, making my heart flutter.
Dakota’s gaze dips once to my mouth and my lips part without meaning to, my breath shallow, chest rising fast against the water.
The space between us heats as slick begins to gather between my thighs.
Then I move.
I don’t stop to think—I just surge up, crashing my mouth to his, water sloshing around us as I press forward. Dakota’s lips part under mine in shock, but then his hands grab my arms, steadying me.
For a breath, he’s frozen against me—lips a little too firm, unmoving. His hands tremble where they clutch my arms, and my heart stutters, panic licking at the edges of my chest.
This was stupid. I shouldn't have kissed him.
But then…Dakota moves.
He deepens the kiss, hesitant at first, like he’s afraid he’ll scare me off. But when his tongue brushes against my lower lip, I let my mouth fall open, and it’s like something breaks loose inside the beta, and all his hesitation burns away in an instant.
Dakota surges in, tongue sliding past my lips, hot and hungry, consuming me like he’s been starving for this. A groan rumbles low in his chest, and his fingers grip harder, hauling me closer until there’s no space left between us.
It’s not careful anymore. Not soft.
Dakota kisses me like an alpha would. Fierce, claiming, and full of fire.
He shifts, holding me closer. One hand firmly against the small of my back, holding me tight, and the other tangles into my wet hair. He fists it gently, not pulling, just anchoring me to him as if he’s afraid I’ll vanish if he lets go.
I arch against the beta, my palms flattening to the soft grooves of his back, feeling the gentle swoop of muscle beneath my fingertips. My slippery skin and hard nipples slide against his hot, bare chest with every breath.
My goodness, he tastes amazing.
My lungs fill with him—powdery lilac wrapping around me, sweet and grounding, soft where his mouth is all fire. He tastes every inch of me, stealing every bit of breath from my lungs.
I dig my nails into his back, and the world narrows to the feel of his tongue sweeping mine, lips slanting harder, deeper, until I’m dizzy and clutching him like I’ll drown without it.
And then—
“Finish up, you two,” Knox rumbles.
My whole body jolts, and my eyes fly open. I try to jerk away from Dakota, but he holds me close, not letting me run away.
For a split second, my chest seizes, terror ripping through me as my mind paints a picture of Knox flying across the room, his palm cracking across my face for daring to kiss his beta. I even brace for it, muscles tensing, throat tightening around the scream I don’t let out.
But nothing happens.
Knox simply leans against the doorway like he’s been there the whole time, watching us. His broad shoulders are relaxed, and his gaze is steady. He doesn’t look furious. In fact, he doesn’t even look disappointed.
No. He looks…excited?
The pack alpha’s eyes pin me in place, molten heat pouring into my skin until it burns hotter than the bathwater. And that’s when I see the thick outline of his cock straining against his pants, shameless, like he doesn’t give a damn if I notice. Like he wants me to.
“Sorry, alpha,” Dakota smirks at Knox, his arms still locked around me, holding me steady, like he’s not afraid in the least.
I breathe through the jagged edge of my fear, forcing it down. “Sorry.” My voice is barely a whisper as the panic in my chest begs to take over.
But Knox’s mouth curves slow. Dangerous.
“Finish up,” he repeats, that alpha-deep voice curling around every nerve in my body. His gaze moves from Dakota’s flushed face to mine, and back again like he loves what he’s seeing. Then he pushes off the doorway and turns. “Join us in the bedroom when you’re done.”
And then he’s gone.
My pulse hammers in my ears, and the ache between my thighs grows.
I have no idea what just happened, but I don't have time to figure it out.
Dakota slowly stands, helping me up at the same time. His knees are just as wobbly as mine, with his erection tenting the front of his gym shorts. Once again, I think about last night. About his dick sliding in and out of Knox’s hot mouth. The length and girth were beautiful. A perfect beta cock.
I wonder if Knox will let me touch Dakota tonight.
My hands tremble with excitement as I rush the towel over my skin, swiping at the beads of water. My heart won’t slow—half panic, half need—and the more I try to calm myself, the harder it beats.
The second I drop the towel, Dakota’s palm comes to the back of my neck, holding me firm and steady. Then he urges me forward, guiding me out of the bathroom. The heat of his body hovers close behind me, his lilac scent clinging like smoke I can’t escape.
When the bedroom door swings open, I stumble at what waits inside.
All of them.
The whole pack.
Alex and Tadeo stand on the other side of the room. Both alphas are stripped down to their underwear. Alex’s pale skin is mapped with scars—slashes and gouges that echo Knox’s. His loose boxers sag just enough that the flushed head of his cock peeks over the waistband.
