Chapter 28
Chapter Twenty-Eight
One week later
Marie
“Ransom, will you wash my hair for me?” I ask, looking up at him from the bed while batting my lashes.
I don’t actually need help, I’m currently plotting. My alphas are still carting me around whenever they can, but I told them they’re not allowed to because we’re going to see the new clubhouse today, and I want to stand on my own two feet.
I might get teased otherwise, or worse yet, everyone might start treating me like I’m made of glass. I really don’t want that.
“Gladly,” Ransom says, scooping me up into his arms without effort. “Did Lore tell you Burner is in town?”
“He did not,” I say, catching Lore’s eye to mockingly glare at him.
“Sorry, Princess,” he chuckles. “He just got in at two in the morning. He has a tattoo draft ready for us to look at. If we approve it, he’ll start with me.
Since you’ll be with me for the duration of the session, you can get your outline done if you want.
It’s too big of a piece for you to do all at once. ”
“I’m in,” I say excitedly. This isn’t to say I’m not nervous about the pain. I already had it cleared with Dr. Royal, though he gave me a heavy sigh gif along with his text.
Oh well. I can’t help that my life gives him gray hairs.
Ransom sits me on the bathroom counter as he turns on the shower, and Wilder pops his head in.
“If you’re getting a tattoo done, you’re going to need to eat well,” he says. “Don’t start anything you can't finish quickly, Little Omega. I’m heading downstairs to make breakfast.”
Pulling off my oversized nightshirt, I smirk as Wilder’s eyes immediately move to my breasts. They’re a little tender today, and I’m attributing it to the pregnancy. I’ll take this over puking my guts out any day though.
“Ey, ey. Wilder, get yourself together,” Ransom teases. “Remember you’re on a mission to feed the omega.”
“Shit. Yes, I am. Marie, if you’re going to flash your tits at me every time you want your way, I fear that it’s going to work,” Wilder mutters, holding his hand over his eyes. He parts his fingers to take another look and groans before forcing himself to leave.
“Such a menace,” Ransom says, picking me up to walk us into the running shower. I don’t bother with panties before bed since it’s just another piece of clothing between my alphas and their cocks.
They’ve all been bitten by the cock warming bug, and we regularly wake up with a knot inside of one of our holes. I beg Ransom’s finest pardon, but I am not the menace in this house. They are.
Ransom places me on my feet and begins to wash my hair. It’s incredibly relaxing, and I sigh as he massages my scalp. His fingers are strong, and he gives me just the right amount of pressure too.
“I’d worry you stopped breathing, but I can tell from the bond that you’re just really fucking happy, Sugar,” he murmurs, continuing to also massage my neck.
“It feels so good,” I moan, my body feeling boneless as he begins to rinse out my hair.
“I love how responsive you are,” he says, shifting my body out of the water to begin detangling my hair with my conditioner.
I know I can’t rinse my hair out for a few minutes once he’s done, so I grab a clip that I keep for this reason in the shower stall, and put my hair up before facing Ransom and dropping to my knees.
“Bad girl, you’re going to get us in trouble,” he teases me, pushing up on my chin so he can gaze lovingly into my eyes.
“I owe you a bond bite, Alpha, and I’m done waiting,” I purr.
“Then by all means, please continue,” he says, smirking.
The smile disappears as I drag my tongue up the underside of his piercings. His eyes darken with heat as I suck on the crown of his cock, and he groans loudly as I swallow him down. I can feel his cock stretching my throat, and his hips thrust forward uncontrollably as I gag around him.
“Sugar, get me nice and wet and jack me off before you bite my knot. We don’t have time for more,” he rasps.
Knowing he’s right, I let my saliva coat his shaft before pulling off his cock. It takes time for me to be able to get to the base of his dick, and that’s time we don’t have today. Using my hand to jerk him off, I suck on his knot before licking around his asshole.
“Marie,” he gasps. “Fuck me, you know I love that.”
My lips twitch because I do know that, and then I push my fingers inside his hole to fuck him with them as I suck on his knot. I want him to be as close to his release as possible before I bite him. I’m quite aware of how much they can hurt, and I want this to be pleasurable for him.
His chest heaves as he watches me, and his hand cups the back of my neck to keep his connection to me.
“Marie….Oh. Yes. Just like that,” he whispers, his voice cracking as he shudders. “God, you know just what I like, Sugar. Do it, baby.”
My teeth bite down on his knot as he yells, shuddering as his cock almost jerks out of my hand.
Tightening my grip, I feel the bond finish forming as cum begins to jut out of his cock.
