Chapter 45
Chapter
Forty-Five
SIMONA
D ominic’s tension was what pulled me from sleep. I’d felt his see-sawing emotions through our bond—along with theirs. I lingered in the sweet spot where you’re waking up but you’re still snuggly and sleepy until I needed to see them.
The aroma in the kitchen is heavy with herbs and spices. If I closed my eyes, I’d say we were in an Italian restaurant. As I walk towards the scent, my pack steals my focus instead. Each inhale is full of thunderstorm, paper and ink, sweetened by honey straight from the hive. There’s no question in my mind: I’m addicted to the scent of my pack. It evokes a thousand feelings at once, makes me feel powerful beyond belief and I chase the smallest taste of it like a dog does a bone.
All around me are other reminders of my pack, confirming on a different level that I’m where I should be. Ryder’s voice floats through the apartment, working on something new by the sounds. It’s good and I already know his fans are going to love it. As soon as that thought enters my mind, my heart gallops knowing I’ll be one of the lucky people who get to hear his beautiful music before anyone else. Forever.
I lean against the wall in the kitchen, watching Ryder and Hendrix together. Like with Ryder’s music, it hits a chord, seeing how relaxed and open they are. In our home there’s no denying the love they share, and when they both twist to look at me, it’s clear I’m a part of that love. Someday soon, I want to be pressed between them exactly how they are now.
Now though, it’s Dominic who holds my focus. The shadows did a good job hiding him from me, but even if it was pitch black, I’d be able to find him. Tonight, his tension calls like a siren’s song, flaming my growing need to comfort him however I can.
His scent, like always, reaches a place inside my soul. A very private place that I’ve never shared with anyone but my pack. Even now his scent contains sharp notes of disappointment. I understand why. I’m not going to be dismissive of how he feels but I still don’t like my Alpha torturing himself.
Scouring my nails down his open thighs, I sink to my knees. Laughing under my breath, because I must look like a goose as I fall, it’s not gracious or sultry at all. But this Alpha has that power over me.
“Dom, let me look after you. Please?” I ask, not even attempting to fight through my need to comfort him.
He stares me down. Challenge makes the colour of his eyes deepen as he searches mine, looking for any signs of distress. He won’t find anything like that, but I understand we all see and cope different, so I wait patiently until he finds the answers he’s looking for.
As soon as I see the slightest give in his angst, I rise to my feet hoping to drag him away. He surges up before I can step out the way I’m in his arms, the squeak of surprise temporarily drowning out Ryder singing about villains having fairytales coming true .
Laying my head against Dom’s chest, I offer a finger wave at the others as he walks us away. I know where I want him to take us, but I let him decide where we go.
He slows before he enters the door to my nest, as if to ask for permission. I cup his face, pulling his attention to mine. “I appreciate you checking, Dominic, but you are welcome in my nest anytime.”
I wiggle free, pulling him inside before I give him a playful shove in the back. Before he can turn around, I leapfrog onto his back and we fall together in my nest.
There’s a pause and in the silence, I wonder if I went too far. My stomach plummets, and my pulse explodes, but when Dominic lifts his face out of the sea of pillows, his smile chases my worries away.
I lean down to kiss the back of his neck. “Stay there.”
Not waiting, I race to the wall where everything an Omega would ever want is stocked. Of course, there’s more than a few types of massage oil, and I have to smell a few of them before settling on a pear and geranium perfume, knowing it will enhance his scent. And then I grab a sheet to lay under him.
He rolls side to side as I strip his shirt off him and arrange the sheet. I wait until he’s watching me so he can see me slide my arms back in his shirt. It smells so good even with his disappointment tainting it.
The last of his sour mood drains away in a loud swoosh when I straddle his legs and sit down on the curve of his back. Before he can ask what I’m doing, I squirt a generous amount of oil in my hands. My hands are barely touching him, and he’s groaning.
“You know I go to water when you leave your sockies on, right?” I lean down to whisper against his ear.
His eyes pop open, laughter lighting them up, and before he can argue his way out of the cold hard fact, I press my thumbs down along his spine, punishing him a little for winding me up so much.
Then the intimacy we share becomes what I wanted it to be—full of peace. In a way it is a reminder that his hard work is a gift I can never repay, but I’ll be eternally grateful. And we did win. There will be repercussions, but after today the founding family will know I’m not messing around either.
By the time I’ve made my way down the back of Dominic’s body, to focus on the balls of his feet, he’s blissfully unaware. He is in acompletely relaxed state, which is what I was after. Climbing quietly to my feet, I pull the door shut and let him rest.
Walking back down the corridor away from our bedrooms, the mood is like day and night. There’s no longer that urgent push of dominance. The telltale sign of Ryder and Hendrix’s tangled scent flicks suggestively up my bare legs. The both of them are standing on the balcony outside, and they turn, shuffling apart to let me slide in between them.
I grip the balustrade, and my head floats in the aftermath of their pleasure. I’m not jealous, we have the rest of eternity to be together.
