12. Phoenix
Phoenix
Honey is soft and curvy, and she feels so good in my arms.
She’s nuzzled against my neck, her little teeth nipping at my skin, and her fingers digging into my shoulders. My eyes roll back, and I force myself to stay upright. I purr for her, trying to make sure she knows how much what she’s doing is appreciated.
Honey wants me. She’ll want Zephyr. We’ll get her and Lazarus and be the perfect pack.
“You want to be together, don’t you, Honey?” I whisper when the elevator doors slide open. I step in and jostle her a little bit, holding the Door Open button with my knee.
Honey murmurs. Incoherently at first, but I catch the last bit. “It hurts so bad. God, please make it stop. Please.”
“Soon, it’ll all be better soon, Honey.” I kiss her hair, but I want to be kissing her full lips.
My cock throbs again, and I’m glad that I skipped my dose of rut suppressants this morning. The daily pill is always so hard to remember, especially on days that we’re not dealing with omegas.
Zephyr finally comes out of the clinic and rushes to the elevator. I release the Door Open button, and he steps in, pushing the button for the main level.
When he reaches out and strokes the back of Honey’s head, she melts in my arms. I’m struggling to keep her in my hold rather than ruck up her dress here in the elevator and ease all our pains.
I look over at Zephyr, and his nostrils are flared as he draws big, deep breaths of the intoxicating omega scent. How could he not? The omega smells like she comes straight from the gods, and we’re the attendants drawn to her divinity.
The path to our apartment is quiet. Thankfully, we’ve missed a lot of the alphas getting up and going back to work for the late afternoon and early evening work. Zephyr lets us into our apartment, and I rush the omega to one of our rooms.
I stand her in front of the bed and pull at the bottom of her dress, my shadow helping me as we bunch it up toward her hips. It gets stuck around her waist, and I growl.
Honey freezes with natural omega instincts, and maybe I should comfort her, but the scent of her slick is driving me straight into a rut. I want to take her hard and right this minute. I need her on my knot.
I turn her around, trying to figure out what the catch is and why I can’t get the dress up away from the narrowest part of her body.
The back of the dress has an intricate knot holding it in place.
My shadow works quickly, trying to untie it.
He’s great at dexterity and tasks like that, but I can’t wait.
My switchblade is out of my pocket before I can even think too hard about it. I slash through the fabric alongside the knot and toss the knife to the bed. Pushing the dress up, I find a similar knot at the neckline, and my shadow has the blade back in my hand and I cut through it.
“Fuck, Honey,” Zephyr says from behind me. “You’re fucking gorgeous. No more hiding beneath dresses like that.”
That makes me pause. I stand back away from her, watching as she draws her arms around herself, trying to maintain her modesty. The raggedy bra and panties she’s wearing don’t leave much to the imagination.
My shadow wraps around her arms, pulling them away as I bring her to me. “Don’t be afraid of us. We’ll make you feel good. That’s what you wanted.”
Honey swallows hard, and I don’t read too much into it.
My shadow works on her bra and panties while I focus on her. I place one hand on her waist, enjoying her warm skin against my hand, and I fist the other into her hair.
She gasps as I tip her face up to mine, but I stifle it with a kiss. I try to make it sweet and tender, but tasting her sends desire surging through me. I pull her against my body, deepening the kiss, my tongue going into her mouth.
Honey’s hands are warm even through my T-shirt, but with her hand flat against my chest, she tries to push away from me.
Purring stops that. I let it rumble from my chest, right where her hand is. She fists her fingers into my shirt and pulls me closer.
That’s it, Omega.
I’m aware of the sound of Zephyr getting undressed. Fabric rustles, but I can’t be bothered to give him any attention. I’m kissing Honey and feeling like it’ll be the last thing I do before I die.
She finally kisses me back, pressing up to meet my lips.
Then — she purrs.
It’s bone melting, and I’m putty in her hands. If only she knew how to mold me.
Zephyr steps around us toward the bed.
I break the kiss to watch him position himself at the headboard.
My mouth waters as I think about licking the slick up from between Honey’s thighs.
“Go cuddle up with Zephyr.” I coax, prodding at her soft skin.
She hesitates. “I don’t know how.”
Heartbreak, rage, and lust crash through my body in waves. Heartbreak because she doesn’t know what touch is like. Rage because no one’s treated her right. Lust because he and I will be the first to connect ourselves to her.
I don’t let myself settle into any of those. Instead, my shadow and I guide her up the bed. We nestle her between Zephyr’s spread legs. His cock is hard, and it presses up against her back.
Honey balls herself up in his arms and mutters. It sounds a lot like the things that Lazarus says under his breath. I’m guessing it’s prayers.
“You want Phoenix to make it better, right?” Zephyr is so much gentler and more caring than I am . . . and yet, that wasn’t a question. Not really.
Starting with my shoes, I strip slowly. Honey watches me as I bend over and undo my boot laces.
Her eyes follow my hands as I drag them up my legs, over my ripped denim jeans, and to my belt buckle.
Zephyr leans down and whispers in her ear. Honey’s eyes go wide before she narrows them on me. What did he just tell her?
I pull my cut off, tossing it over the top of the dresser with Zephyr’s before I pull my sweatshirt over my head. My T-shirt goes with it, and normally I’d fight to separate them, make laundry easier, but I’m in too much of a hurry.
I go back to the belt, and Honey’s eyes fix on my hands. I thread the leather out of the buckle, and she squirms in Zephyr’s arms as I pull the zipper down.
“Phoenix will make you feel so good.” Zephyr purrs a little louder.
I shuck my pants. My cock throbs, engorging now that it’s free, and my knot is already threatening to swell. It’s far too soon for that though. I need her wet and beneath me first. I want her begging.
I crawl up the bed toward them. Honey’s legs are pulled up to her chest, arms tucked in protectively around her. With one look from me, Zephyr and his shadow snake into where she’s been protecting herself, slowly unfurling her.
She thrashes, fighting against him. Acidic fear threatens to overtake the honey-cider scent of her slick.
We both purr, the sounds rumbling low in harmony.
Honey stills, the fear scent quickly fading.
“She’s burning up,” Zephyr tells me.
His pupils are almost completely overtaking his irises, and he adjusts beneath her with a roll of his hips.
I pull Honey’s legs apart, kissing my way up one leg, heading straight for her clit. When I kiss the inside of her knee, she whimpers and tries to close her legs, but my shadow and body make it impossible.
I’m midway up her inner thigh when she gasps.
I flatten my tongue against her flesh where the slick has dripped down her thighs. She’s warm and tastes just as good as she smells. I lap at her skin, crawling on my belly to get closer.
When I slide my hands up under her legs to wrap around her hips and pull her to me, she struggles.
I purr and nuzzle into her, lapping at her center. Her breathing is stilted as if she’s afraid to breathe in or out or both. But she tastes too good to stop.
“See, I told you he’d make you feel good,” Zephyr says before gently scolding her. “Relax, let him fix it.”
My lips wrap around her clit, and Honey’s demeanor changes. Her body relaxes a little more. She stops fighting my shadow, and her thighs fall open.