Beside him, Tadeo is darker and broader, like he’s cut from something heavier.
His fitted, forest-green briefs cling tight, cupping the thick bulge between his thighs.
His chest is dusted in black curls scattered across pecs carved deep with muscle.
He doesn’t have any scars, just smooth power, as if no blade or claw could ever manage to mar him.
And then there’s Knox. Tall, powerful, long black hair, and intense green eyes.
The sight of them all together knocks the breath from my lungs, and slick threatens to drip down the inside of my thighs.
I thought I’d be embarrassed, maybe even ashamed the first time they all took me—I was with my old pack—but instead my body burns hotter. The air feels weighted, thick with their swirling scents and anticipation.
Dakota’s hand tightens on my neck, steadying me as if he knows my knees might give. “Where do you want her, Knox?” The beta’s voice dips low, throaty and rough at the edges.
Knox’s green eyes fix on me. “On the bed.”
Dakota guides me forward gently, not giving me the chance to falter. My legs move, driven by instinct and heat, until my knees hit the mattress. I climb up, my palms sinking into the soft comforter as my pussy lips grow slippery with my arousal.
I move into the most natural position—on my hands and knees, head dipping, hips rising—and the moment I start to fold down, Dakota is at my side.
“All the way down, omega,” he murmurs, placing a hand between my shoulder blades.
My cheek presses against the bedspread, hands relaxed by my face, my breathing shallow and quick.
Dakota’s palm trails down the length of my spine, every vertebra lit with sparks, until he smooths over the swell of my ass. His touch is gentle and coaxing, yet undeniably firm, urging me higher, tilting my hips until I’m fully exposed to my alphas.
The air thickens, and my body hums like a live wire under their gazes.
Feeling a little restless, I steal a glance over my shoulder.
Tadeo stands like stone, broader than the others, his hand palming the front of his briefs, squeezing his shaft over and over.
Angling my head further, I look for Alex, but I see Knox first.
The pack alpha is naked, his long black hair spilling over thick shoulders, pecs built like weapons of war.
He isn’t cut with the same sharp definition as the others, but power rolls off him, his arms and thighs bulging with brutal strength.
His cock is already hard, thick, jutting from a body that radiates command.
“Look how pretty you are.” Knox steps forward, and the mattress dips slightly beneath my weight.
Dakota shifts back, giving our pack alpha room.
The beta’s gaze pins me where I’m bent, pussy slick with need. Heat pools in my belly, and I can’t stop the little whimper that slips past my lips.
Knox’s long fingers brush along my spine first, slow, like he’s memorizing every inch of me. The touch makes my knees quiver, hips instinctively tilting higher. I gasp as the alpha’s hand drifts lower, thumb brushing over the swell of my pussy between my legs, feeling my wetness.
“Such a good girl,” he murmurs, voice low and rough, vibrating through me. “So wet for me already.” His green eyes lock on mine over the curve of my shoulder. The heat in them is almost physical, and I feel myself melting under it.
Then, without hesitation, Knox lowers his body over mine, pressing his chest to my back. His hardness teases against my slit, and my breath catches.
“Yes,” I gasp, tilting my hips back and forcing his tip to brush across my wet pussy.
I love that everyone is watching us.
“Needy little thing.” Knox chuckles as his hands slide down my sides, gripping my hips. He shifts, notching at my entrance without pressing inside.
The teasing is maddening, making my fingers curl into the comforter. I bunch it up, squeezing hard. “Please.” I try to push back to impale myself on his thick cock, but his firm hands hold me in place.
“Tell me you want my cock, Skyla,” Knox rumbles in my ear. “Tell me you want to be fucked while our packmates watch.”
A deep voice says, “Fuck, yes,” but I can’t tell who. Maybe Alex? Whoever it is, their voice is too destroyed by a rough growl that makes my back arch.
“I want that.” I moan loudly, almost delirious at the thought. “Please.” I wiggle my ass, making Knox’s cock slip over my clit.
The pack alpha places a soft kiss on my shoulder, then slowly lifts up. I feel his hips shift as he steadies himself behind me, then he rolls his pelvis, back and forth, easing his large alpha cock deep inside me.
My inner walls clench as he begins to thrust, and my eyes flutter shut. All I can do is moan and gasp and twist my fingers in the blanket as he fucks me deep and slow.
“Tonight, you’re ours, omega.” Knox growls. “Every inch of you.” punctuates each word with a snap of his hips. “We’re going to taste, love, suck, and fuck every pretty hole you have.”
Yes.