Chapter 22
Twenty-Two
ROWAN
The very next morning, the water is steamy as I test it with my fingertips, making sure it’s hot enough to soothe Francine’s muscles but not too hot because of her heat.
Rose petals float on the surface of the bubbly water, filling the bathroom with their delicate scent. It’s strange how deeply I want to care for her, this omega who’s been in our lives for such a short time. My chest feels tight every time I think about her.
It’s like something dormant has awakened inside me.
I add a few drops of lavender oil to the water, watching as they spread across the surface in iridescent patterns. The marble bathroom gleams in the soft lighting, candles flickering along the edges of the massive sunken tub.
Everything has to be perfect for her.
She deserves nothing less after what her body is going through. She deserves the world.
Having an omega in our home changes everything. The energy feels different, warmer, more balanced.
But despite the rightness of it all, worry gnaws at the edges of my thoughts.
Kieran’s resistance to accepting her still lingers in my mind.
True, he’s allowed this heat sharing, even participated in it, but there’s a significant difference between helping an omega through heat and officially accepting her as pack omega.
If he changes his mind when her heat ends, and decides she should leave after all…
I shake my head, trying to dislodge the thought.
That would destroy her, especially after what’s happened between all of us.
And it would fracture our pack. Drake would leave, as he threatened.
Elias would withdraw further into his strict shell.
And I...I don’t know what I would do, but the thought of returning to our cold, omega-less existence makes my wolf whine in distress.
I scatter another handful of rose petals across the water, their velvety softness brushing against my calloused palms. The contrast reminds me of Francine. She’s so soft and delicate against our rough alpha bodies.
Steam rises from the water, clouding the bathroom mirror. I catch a glimpse of my reflection. I’m shirtless in just my black boxers, my hair loose around my shoulders. There’s a different look in my eyes now, something less haunted, more hopeful since she arrived at our empty home.
The bath is ready.
I turn off the faucet and head back to the nesting room to fetch her, my bare feet silent against the hardwood floors. The house is quiet except for the occasional creak of old timbers settling. Elias is in his study, catching up on work while the rest of the pack is asleep.
I pause outside the nesting room door, listening. I hear soft moans, the satiated sounds of an omega whose immediate needs have been met. I slowly push the door open, giving them time to adjust to my presence.
Drake is lying on his back, his expression one of blissed-out exhaustion.
Francine is curled against his side, her red hair spilling across his chest like wildfire.
Kieran kneels between her legs, his finger buried in her ass as he sleeps behind her.
All three are naked, their skin flushed and gleaming with sweat in the dim light.
As I watch, Drake’s softening cock slips free from Francine’s body with a wet sound. She sighs, a small noise of both satisfaction and loss. Drake’s cum immediately begins to leak from her, a thick white rivulet trickling from her swollen pussy down to her asshole.
My cock hardens instantly, straining against my boxers at the sight.
Her pussy is puffy and pink, clearly well-used after taking Drake’s knot. Her outer pussy lips glisten with a mixture of her slick and Drake’s seed. As more of his cum leaks out, it pools briefly at her entrance before continuing its slow journey downward.
The contrast of the creamy white against her flushed pink flesh is mesmerizing. Her pussy hole gapes slightly, still adjusting to the sudden emptiness after being stretched so brutally. It pulses slightly, as if seeking to be filled again.
Each clench of her pussy pushes more cum out, adding to the obscene beauty of the sight.
I stand transfixed, my breath caught in my throat.
My usually quiet nature makes me hesitate at the threshold, reluctant to break the peace. But then Francine’s eyes flutter open, and her gaze finds mine. A soft smile curves her lips, and she extends one hand toward me in clear invitation.
That simple gesture breaks my paralysis. I move toward the nest, my feet carrying me forward almost of their own volition.
“I’ve prepared a bath for you,” I say, my voice rough from disuse, and her smile widens.
“Thank you,” she whispers, her voice hoarse. “That sounds wonderful.”
