17. Bailey-Rose
Three days.
That’s how long it got us past the point of needing constant sex.
I’m waking up to find one of them eating me out or fucking me. Then again, it was fair play since I had zero qualms about crawling onto their dicks as they slept if no one else was awake. It didn’t take long for everyone to awake and join in, but sometimes, I was ready to go before they were.
Half the time, I wouldn't let them knot me since I knew this wasn’t like a heat.
My body wasn’t looking to breed, it only wanted connection—to feel my Alphas in the most physically intimate way possible, which happened to be a dick in a hole.
It didn’t matter which one, all three got used regularly and at the same time.
If I hadn’t gone through my surgery, there would be no fucking way I’d survive this.
We never would have been able to bond—the bond itself might have killed me.
Yet here I was riding high as I fucked Gareth on the steps leading to the water.
“That’s it, baby girl, you take what you need from your Alpha,” Gareth encouraged, slapping my ass as he licked his mark.
With a sharp cry, I came, my body shaking as I collapsed against Gareth. Hugging me to his body, he rutted into me hard, groaning as he came, his knot swelling and triggering another orgasm for me.
“God, I love the way it feels to have you knotted in my ass,” I sighed, resting my head on his shoulder, fingers combing through his damp hair.
Showering my face in kisses, Gareth brought us down a few more steps so the water mostly covered us as he sat. This way, it would keep us cool since the normal breeze seemed to be lacking today.
“Baby girl, if I could live connected to you like this, I would in a heartbeat,” Gareth said, using the tip of his finger to trace his mark on my neck.
It sent shivers through me, but thankfully, we figured out a simple touch wasn’t as ‘orgasmic’ as when their mouth came into contact with it.
Warrick thought it had something to do with our saliva, but I wasn’t too worried about it.
As long as there was no risk of a simple touch causing spontaneous orgasms, I was good.
“Hey, did you forget we were going to the mainland?” Ulysses called from above.
“Shit, I forgot, and now we’re knotted,” Gareth grumbled.
Grinning, I sat up and squished his face together to make fishy lips. “Maybe don’t make that sound like a bad thing while you’re stuck with me, hmm?”
“Thots, thot, thawt, I, thent,” Gareth managed to say, his brows furrowed.
I kissed his fishy lips before releasing his face. “Really?”
“Yeah, baby girl, really,” Gareth stated. “To get to the mainland, we need a boat. The boat is going to be driven by someone. That someone isn’t one of your Alphas. Which means you will be wearing clothes, and with my knot in your ass, it’s going to be rather hard to get dressed.”
It was so easy to get Gareth riled up, and what made it all the more enjoyable was being able to feel his emotions.
The possessiveness pouring off him in moments like this is how we ended up in this situation.
I found it sexy as hell, and there was no other option than to jump the man.
Of course, now that I’d done that, I might have only made the situation a tiny bit more troublesome.
“Maybe we should start with getting ourselves into the house. Then at least I won’t be visible to the strange man,” I reasoned. “I already picked out what I was going to wear, so as soon as your knot lets me go, I can cover up.”
“She’s got a point, better to get inside than sitting right in the line of sight,” Lysse agreed.
Gareth groaned, but when his hands gripped my hips, I did my best koala impersonation and latched on.
While the guys’ knots weren’t as sensitive as when we first bonded, they would always be a challenge to work around.
Slowly, we made it up the stairs, where Lysse draped a towel over me just to be sure.
“Vili, can you grab the stool?” Lysse called.
I’m sure it’s shocking to find out this wasn’t the first time a poorly-timed knot happened in the past three days.
It’s gotten to the point now the guys found a stool that was comfortable to sit on, and we didn’t have to worry about getting the nice furniture wet.
Gareth popped a squat, and I relaxed, enjoying the one-on-one snuggle time.
A glass of the special hydration was slipped into my hand by Yun, which I dutifully used to take my pills he also brought.
Keeping track of time wasn't high on our list of things to worry about, nor was keeping any kind of consistent sleep schedule.
This led to me now taking my pills in the middle of the day when nine times out of ten, we were awake and happening.
