Chapter 23
Twenty-Three
FRANCINE
Rowan wraps me in a warm towel, and it’s so soft against my skin. He lifts my wrapped self in his arms, and all I can focus on is his protruding erection pressing into my side.
My body thrums with need, my heat far from satisfied despite already taking two alpha knots. Something about Rowan’s quiet intensity makes my pussy clench with anticipation. I want him inside me so badly I can barely breathe.
“Where are we going?” I whisper against his neck, inhaling his delicious lemon scent that makes my head swim.
“Just here,” he murmurs, carrying me to the far end of the luxurious bathroom where a padded table stands that I hadn’t noticed before. It’s a massage table, complete with crisp white sheets and an array of bottles nearby.
“Oh,” I breathe, suddenly feeling shy despite everything I’ve already done with all the brothers. “You’re going to give me a massage?”
Rowan’s lips quirk into a slight smile as he gently places me down on the table on my back.
“I’m going to relax every inch of you,” he says as he carefully unwraps the towel, exposing my body to the steamy air of the bathroom.
I’ve never felt so vulnerable under bright lights for his inspection.
Rowan’s golden-brown eyes travel over my naked form with such reverence that I flush from head to toe. “You’re so beautiful.”
He takes a bottle from the shelf and squirts lotion onto his hands.
The lotion warms in his palms before he places his hands on my collarbone, working with gentle pressure.
His skilled fingers move in small circles, each touch sending sparks of pleasure through my oversensitive skin.
When his hands move to my breasts, my pussy begins to throb even more now.
“Mhm.”
“Your breasts fit perfectly in my hands,” he murmurs, cupping each mound and squeezing gently. The lotion makes his palms slide effortlessly over my skin, each movement slick and sensual. “Made for alpha hands to hold and squeeze.”
His thumbs find my nipples, circling the stiff peaks before pinching lightly. The sudden sharp sensation makes me cry out, my back arching off the table.
“You like that,” he observes, voice deepening. “You like it when I play with these pretty nipples.”
“Yes,” I whisper, unable to deny it as he rolls the sensitive buds between his fingers, increasing the pressure until I’m squirming beneath his touch.
Suddenly, he bends down, his mouth replacing his fingers on my left nipple. The wet heat of his tongue sends electricity shooting straight to my core. I tangle my fingers in his long, dark hair, holding him against me as he sucks hard, then uses his teeth in a gentle scrape that makes me whimper.
“Good omega,” he growls against my breast. “You serve your alpha well.” He moves to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment as the first, while his hand continues to knead and pinch the first.
“Rowan,” I gasp, my pussy dripping with slick despite having nothing inside me. The emptiness is becoming unbearable again, my heat rising once more after the temporary relief from the bath.
“I can smell you getting wetter,” he whispers, lifting his head to look into my eyes. “Your sweet omega pussy knows what it needs, doesn’t it? Knows it needs to be filled with alpha seed.”
“It does,” I beg as I press my thighs together from my growing need. He’s making me way too horny, and I can’t take it anymore.
As he straightens up, his hands slide down to my stomach, working the lotion into my skin with firm circles.
His chiseled chest and strong arms flex with each movement, revealing years of physical training. The hard ridge of his cock stands proudly between his legs, thick and long with a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip.
It’s hard to believe how quickly my life has changed.
Just days ago, I was alone in my room, fingering myself to pathetic orgasms while imagining what it might be like to be with an alpha. Now I have four gorgeous, powerful alphas who seem determined to pleasure me in all kinds of ways I never dreamt of.
“What are you thinking about?” Rowan asks, his perceptive gaze catching the shift in my expression. “You’re getting wetter.”
“Just... how different everything is now,” I admit, my voice small. “A week ago, I was alone, touching myself in my apartment. And now...”
“And now you belong to a pack,” he finishes, his eyes intense as they bore into mine. “You’re where you’re supposed to be, Francine. With us.”
The certainty in his voice makes my heart swell. It feels right, being here with them, even though it’s happening so fast.
Rowan’s hands move lower, applying fresh lotion to my hips and waist. Each stroke of his palms feels like he’s claiming territory, marking me with his touch. When he reaches my thighs, I instinctively tense, suddenly aware of how ungroomed I am down there.
“Relax,” he murmurs, adding more oil to his palms before working it into my right thigh. His strong hands knead the muscle, working in deep circles that make me melt into the table. “Your legs are so sexy, so smooth and shiny with the oil.”