I reach the edge of the nest and take her offered hand in mine. Her fingers are small and delicate compared to mine, but there’s strength in her grip. I help her sit up, careful not to disturb Kieran, but he carefully withdraws his finger from her ass.
“I’ll have fun with your clean ass after the bath,” he says, eyes closing again to go back to sleep. “Get her nice and relaxed, Rowan.”
Drake watches through heavy-lidded eyes, looking utterly spent. “Take good care of our girl, Rowan,” he murmurs. “She’s fucking incredible.”
Francine’s breathing quickens at his words, her chest rising and falling rapidly. I can smell the fresh wave of arousal that courses through her at the promise in Kieran’s voice. Even after taking two knots, her heat keeps her insatiable.
I scoop her into my arms, one arm supporting her back, the other under her knees. She weighs almost nothing, this small omega who has turned our pack feral for her.
As I lift her from the nest, more of Drake’s seed trickles down her inner thigh. She carries our combined scents now, and it suits her.
“You’re leaking,” I tell her softly as I carry her toward the door. “Full of cum.”
Her face reddens beautifully, but she doesn’t look away.
“I know,” she whispers. “I’m so looking forward to the bath you prepared. And to spend more time with you.”
The intimacy of those words makes my cock throb painfully against the confines of my boxers. I carry her down the hallway toward the main bathroom, cradling her against my chest as if she might break. She nestles her head against my shoulder, her warm breath tickling my neck.
The bathroom is exactly as I left it. It’s steamy and scented, candles flickering, rose petals floating on the water’s surface. Francine gasps when she sees it, her eyes widening.
“Oh, Rowan,” she breathes. “It’s beautiful.”
Pride swells in my chest at her approval. I lower her carefully into the water, supporting her until she’s fully settled. She sighs as the warmth envelops her, immediately sinking deeper until the water reaches her shoulders.
I hesitate for just a moment before hooking my thumbs into the waistband of my boxers and pushing them down.
My erection springs free, hard and aching despite my attempt at self-control. Francine watches unabashedly, her gaze tracking the movement as I step out of my boxers and into the tub behind her.
I settle myself against the back of the tub, my legs spreading to accommodate her between them. She leans back against my chest without hesitation, her wet skin sliding against mine.
“How are you feeling?” I ask, reaching for a soft washcloth and the scented soap I selected specifically for her. “Is the heat manageable now?”
“It’s better,” she admits, tilting her head back to look up at me. “Still there, but not as bad. You guys are making it so much easier than I expected.”
“I’m glad,” I say, dipping the cloth into the water before bringing it to her shoulders. I wash her with gentle strokes, careful not to press too hard against her tender skin. “We want to take care of you, Francine. All of us.”
She relaxes against me, her body becoming pliant under my ministrations. I take my time washing her shoulders and back, paying special attention to the knots of tension I find there. My hands move to her hair next, wetting it carefully before massaging fragrant shampoo into her scalp.
“That feels amazing,” she sighs, her eyes closing in bliss.
I rinse her hair, watching as rivulets of water cascade down her neck and across her shoulders. She’s so delicate, so perfectly formed.
Lost in these thoughts, I almost miss the deliberate way she wiggles back against me, her ass pressing against my erection. The movement sends a jolt of pleasure through me, dragging a groan from deep in my chest.
“You better stop wriggling like that,” I say in a warning tone.
“Sorry,” she says, giggling even though she doesn’t sound sorry at all. “Can’t help it.”
“I thought you might need a break from being knotted.”
She turns slightly to face me, water sloshing gently around us.
“That’s all I crave right now,” she admits, her green eyes darkening. “Your cocks, your knots. I don’t want a break.”
The bluntness of her statement, combined with the earnest desire in her eyes, makes my dick throb against her lower back.
“Is that right?” I ask, reaching for the washcloth again. I bring the cloth to her front, washing her collarbone and the upper swells of her breasts with careful attention. She watches my hands move across her skin, her breathing growing shallower with each passing second.
“Yes.”
“Lean back more,” I instruct, and she complies immediately, resting her head against my shoulder and arching her back slightly to give me better access.
