CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE - BIRDIE #2
He leans forward and rests his chin on the edge of the tub. “Baggage, you can lead me the fuck astray and I will thank you for every minute of it.”
I laugh and flick a few drops of water in his face. “Do you ever say the wrong thing?”
He shakes his head like a wet dog. “All the time, but for some reason, you seem to appreciate my stupid mouth.”
“Are you sure about that?”
The teasing glint in his eye melts into something hotter and he leans forward, hovering over me. “Hmm. Let’s check.”
I meet his lips halfway, giving myself over to the press of his soft, warm mouth.
The knots in my belly instantly loosen and I make a happy sound as he slips his tongue into my mouth.
It’s a slow, sensual kiss, more of a caress than a claiming.
I wind my fingers through his hair, melting under his attention.
His scent is hypnotic, but there’s an even more potent fragrance in the air, and I slit my eyes open as a shadow stirs in the doorway.
Hog is watching us, his arms folded over his bare chest and his eyes glowing like warm honey.
Colt slowly pulls away and cocks his head. “Is the package secure?”
It takes me a moment to realize he means Axel.
“He’s fine.” I wait for Hog to elaborate, but his gaze seems stuck on my lips. “You feeling okay?”
I nod and press a finger to my tingling mouth. “Colt’s taking good care of me.”
“Which begs the question,” Colt adds as he strokes my collarbone, “are you just here to watch, big guy, or do you want to lend a hand?”
“You look like you’re doing a good job,” Hog replies in a voice that makes me shiver. “But I might stay and watch for a bit. Make sure you don’t miss a spot.”
I perk up at the hint of teasing in his voice. I’m used to seeing Hog in protective mode, but this playful side makes my heart feel lighter.
“I’ll be very thorough,” Colt promises, his eyes full of promise, and I squirm against the back of the tub. “But if you’re gonna grade my work, you probably want a closer look,” Colt adds and nods towards the stool at the end of the tub.
Hog crosses the room, his eyes never leaving mine. He should look ridiculous perched on the small stool, but when he leans forward, his fingers ruffling the surface of the water, my stomach clenches in anticipation.
“Want me to work on your feet, Omega?”
I pull a face. “I think my nail polish might need a top up.”
“Book me in,” he says, reaching under the water to draw my foot up into his lap. I shiver at his touch, but when he slides his thumb into the sensitive dip near my anklebone, I have to grip the side of the tub.
It also splashes a little water his way and I pull my foot back, grimacing in apology. “I’m dripping on you.”
“Won’t be the last time,” Colt quips but I can’t drag my gaze away from Hog. Colt must notice my fixation, because he leans over to whisper, “You have got his jeans pretty wet, though. Why don’t you go over there and sort him out?”
I blink at him. “You mean give him a towel?”
Colt clicks his tongue like I’m clueless. “Or you could just take them off. He’s going to lose them at some stage, so…”
He leaves the rest dangling, but I catch the wicked grin he tosses Hog’s way.
I decide two can play at that game and rise onto my knees, edging towards the end of the tub.
My nipples instantly tighten in the cool air, my fingers curling as I grip the porcelain.
They both watch, transfixed, as I reach out and touch Hog’s bloody lip. “You’re hurt.”
He gives a rumble that might as well be a snort. “Lucky elbow.”
“It doesn’t feel lucky.”
I drop my gaze, but he lifts my chin, leaning forward to run his nose along my cheek. “Then kiss it better, Omega.”
The hint of bossiness in his tone reminds me that he’s not just a horny alpha but my scent mate. Given this is our first heat together, he’s acting remarkably calm so far, which I both admire and resent. Contrary thinking, but I’m not exactly feeling logical right now.
Remembering Axel’s reaction in his office, I run a thumb over Hog’s bottom lip.
He watches me as I tease the bruised flesh before slipping a finger into his mouth.
As I stroke his tongue, a rumble starts in his chest, but the next moment I’m pulling away with a wince.
He grabs my hand, steadying me in the slippery water. “What is it?”
I clutch the edge of the tub. “Just a cramp.”
“They’re getting worse,” Colt observes, running his hand over my shoulder. “Try to breathe through it, sweetheart.”
“I would, but it’s like my body is pissed at me for not stuffing it with a knotty cock.”
Colt buries his face in my hair, but he can’t quite hide his snort. “Sorry, sweetheart, but that’s definitely something we can help you with.”
I lift my head, staring up into his heat-filled eyes. “You want to knot me?”
“I want to fill every empty inch of you.”
Desire floods my belly, pooling between my thighs.
A rumble fills the air, and Hog leans forward and gently sweeps his tongue across my gland.
The coolness of his mouth is heavenly against the throbbing skin, and I clutch Colt’s hip, drawing him towards me.
“Feel like getting slippery?” I manage to pant out.
His lips quirk, his scent full of spicy arousal. “Do you really need to ask?”