It hits the tiles of the shower and my arm as I lift my head, and then I suck the rest down as I wrap my lips around his tip.
My fingers continue to fuck his ass, and Ransom groans in approval and adoration as he feeds me every drop of cream he has left.
He helps me up off the floor to kiss my lips, and we both grin as we hear our alphas yell for us to hurry.
“Worth it,” I shrug, turning so he can release my hair from my clip to finish washing it out.
“Absolutely,” he says, sighing happily.
Now my alphas are all mine, for better or worse. Everything else is icing on the cake.
The clubhouse is in a rural neighborhood in Minneapolis, a decision Lore didn’t make lightly.
He didn’t want there to be neighbors close by, and the real estate was cheaper for large ranch houses out here.
It’s also on four acres, allowing him to create a mini commune to build on as it becomes necessary.
For now, most of Lore’s men are happy to go where the wind blows with the option to swing by the clubhouse when they want a hot shower and a decent bed.
No one is here long enough to want to move sweetbutts into the house either, which is nice.
While the women at Devon’s clubhouse were perfectly polite, Lore’s men would prefer not to have to deal with the kind of possessive behavior that can come with keeping sweetbutts at the clubhouse.
“Hey, Little Queen,” Burner says with a grin. “Did you hear that I’ve got something for you?”
“I did!” I squeal, making him laugh.
“I didn’t know she could make that sound,” Arsenal snorts.
“I think that makes us equal, because I had no idea you’d be here,” I sass, walking into the building.
The house has a huge living room and I noticed the fire pit in the front yard. It’s also gated which helps with security.
“We wanted to see the clubhouse, so a lot of us came in for this,” Arsenal explains. “What do you think?”
“I love it, but it’s not mine,” I say. “I think it’s well defendable, and I really love that you don’t have any neighbors nearby.”
“That’s why I bought it,” Lore says smugly. “There are fifteen bedrooms.”
“Damn,” Arsenal says. “Do you want a drink, Marie? We stocked the bar.”
“Only if it’s water,” I say apologetically.
“Oh? Does the Irish girl who can drink me under the table have something to tell us?” he asks.
“Umm…”
Shit. We aren’t really telling people, but I don’t want to lie about the baby either.
“Tell them, Princess. They’re just going to figure it out themselves otherwise,” Lore drawls, tugging me onto the couch to sit with him.
He is in the middle of furnishing the clubhouse, but wanted opinions from his people before really going all in. Instead, he put mattresses in a few of the bedrooms, bought glasses for the bar, bought a couple of couches, and called it good for now.
“I’m pregnant,” I explain, snuggling against Lore. “I won’t be drinking for a while. But you can be the first people I grab a drink with after the baby is born. I don’t really have friends to do that with.”
“You don’t need catty bitches who will gossip about your post pregnancy weight once you leave,” Vik complains, sitting across from me. “We’ll air out the house too when you come over. Hear that, guys? The little queen is knocked up!”
A series of congratulations and well wishes are yelled around the house, and a bottle of water is pressed into my hand as well.
“Does that mean we need to wait on the ink?” Burner asks, dropping a paper in my lap. “I don’t mind if we do…”
“The doctor already said it would be fine,” I explain, my jaw dropping as I turn over the page. “Wow. This is beautiful.”
The tattoo says Thunder across it in beautiful scroll work, and there’s a gun, knife, hammer, and medical bag hanging off the letters. It’s all done in watercolors, a choice that makes me glance at Burner.
“You’re the color,” he explains, shrugging. “It’s difficult not to pay attention when you walk into a room. You instantly brighten things up, which is why it was so hard to watch when you were so sad. I really love seeing you happy.”
“We’re all in this tattoo,” I whisper, my eyes watering with emotion. “Thank you, Burner. This is amazing.”
“It’ll be an honor to wear this on my back,” Wilder says, leaning over the back of the sofa.
“Where are Storm and Ransom?” I ask, frowning.
“They went on an errand,” Wilder shrugs. “I’m going to keep you company while Lore gets his tattoo.”
“So how is this going to work?” Burner asks. “I want to do your tattoo in sections, Marie. Line work today, and then color later. I don’t want to stress your system out.”
“I was thinking multiple sessions would work best,” Lore agrees.
Burner nods, pulling a foldable table for Lore to lay on into the middle of the room.
He also sets up a rolling tray with everything he’ll need, and Lore kisses my temple before taking off his cut and laying it across my lap for safekeeping.
Standing, he strips off his shirt and walks over to the table.