Chapter 24
Twenty-Four
FRANCINE
Rowan repositions me on the table, turning me onto my back, his strong hands guiding my legs apart until I’m completely spread open before him.
The air feels cool against my exposed pussy, already wet with arousal despite my nervousness.
I’ve never been this vulnerable with anyone before. My legs are splayed, and my most intimate parts displayed under bright lights is a lot to take in.
My face is red, and my palms are sweaty as I wait.
“Perfect,” he murmurs, adjusting my legs to open me even wider.
His eyes are focused entirely on my pussy, studying my folds a little too intensely, and I have to stop myself from squirming.
“I need you spread like this to ensure you get a very thorough waxing. Every single hair needs to be removed.”
I swallow hard, watching as he pulls on the latex gloves with practiced ease.
“Is this really necessary?”
“It will make it much easier for all of us alphas to access your beautiful pussy and ass,” he explains, soothing despite how naughty it all sounds. “And we’ll be so proud of our omega for being smooth and clean for us.”
An unexpected thrill shoots through me. I want to please them all in a way I’ve never wanted to please anyone before. He seems to know the correct words to use on an omega.
Rowan tests the wax’s temperature with his finger, nodding with satisfaction before dipping a small wooden spatula into the bowl. I hold my breath as he brings the wax-covered spatula toward me, hovering just above my pubic mound.
“This will be warm,” he warns before pressing the spatula against my skin.
A gentle heat spreads across my mound as he applies the wax in a smooth, confident stroke. He works methodically, covering the thick patch of red curls at the top of my pussy with a layer of golden wax. The warmth is almost soothing, making my muscles relax slightly as he works.
“It’s relaxing…”
“See? Not so bad,” he murmurs, pressing a strip of paper firmly over the wax-covered area. He smooths it down with his fingers, ensuring it adheres properly to the wax beneath. “Now comes the part that will sting a bit. Ready?”
Before I can truly prepare myself, Rowan grips one end of the paper strip and yanks it off in one swift, decisive motion.
“Fuck!” I scream, my entire body bucking upward off the table. The pain is sharp and intense, a burning sensation that radiates outward from my pubic mound. Tears spring to my eyes instantly as I gasp for breath.
He kisses my tears. “You did such a good job, look at this.”
I look down at the strip he’s holding, seeing the clump of red curls embedded in the wax. The sight is oddly fascinating, distracting me momentarily from the lingering burn. The pain is already fading, replaced by a strange tingling sensitivity in the now-bare patch of skin.
“I can’t,” I gasp when I see him preparing for another application. “That hurt too much. I’m done.”
I try to sit up, to close my legs, but Rowan’s hand comes down firmly on my thigh, holding me in place. His expression remains gentle, but there’s no mistaking the authority in his touch.
“Oh no,” he growls. “You’re going to be a good omega and let me finish what we started. I promised you that I would get you nice and smooth. I intend to keep that promise.”
My pussy clenches and releases a fresh wave of slick that trickles down to pool on the table beneath me. The evidence of my arousal is impossible to hide, and Rowan’s nostrils flare as he catches the scent and immediately opens my legs wide again.
“Rowan!”
“Look at all that slick. You want this,” he says, quickly applying more wax, this time along the edge of my outer labia. My breath hitches as the warm substance touches the sensitive skin, so close to my most intimate parts.
“Wait,” I panic, realizing where he’s applying the wax now. “Not there, please, it’s too sensitive!”
Tears spring to my eyes again, this time from genuine fear. The skin of my labia feels impossibly delicate compared to my pubic mound, and I can’t imagine the pain of having hair ripped from there.
“Shhh,” Rowan soothes, his gloved finger gently pushing into my pussy to distract me. “I would never hurt you more than you can bear, Francine. I love you too much for that.”
Love? Did he just say he loves me? My mind reels at the declaration, so casually delivered while he’s between my legs, preparing to wax my pussy. We barely know each other, and yet...
Rowan takes advantage of my distraction to rip off the second strip. The pain is shockingly intense, a burning sting that radiates through my entire lower body.
“Aahhh!” I cry out, my back arching off the table. Tears stream down my face, blurring my vision as I gasp for breath. “Oh my god, oh my god...”
“Such a good girl,” Rowan praises, immediately bending down to press gentle kisses to the freshly bare skin of my outer labia. His lips are cool against the burning heat, soothing the sting slightly. “Look how beautiful you’re becoming.”
His tongue darts out, licking along the now-hairless fold of my pussy, and the sensation is so different, so much more intense without the barrier of hair. I start to moan, pushing my pussy against his tongue. The heightened sensitivity feels so fucking good.
My fingers glide over smooth skin where thick curls once grew, the difference startling and oddly pleasing.
“It’s so... smooth,” I whisper in wonder, exploring the new texture of my pussy. Without the hair covering everything, I can feel every fold and contour more distinctly, my labia now completely exposed and sensitive to the slightest touch.
Rowan smiles, satisfaction evident in his expression.
“You look perfect,” he says, his eyes drinking in the sight of my newly bare pussy. “Now we just need to take care of your ass.”
He helps me roll onto my stomach, then lifts my hips and positions a pillow beneath them, raising my ass higher.
“I need you to reach back and hold your butt cheeks open for me,” he instructs.
My face burns with embarrassment, but I comply, reaching back with both hands to spread my ass cheeks apart. The position is utterly humiliating, exposing my most private hole completely to his view.
“Good girl,” he praises, and despite my embarrassment, a warm glow of pride spreads through me at his approval.
