Chapter 6 #2
"Help me out, Ralph." He and Ralph both gently nudge my legs together and hook a finger under the elastic, and slip my underwear smoothly down to my ankles.
Zeke exhales sharply as he leans forward; I lift my feet so he doesn't have to reach so far.
Zeke slips my underwear over my heels; but they disappear while I'm distracted by Ralph's lips.
"Anyone would think you've done this before," I giggle nervously.
"Not like this." The murmur from my right, accompanied by the path of Zeke's hand down my spine that leaves goosebumps trailing behind him, pulls my attention away from Ralph for a moment. Zeke's expression is gentle. The waft of basil is fresh and soothing.
Ralph's hand guides my face so it's pointing back towards his again. "Six words, remember. Good?"
My teeth graze my bottom lip. "Uh huh. More," I reply.
His lips brush against mine in what starts as a tentative kiss. My mouth tingles from the gentle touch. Warm breath grazes over my lips, making them part with a longing I can't remember ever feeling before.
His kiss is slow and soft at first, but as my tongue touches his lips, becomes increasingly hungrier, his hands guiding my face to his in a demanding claim, his tongue chasing more and more, making heat bloom in my chest. Zeke reclaims my right leg, pulling it over his lap, and his fingers resume their teasing dance across my skin.
I inhale sharply as his fingers brush between my legs and along my folds.
Ralph gently pulls away from my mouth as Zeke's fingers pause. A whimper slips out, laced with lust and desire. It takes me a moment to realise it came from me. "We need a word, sweetheart," Ralph murmurs.
"More!" I whinge, impatiently. I hear quiet laughter from the seats in front of us.
"You heard her, Zeke. Don't leave her wanting," Seb chuckles. "And, uh, Allen, if you've run out of words to eat, I've got something you can snack on right here…"
There's a dark chuckle from the row in front, and the sound of a zipper. A slow exhale, the whirl of a seatbelt being extended, and a hum of approval. Allen's head disappears down below the back of the seat.
Tension slips from my thighs as Zeke parts my slick folds and exposes my core.
Ralph reclaims my mouth, pulling out a low moan from my gut.
Arousal spills from my folds as his deft fingers work their way to my clit, brushing against it in light strokes.
The emptiness that overwhelms me is both sudden and yet has always been there.
My pussy twitches with desire, clenching on nothing.
"More. More. I need more," I pant into Ralph's mouth. His hand courses down my neck, across my chest, and under my halter, and starts stroking my left nipple. I hum in assent.
Zeke's fingers continue their exploration below. He and I both groan as he slips a finger inside.
"Fuck. You are amazing, darling. So wet for us." Zeke's tone is almost reverential. He starts to thrust his finger into me, while rubbing his thumb over my clit.
"Yes. More. Please?"
There's another groan from the row of seats in front of us.
I open my eyes and tilt my head away from Ralph, who starts kissing down the side of my neck, scraping his teeth against my skin in a way that leaves me rippling with gooseflesh and longing.
Sloppy slurping echoes from the row of seats in front.
A wet slapping sound that's getting faster and faster.
A hungry growl. Seb is reaching up, clutching the grab handle like his life depends on it, grunting and panting like he's running a marathon.
I groan, watching Seb's head throw back with abandon, as Zeke adds a second finger and starts thrusting harder into me, and Ralph gently nips at my earlobe.
The scent of petrichor explodes in the car as Seb shouts.
Allen's head reappears, and Seb grabs his head in a bruising kiss, wiping a thumb over his chin.
The lust in his gaze, the longing for his packmate, is hotter than just about anything I've ever seen—aside from Zeke and Ralph filling something I only just realised was empty.
My mind can't focus on both these things at once. So it lets go. I sink into the waves of pleasure.
A hungry mewling escapes me, as I clench Zeke's arm and cant my hips, my face scrunching and toes curling as the tension bursts out of me, slick squirts out from inside me, and I shatter into pieces all over the back seat of the SUV. I fall back against him, boneless.
There isn't enough Febreze in the world to salvage this seat.
Ralph is stroking my hair, murmuring words I can't make out in my ear. All while Zeke's rough hands are running gently over my leg, as I open my eyes.
"Good, sweetheart?" Ralph asks. "Do you still want to come inside?"
Oh. We've stopped moving. The car is rumbling, the gentle hum of an idling engine. I nuzzle against his neck, and a wave of smugness that can only be from my omega, washes through me at his gentle hum of approval.
"Yes. On both counts," I whisper huskily.
Unbuckling my seatbelt, Zeke moves to slide an arm under me, when Sebastian clears his throat.
"Easy, Zeke. Let one of us show her a bit of care," James murmurs from in front of us. Zeke huffs in annoyance, strokes my cheek, and climbs out of the car.
Ralph shifts under me, and reaches over my torso to smooth down my dress. "Do you want me to carry you inside, sweetheart?"
I shake my head. "I'm okay. But thanks."
He climbs out of the car, holding his door open for me as I climb down onto the gravel, and wraps a protective arm around me.
Gravel crunches under our feet as we walk around the car in the cool evening air.
The driver, Charlie, is staring fixedly ahead, both hands gripping the wheel like a life preserver, his eyes resolutely staring at a spot on the windscreen.
James wraps his jacket around my shoulders as he and Ralph guide me through a gate and down a paved pathway.
James could be mistaken for a Viking warrior who won a bet with a tailor, although the way his fair, freckled face flushes almost as easily as mine suggests he might not be as intimidating as his size might suggest. He's holding me close to him—like I'm something precious.
I hide my face in his side so they can't see the confused expression I can't quite mask—he got nothing out of that, yet he's acting like I don't owe him anything. Why the heck is he being so… protective? But as I get a concentrated whiff of the fresh basil radiating from his warmth, I stop caring.
Oh. Maybe that's it. Maybe my scent's doing to him what his is doing to me. Maybe he thinks I'm his scent—
Nope. I'm not going there. This is for tonight only. Though, based on what just happened, they would be… wonderful for my heat. But the idea of anything more… what that might mean… I try not to let the shudder show.
My shoes clack against the bricks, the sound melding with the faint roar of traffic and the quiet chirping of cicadas.
There is gentle chatter and laughter from the rest of their pack as we approach a single-story building.
I lean into James' shoulder as he squeezes my arm.
My head feels thick from his rich, grassy, basil scent.
He guides me through the doorway into the waiting pool of light inside.