Chapter Thirteen
Hema
Lucky I don’t date shifters because if this was a date, I’d have invited them in and probably let them fuck me.
OMG listen to me. A few drinks and I was ready to pull a Jenny and use three alphas for my own pleasure.
Speaking of which…if I wasn’t going to fuck the alphas, I might as well have a bubble bath and maybe imagine what it would have been like if they were here.
I poured a glass of white wine and lit a candle while the tub filled with mountains of white foam.
When I rented the place, I’d been so excited because it had a nice deep tub, but at first, I was working two or three jobs at a time and since the shop, it was even more hours.
All I had energy for were quick showers.
It was probably three in the morning, and I had to be up early, but I didn’t care.
This girl needed some luxury, and maybe some relief.
Climbing in, I sank into the warm softness of the bubbles and heated water.
Foam tickled my chin. “I really should do this more often.” If I’d been drunk at all, I wasn’t now, but I was so relaxed.
And the bath was easing the ache in my feet.
My new boots were comfortable enough, in general, but I’d danced for hours, and they weren’t broken in enough for that.
I leaned my head against a rolled-up towel and let my eyes close, remembering the dancing, their arms around me or hands perched at my waist. Somehow, there hadn’t been one really fast song the whole time.
Mostly sultry, sensual tunes that invited touch.
I trailed a finger down my chest, imagining it was one of them doing it.
Altan, maybe. He would be the one to start out anything.
A real leader. His lips would be firm on mine, his touch strong and commanding.
Once he’d begun, the others would come in, wouldn’t they?
I might understand that packs took a single omega, but I’d never made love as that omega. Or as anyone at all.
I’d been rejected before anything like that ever happened.
A few casual dates early on in my independence had only confirmed my disinterest in dating shifters.
I pictured all three of them naked, in the water with me…
the tub magically grew in my mind to accommodate us all.
It was big, but not that big in real life.
Good sized for one curvy omega, and that was about it.
As I imagined their lips and hands on me, their words telling me they thought I was beautiful—my fantasy!—I circled my nipples with both hands, pinching and stroking. They would be bending to suckle them about now, and just the thought of that had my breathing harsh and heart rate climbing.
Is it good, omega? Altan would ask. Use your own hand to show us how you like to be touched.
I can’t. Not in front of all three of you.
Please. This from Orin. We need to know how to give you the most pleasure possible.
Every single day. Sovann sounded a little less laid-back now. Until you beg us to stop.
I’ll never ask that.
Then, show us. Altan guided my hand under the water to the vee of my legs. Orin, lift her hips so we can see.
Yes, alpha. Warm hands cupped my butt cheeks and lifted me onto Orin’s lap. Now we can see everything.
Almost. Sovann scissored two fingers to part my outer lips. Now, omega. Touch yourself. She’s perfuming.
Of course I was. Who wouldn’t be? I’d have to be dead not to react to them.
Eyes still tightly closed, I pictured them all watching as I trailed fingers through something that was more my own juices than the water, daring to insert a tip into my tightness where they would soon be placing their male parts.
My imagination had plenty to work with, having shifted around males my whole life, but I’d never been the least interested in any of the others or taken a really good look.
Also, they would be big. I knew without having to be told.
Bringing my fingers back, I traced circles around my clit, pushing the hood back and touching that most sensitive spot.
My fantasy version of the alphas bent in close to watch, and my scent rose to eclipse the lavender and lemongrass bubble bath.
Their warm breath on my skin raised goose bumps and I shivered in reaction.
Every cell of my body went on alert as the orgasm built deep inside.
I held back, not wanting the fantasy to end, wanting to know what it felt like to come under the watchful gaze of my alphas.
But I couldn’t stop it, spiraling through me, tightening everything and then letting it loose all at once. I splashed, sank deeper into the water and trembled, seeing them all disappear as I came back to myself.
But a moment later, that self heard what I’d been thinking.
My alphas.
How could that be?
It might have been easier to dismiss if I hadn’t dreamed of them all night and awakened pretty sure I’d orgasmed in my sleep. Several times. Was that possible?