I wash her breasts thoroughly, the thin cloth doing little to disguise the hardness of her nipples against my palm. When I’m satisfied they’re clean, I let the cloth dip below the water, finding her belly, her hips, and finally, the apex of her thighs.
“Ooh, I feel so clean.”
“Spread your legs,” I murmur against her ear, and she obeys without hesitation, her knees falling open in the water.
I drop the cloth and use my bare fingers instead, wanting to feel her directly.
My hand cups her mound, fingers gently parting her outer lips to assess the center of her pussy.
Despite the water, I can feel that she’s still slick with arousal, her body preparing itself even after being thoroughly taken by my brothers.
“You didn’t get enough, being spread by two cocks already?” I ask, my voice low as I explore her folds. Her pussy is swollen and tender from use, but still eager, still hungry.
“No, it’s never enough, Rowan,” she whispers, opening her legs wider for me.
I spread her pussy lips wider with my fingers, examining her carefully.
“Tell me how it felt,” I say, running one finger along her slit without penetrating. “Having Elias take your virginity. Was it everything you hoped for?”
She shivers against me despite the warm water.
“It hurt at first,” she admits, her voice trembling as my finger circles her entrance. “But then it felt so good, so right. Like I was made to take him inside me.”
“And Drake?” I prompt, dipping just the tip of my finger into her, feeling her inner muscles clench in welcome. “How did it feel to take his cock right after?”
“Different,” she gasps as I press my finger deeper. “Thicker. More...intense. It felt better after my virginity was taken.”
“Did you enjoy how his cock spread you?”
“Yes,” she gasps as I work my finger deep inside of her as my other hand cups her breast, squeezing it tightly.
Her nipple pebbles against my palm, and I roll it between my fingers, making her gasp and arch.
“And how about having Kieran’s tongue in your ass while Drake fucked you?” I continue, my voice a low rumble against her ear. “Did you like that? Being pleasured in both holes at once?”
“How did you know? I thought you were sleeping.”
“I watched the entire time. So, did you like them playing with your holes while you were sleeping?” I ask her, desperate to know her every emotion.
“Yes,” she admits, the word ending on a moan as I add a second finger, stretching her gently. “It was so much...too much...but I couldn’t get enough.”
The bathroom fills with the sounds of her quickening breath and the gentle splash of water as my fingers work inside her. I curl them with each thrust, searching for the spot that will make her come undone.
“Does your body crave more?” I ask, pressing my lips to her neck. “Even after taking two knots, does your greedy little pussy want another?”
“Yes,” she gasps, her internal muscles squeezing my fingers rhythmically. “Your knot, Rowan. I want to feel you inside me.”
I scissor my fingers, stretching her wider as I suck gently at the pulse point on her neck. Her skin tastes of salt and sweetness, addictive in its purity. My cock throbs against her back, desperate for relief, for the tight heat of her pussy hugging my dick.
The water sloshes around us as she writhes against my hand. Her pussy clenches around my fingers, growing wetter despite the water surrounding us. I can feel her getting close, her breathing becoming erratic, her body tensing.
But I don’t want her to come like this. I want to be inside her when she falls apart.
I withdraw my fingers suddenly, making her cry out in disappointment.
“Not yet,” I tell her, already standing and lifting her from the water in one smooth movement.
Water cascades from our bodies as I step from the tub, still holding her against my chest. She shivers at the cooler air, her wet skin prickling with goosebumps. I grab one of the oversized towels I set out earlier, wrapping it around her before grabbing another for myself.
“I thought you were going to let me come,” she pouts, her face red, watching as I quickly dry myself with one hand while still supporting her with the other.
“Oh, I will,” I promise, my voice dropping to a growl. “But not in the bath. I want you properly, Francine.”
Her eyes darken at my words, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
“Then hurry,” she urges, her heat clearly building again. “I need you, Rowan. I need you now.”
I smile, enjoying the sounds of my omega pleading for my knot. It makes me absolutely feral for her, but I want to take my time with her and explore every crevice of her body.