Chapter 5
KELLAN
She was fucking perfect. Sprawled across our bed in nothing but black cotton panties, her golden brown skin gleaming in the low light, her green eyes watching us with a mixture of fear and anticipation.
And her scent. Thank the gods! Even through the blockers, there was something about it that made my wolf restless.
Made me want to get closer, taste her, mark her.
Which was insane, because we'd had dozens of partners over the years.
Beautiful Omegas, eager Betas, even a few Alphas looking for something different.
None of them had ever made me feel like this.
Like I was standing on the edge of something that would change everything.
"You're thinking too hard," Rowan said, moving to the other side of the bed.
"So is she."
"Then let's fix that."
He settled beside Naomi, his hand splaying across her stomach. I watched her shiver at the contact, and watched her breath hitch.
"We're going to touch you now," Rowan said. "Everywhere. And you're going to let us. Understood?"
"Yes."
"Yes, what?"
She hesitated. "Yes, Sir."
Rowan's smile was dark and pleased. "Fast learner."
His hand moved up, cupping her breast, his thumb circling her nipple. She arched into the touch with a soft moan that went straight to my dick. I settled on her other side, my hand mirroring his. Her breasts were perfect, full and soft, responsive to every touch.
"How does that feel?" I asked.
"Really good."
"Good isn't enough." I pinched her nipple, not hard, just enough to make her gasp. "We want you better than good. We want you out of your mind."
"Then you'd better get started."
The sass in her tone made me grin. "Oh, sweetheart. You have no idea what you just signed up for."
I leaned down and took her nipple into my mouth, sucking hard enough to make her cry out. Rowan did the same on the other side, and Naomi's hands flew to our heads, her fingers tangling in our hair.
"Don't move your hands," Rowan ordered against her skin.
"What?"
"Hands back above your head. Now."
She obeyed, slowly, and I felt her trembling with the effort of staying still.
"That’s exactly right, sweetheart," I murmured, then bit down gently.
She made a sound, half gasp, half moan, that was better than any music.
We worked her over slowly. Mouths, hands, and teeth, learning what made her gasp, what made her moan, what made her arch and beg. By the time Rowan's hand slid into her panties, she was already soaking wet.
"Fuck," he muttered. "She's drenched."
"Already?" I looked down at her flushed face, her glazed eyes. "Did we get you that worked up, sweetheart?"
"Yes."
"Yes, sir."
"Mmm..." Rowan's fingers played, sliding through her wetness. "How long has it been since someone touched you like this?"
"Two years."
"Two years?" I couldn't keep the disbelief out of my voice.
"I've been busy."
"Too busy for pleasure?" Rowan pushed one finger inside her and she moaned. "That's a crime, Naomi. A fucking crime."
"Then punish me," she gasped.
We both froze.
"What did you say?" I asked carefully.
She met my eyes, and I saw the challenge there. "You heard me."
Rowan's eyes darkened. "You want punishment?"
"I want to feel something. Anything." She broke off as he added a second finger. "Oh god."
"We can do punishment," I said. "Tonight, we're going to make you feel so good you’ll beg for more.”
"Promise?"
"Promise."
I hooked my fingers into her panties and pulled them down her legs. She was bare underneath, smooth and glistening with arousal. Beautiful.
Rowan moved between her thighs, his hands spreading them wider. "You still good?"
"Yes."
I said to warn her. "Then hold on, sweetheart. This is going to be intense."
His mouth descended on her and Naomi's back arched off the bed with a cry that echoed off the walls. I moved up to her head, capturing her mouth with mine, swallowing her moans as Rowan worked her with devastating precision.
She tasted like tonic and desire. Like everything we'd been searching for and nothing we'd expected. Her hands found my shoulders, gripping hard enough to leave marks.
"I'm," she gasped against my mouth. "I'm going to—"
"Come," I commanded. "Come for us, Naomi."
She shattered, her whole body going taut as the orgasm crashed through her. Rowan worked her through it, drawing it out until she was shaking, gasping, and begging for mercy. When she finally came down, she was trembling.
"That was…" She couldn't finish the sentence.
"That was just the beginning," Rowan said, moving back up her body. "We're nowhere near done with you."