He lifts my right leg slightly, positioning it to the side as he works, effectively spreading my legs wider. The position leaves my pussy exposed to the bright bathroom lights, and I feel heat rush to my face that has nothing to do with my omega heat.
“I haven’t…had time…” I stammer, unable to find the words to explain my embarrassment about my unshaven state.
Rowan’s eyes drift between my thighs, taking in the unruly patch of curly red hair that covers my mound. Rather than looking disgusted as I feared, his eyes darken with desire.
“Beautiful,” he whispers, his hand drifting higher on my inner thigh until his fingers brush against the edge of my pubic hair. “Like fire.”
I bite my lip as his oiled fingers thread through the curls, tugging gently. Each small pull sends tingling sensations directly to my clit, making me squirm on the table.
“Rowan, you don’t need to do that,” I whisper, feeling embarrassed the longer he plays with my pubic hair.
“Your pubic hair is the same shade as the hair on your head,” he observes, almost to himself. “Such a vibrant red. It’s fucking adorable.”
His fingers delve deeper, parting the hair to expose my swollen folds beneath. I can feel how wet I am, my slick mixing with the oil from his hands as he begins to explore my open pussy on the massage table.
“Oh god,” I moan, enjoying the feel of his fingers all over my pussy.
“I can see how pretty your pussy is,” he growls, his composure slipping as his fingers spread my lips apart. “All pink and swollen, still puffy from taking my brothers’ cocks. You’re dripping for me. Your little cunt knows what it wants.”
His fingers explore every inch of me, rubbing oil into each fold and crevice with meticulous attention. He tugs on my outer lips, spreading them wide so he can see all of me. The exposure is both humiliating and thrilling.
His hand brushes over my clit, and I gasp. He circles my entrance with two fingers, not quite penetrating, just teasing my pussy hole. “I bet you’re still full of my brothers’ cum, aren’t you? Still carrying their seed deep inside this sweet omega pussy.”
“Yes,” I whimper, my hips lifting involuntarily, seeking more pressure.
Suddenly, he shifts his attention, his hand moving lower, fingers probing between my ass cheeks.
“Turn over,” he commands gently, helping me roll onto my stomach. He lifts my hips, positioning me so my ass is slightly raised, and I feel his hands spreading my cheeks apart. “You’re just as hairy here.”
I bury my face in my arms, utterly humiliated.
“I’m sorry,” I mumble into the table. “I didn’t expect... I mean, I wasn’t prepared for anyone to see me like this under bright lights.”
“It’s natural. But I think you’d be more comfortable if we took care of it.”
I peer back at him over my shoulder. “What do you mean?”
His expression is thoughtful as he continues to hold my ass cheeks apart, exposing my most private hole to his gaze.
“I’m going to wax you,” he decides. “Both your pussy and your ass. Make you nice and smooth for all of us.”
My eyes widen in shock. “Wax me? That’s going to hurt!”
Rowan’s smile is both reassuring and slightly predatory.
“I think you can handle it, don’t you think? And think how good you’ll feel afterward. How much easier it will be for us to lick and taste every inch of you.”
The idea sends embarrassment through me and fear of the pain, but also a strange excitement at the thought of being groomed for my alphas’ pleasure.
“I’ve never done that before,” I admit, my voice small.
“I’ll be gentle,” he promises, pressing a kiss to the small of my back. “And you’ll be so pretty when I’m done. Wait here.”
He steps away from the table, and I hear him rummaging through cabinets.
I remain in position, my ass still slightly raised, feeling so exposed to this huge alpha calmly looking for waxing materials to make me scream.
Even though it sounds scary, my pussy continues to throb with need, slick seeping from me at the thought of Rowan’s hands between my legs, removing every hair, making me smooth and bare for them to enjoy.
I barely know him. Yet I’m so excited.
What has my life come to? I feel so pathetic, but here I am, wet and literally ready for his juicy knot. And if he likes to wax his omegas before that happens, then I’m willing and ready for it.
I hear Rowan approaching again, and my heart rate immediately speeds up. I see him carrying a bowl of what must be warm wax, strips of paper, and a pair of latex gloves.
“I’m actually terrified,” I say to him as I watch him methodically set his supplies on a small table beside me.
“Just relax,” he says, his eyes meeting mine, full of both desire and reassurance. “I’m going to take very good care of you.”
I swallow hard and nod, unable to look away from his intense gaze. My pussy clenches on nothing, a fresh wave of slick coating my thighs as I wait for him to wax me thoroughly.