“Thank you,” I said, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
Yun-Sun leaned down and kissed my head. “You’re welcome, sweetheart. I also got Waffles set in his harness so you just need to worry about you.”
My heart was in a constant state of happy pile of goo with how effortlessly these Alphas of mine took care of me.
We were still finding a balance of where I could be independent but still allowing them to help.
Alphas were wired to be the protectors and caretakers of Omegas, and there was no way I could change that about them.
Plus, I was the odd duckling of Omegas who had a fierce need for independence.
Logically, I knew it stemmed from believing I wouldn’t have a pack, so I needed to be self-sufficient.
Yet all that has changed, and these men were my pack—one full of Alphas who desperately wanted to pamper their Omega.
It only took another five minutes before I was free.
Kissing Gareth soundly, I climbed off his lap, jumped in the shower to rinse off, and got dressed.
Just as I finished tying the bow on my halter top dress, a honk that sounded more like a distressed duck alerted us to the boat’s arrival.
Snatching up my wide-brimmed hat and sunglasses, I was ready to go.
Vili caught my hand, swinging it between us as we headed to the dock. I was surprised when Warrick hugged the man who’d come to pick us up, slapping him on the back in a friendly manner. Warrick had mentioned that he knew the owners of the resort, but I didn’t realize he meant he knew them.
“Mitch, I want to introduce you to my pack and our Omega, Bailey-Rose,” Warrick said, grinning from ear to ear.
Now that I was closer, I could tell Mitch was closer to our age, with dark, tanned skin and bright green eyes.
“Hello to you all,” he greeted with a wave.
“I hope you guys have been enjoying your time, but I don’t blame you for wanting a little time with civilization.
It’s one reason I choose to live on the mainland…
being here all the time would drive me crazy. ”
Warrick barked out a laugh. “After being his roommate in college, I can vouch for the fact he doesn’t do well in confined spaces.”
“Well enough about me, let’s get this boat headed toward a good time,” Mitch announced, clapping his hands together, then gestured toward me. “Ladies first.”
The ocean was quiet today without much movement on the water’s surface, which made hopping over the gap between the boat and the dock easy.
I should have known something was different, seeing the boat was bigger and nicer than the one that picked us up the first day.
Heading to the front, I sat near the point of the bow, the breeze ruffling my hair.
Waffles settled at my feet, laying as flat as he could, not being the biggest fan of boats.
Nugget, however, jumped in my lap, nose in the air, sniffing all there was to be sniffed.
I hugged the little guy, peppering his head with kisses he gladly returned.
“You know, I think one day you’re going to find a person who really needs you,” I whispered to Nugget. “Not that I don’t love you to pieces, but I just have a feeling you won’t need Waffles or me anymore once that person appears.”
Nugget did that adorable head tilt dogs do as he listened, only to sneeze loudly at my prediction.
“Scoff all you want, little man, but don’t be surprised if I end up being right,” I warned him, kissing his nose.
“What are you right about?” Lysse asked, sliding in beside me and tossing his arm over my shoulders.
“Oh, nothing, just a secret between Nugget and me,” I said, leaning against him.
He looked between us and shrugged, deciding it wasn’t worth the effort to pull the truth out of me.
Once everyone was on the boat, Mitch released the ties, backed us out of the slip, and gunned it.
I squealed in surprise, clamping a hand down on my hat before it flew off.
The gentle breeze was no longer with Mitch behind the wheel, looking completely at ease with how fast we were moving across the open water.
Ocean mist sprayed around us as we crashed into swells, making me glad I’d chosen the blue dress instead of the white one since I wasn’t wearing a bra.
Mitch didn’t take us to the same dock we used when we first arrived.
Instead, it was further up the coast. Warrick pulled up a map on his phone and showed me where the town we planned to check out was.
“You see, Care Bear, they want to keep the tourists in one area near the airport. However, if you want to experience the authentic Prio Gria, you go where the locals hang out.”
“Won’t they be mad we’re there?” I asked.
“Nah, we have Mitch with us. He’ll make sure we don’t do something stupid,” Warrick assured me.