I feel the warm wax being applied around my anus, coating the ring of hair that surrounds it. The sensation is strangely intimate, almost pleasurable in its taboo nature. My pussy clenches on nothing, producing more slick that trickles down to my newly smooth labia.
“Now hold very still,” Rowan warns as he presses the paper strip over the wax.
I tense, preparing for the pain, holding my breath, and squeezing my eyes shut.
When he rips the strip away, the pain is sharp. A scream tears from my throat as the sensitive nerve endings around my asshole feel like fire all at once.
“Fuck! Holy shit!” I sob, my legs kicking involuntarily. It feels like my entire ass is on fire, the burning pain radiating outward from my most sensitive orifice. He quickly licks my anus, and the sensation cools the burning instantly.
“All done,” Rowan says calmly, as if I hadn’t just screamed the house down. His gloved finger traces the now-smooth ring of skin around my anus. “A very smooth anus for our pack leader to enjoy.”
He disposes of the gloves and waxing materials, then returns with the oil, warming it between his palms before applying it to my tender skin.
The oil feels heavenly, cooling the burn and soothing the irritation left by the waxing.
His fingers work it gently into every newly bare inch, paying special attention to the sensitized areas around my pussy and ass.
“This oil will help prevent ingrown hairs and soothe the irritation,” he explains as he works. But as he massages the oil into the skin around my asshole, I can’t help the moan that escapes me. The area is so sensitive now, every touch magnified without the barrier of hair.
“Oh.”
“Does that feel good?” he asks, his finger circling my anus with gentle pressure.
“Yes,” I admit, my face burning with both embarrassment and arousal. “Everything feels... more.”
“That’s the point,” he says, his voice dropping to a lower register as his touch becomes more deliberate. His oiled finger presses against my asshole, not quite penetrating but applying enough pressure to make me gasp. “Now we can feel every detail, every reaction of your beautiful body.”
I turn my head to look at him over my shoulder, taking in the sight of his powerful body poised behind me. His cock is hard, the head glistening with pre-cum, his thigh muscles tight with restraint.
I turn onto my side, facing him, reaching out to touch his chest. His skin is hot beneath my fingers, his heart pounding a rapid rhythm I can feel through his flesh. “I want your knot. Please.”
He lifts my top leg, draping it over his arm to open me completely. The head of his cock nudges against my entrance, hot and insistent.
“Okay, you deserve a reward now, little omega,” he growls. With one powerful thrust, he enters me, stretching me wide around his impressive girth as the massage table shakes.
I cry out at the delicious intrusion, my newly sensitive pussy gripping him tightly. Without the barrier of pubic hair, I can feel every ridge and vein of his cock as he slides deeper, the sensation incredibly intense.
“It feels so good,” I moan.
“Fuck,” he groans, his composure cracking.
He begins to move, setting a rhythm that’s neither gentle nor rough, but deep, controlled thrusts that hit exactly where I need them.
His hand grips my ass cheek, fingers digging into the flesh as he pulls me against him with each push of his hips.
“Does it feel good, omega? Having your alpha’s cock inside you? ”
“Yes,” I gasp, my hands clutching at his shoulders for support. The new sensitivity of my hairless pussy makes each thrust an exquisite agony of pleasure.
I can feel the drag of his cock along my inner walls, the slap of his balls against my ass, the way his pubic bone grinds against my clit with each thrust. Everything is heightened, intensified beyond what I thought possible.
“You’re mine,” he rumbles, his pace increasing as his control slips further. “My omega. Taking my cock so perfectly.”
His words send a fresh flood of slick coating his shaft, making his thrusts easier, wetter, the obscene sounds of our coupling filling the steam-filled bathroom. His hand moves from my ass to my clit, his fingers finding the swollen bud and circling it with firm pressure.
“Rowan!” I cry out as pleasure spikes through me, my back arching at his touch. “Oh god, don’t stop!”
“Never,” he promises, his hips snapping forward with increased force. “Going to fill you up, breed you full of my pups.”
The mention of breeding triggers something primal in me, my omega instincts responding instantly to the alpha’s promise. My pussy clenches around him, squeezing his cock in rhythmic pulses as my orgasm builds with startling speed.
“That’s it,” he encourages, his finger working my clit faster. “Come on my cock like a good omega.”
The pressure builds to an unbearable peak, my entire body tensing as pleasure gathers at my core.
“Ahh!” I scream, my pussy clamping down on his cock. Wave after wave of pleasure pulses through me, my newly bare skin amplifying every sensation to an almost painful intensity.
“Fuck, I’m coming,” Rowan groans, his rhythm faltering as his own orgasm takes him. I feel the base of his cock swelling, his knot forming as he pushes deep one final time.
The stretch of his knot locking inside me triggers another smaller orgasm, my body milking his cock as he begins to pulse inside me. Hot jets of cum flood my womb, each spurt accompanied by a deep, guttural groan from the alpha.
“So good,” he murmurs, his face buried against my neck as his hips make small, circular motions, grinding his knot deeper. “You’re so perfect, Francine.”
My hand finds his face, fingers tracing the strong line of his jaw with wonder.
“Did you mean it?” I whisper, suddenly needing to know. “When you said you loved me?”
“Yes,” he says simply, no trace of doubt in his voice. “I’ve been waiting for you my whole life, Francine. I knew it the moment I scented you.”
“I don’t understand how this is happening so fast,” I admit. “But it feels right.”
Rowan presses a gentle kiss to my lips, his eyes serious as he pulls back to look at me.
“We’ll take care of you through your heat,” he says. “And when it’s over, if you’ll have us, we make it official. To make you our pack omega. Forever.”