“Hungry?” Hendrix asks, brushing my hair off the side of my neck and dipping in to kiss behind my ear. I swear he can ignite my body in one touch.
My rumbling stomach answers.
“We can wait. Dom’s asleep,” I offer, finally noticing the view. It’s spectacular, like they said it was.
Ryder kisses my shoulder, “I honestly don’t know how you managed that.”
I wiggle my fingers at him. He grabs one of them before pulling me back into the kitchen. And then Hendrix is there, lifting me off my feet so he can sit on the seat before I can.
“Now we get to spoil you, sweet Omega.”
Shivers race over me, at the suggestion in Hendrix’s voice but Ryder keeps us all on track by pulling out the plates of food he has had warming in the oven and sliding a glass of wine to me.
Hendrix pushes the chair around, making room for Ryder so he can pull his chair in. And then the three of us eat off the same plate, sharing the same fork.
Each dish tastes amazing, made better because of them.
“Enough,” I moan, turning away from Hendrix. “Honestly, you’re both...”
“About to take turns making you come.” Hendrix’s voice is serious, his eyes full of dominance. Not that I was going to argue, but the way he looks at me makes it impossible.
Dinner is forgotten as we weave through the dark to the other side of the house, into a room I hadn’t discovered before. But now that I have, I’m pretty sure I’m claiming it as mine.
A wall of windows welcomes twinkling starlight in, and at a touch of a button, a fireplace starts to glow, adding to the ambiance. Hendrix lays me down in front of the fireplace on a carpet so thick and plush, it’s like being on a bed of feathers.
Ryder dips down first, claiming my mouth. His tongue is barely tracing my lips when Hendrix appears. Unlike Ryder’s tentativeness, Hendrix barges in. Both of them have me barely breathing in seconds.
They each take a side, following the same path down my body, working together until I’m completely naked beneath them. Their touches blend into one seamless sensation, and when I look up, trying to figure out how, I catch sight of Ryder’s hands slipping beneath Hendrix’s. I feel when their hands split apart to part my thighs and hold them open. I don’t even get to let my head fall back down before they are devouring me. Together. Tongues, lips, fingers, scent, presence, praises are shared as one until I swear I’ve been dragged into an alternate universe. It’s impossible to stay still or quiet, but they encourage and celebrate each new noise I make.
They are relentless. Barely giving me a chance to catch my breath. Their focus is on pampering, reminding me how special I am. Which is amazing, but I need to come. Every time I think they’re going to let me, they pull away before slowing things down then taking me straight back to the same sweet spot.
It’s not a sport, though. It’s a deep dive into how far they can keep me hovering in their adoration.
“Please, Alpha, please let me come,” I moan. The desperation in my voice is as clear as the scent of my impending release, perfuming the air around us. They continue to lap and finger fuck me until I can’t see straight.
Ryder’s fingers swirl upwards, his touch so different from Hendrix. He follows his fingers with his mouth, pressing a trail of burning kisses until he rests his hand on his lower stomach, massaging it softly at the same time as Hendrix literally parts my pussy. Then he’s flicking his tongue relentlessly on my clit.
“Go, Sin, let go,” Ryder says, blowing his scent in my face, using his designation to turn his sweet teasing into a demand.
I need the sharp reminder. They’d made me drift so far away in our love making. His bark is like a key, and everything unlocks. My pleasure releases with such a force it radiates out, filling Hendrix’s mouth. Ryder drops down to bite my nipple, the sharp pinch of pain restarting my brain, and then he disappears, but I feel the instant his mouth swaps from Hendrix’s.
As I start to float back, like a feather drifting down from the sky, Hendrix crawls up, his body pressed to my side. He presses his lips to mine, and I taste myself on his tongue.
Hendrix smiles against my mouth, his eyes not leaving mine, his hand purposely hitting the side of my hip each time he pumps his fist. Ryder rises. I can feel his presence like sunshine over me, and after moving my head only an inch, I get to watch them both succumb to their orgasms, splashing their release everywhere they can on me.
“Fuck, Sin,” Ryder groans, his hand moving slower, but it’s still wrapped around his cock. “You are the definition of beauty, blurry eyed from coming so hard, drenched in our seed.”
I can’t yet use words, but we all understand each other without needing to use them.
I lie still, enjoying each softer kiss, each gentle caress as I get wiped down. Mostly. Because these Alphas have a thing for painting me in their claim, and I have a thing for it too.
“Come on, enough pampering. Whose bed would you like to sleep in, Sin?” Ryder asks as he pulls me to my feet. My legs are still wobbly, but it’s not like I was ever going to walk. He swooshes them out from under me so I’m cradled against his chest.
No argument from me.
My fingers follow the lines of ink from one side to the other until I remember his question but by then he’s already chosen. Dominic’s scent fills my lungs, and I snuggle to find his pillow so I can rub my face over it. I’m asleep pretty much instantly.