16. River
River
“Gah!” Lila tosses her work bag down on the kitchen floor as she walks in. Her cheeks are flushed, and she looks ready to rip some alpha heads off.
She’s hot as hell when she’s mad, but my instincts are encouraging me to destroy whatever is upsetting her.
She’s been living with us for two weeks now, and because of her work schedule, she’s been so busy we hardly see her.
We don’t want rent money from her, but I know she’s got a lot of debt from living with her shithead ex. The guys and I have a plan to take care of that too, but Lila is very independent, and we don’t want her to feel like we’re taking that away from her.
Tomorrow is Friday, though, and step one of our plan. Well, step two, technically. Step one is happening tonight.
She’s stressed enough at work, so we’re going to take the burden of everything off her shoulders tonight. Lila’s body language speaks louder than she ever does, and my pack and I aren’t stupid. She wanted space, so we gave it to her. But now we need to show her what we can offer.
What we can really offer. Not just our knots. Which she seemed to really enjoy, at least.
But we’re in this with Lila for more than just her body. We want all of her.
She’s funny, constantly makes the three of us laugh. She’s sweet and thoughtful. She’s fun and caring. She’s everything we want in an omega.
Wes grabs her bag and hangs it on the back of a chair, as Harrison swoops in and lifts her off her feet.
“We’ll make it better,” he whispers in her ear, making her giggle.
“Let's get you cleaned up first,” I say with a grin, as Harrison leads her to the bathroom. We have a few secrets we haven’t revealed to her yet. Well, just one, really. Okay, two, but it goes hand in hand with the first secret.
This will be her first glimpse at what we’re hiding, but I doubt she’ll connect the dots until tomorrow. I was ready to tell her everything the day we got her in that escape room with us, but Wes convinced me to wait.
He said she might think we’d think that she’s a gold digger, or that we’re trying to win her over with money instead of showing her we can be what she wants and needs.
She’s asked us what we do for work, and we haven’t lied exactly. Just left some stuff out.
“Oh, wow…” she whispers, as we walk into the bathroom. It’s lit by candles, and rose petals are lining the way to the tub. Harrison helps her out of her clothes, her scent blooming in the room and making my cock instantly hard. I smirk as I turn the faucet on and fill the tub with hot water.
I also add some oils to the water to make her skin softer.
“All you need to do is get in the water, and we’ll take care of the rest, Sweet Omega,” Harrison tells her. She’s turned on, that much is obvious in her scent, but she’s being shy.
“I’ve seen you sprawled out over my packmates’ cocks, while I licked your pussy, and you screamed for us, Lila.
You don’t have anything to hide from us now,” I tell her as I help her into the tub.
Her scent explodes from her, and I take a deep breath, letting out a growl. God, she smells incredible.
“I’m just not used to the romantic treatment, that's all,” she says as I help her tip her head back so I can wash her hair. I take a deep breath, calming myself before my scent spikes with my agitation and kills her vibe.
“Well, get used to it, sexy, because we’re about to spoil you rotten,” Harrison teases, as he dips a wash cloth into the water and then lathers it up. I watch him with a smirk as he dips his hand into the water and pulls out one leg. He takes his time washing her skin, as I massage her scalp.
“Wes is making us dinner. He enjoys cooking, and the last time I tried to help, I burnt the bread, so I’m banned,” I explain as I get a good lather, and take care not to create any tangles in her long blonde strands.
She’s putty in our hands as we take care of her. This isn’t meant to be a sexual moment, but she’s naked in a tub of bubbly water, and her scent is just begging us to do something about her need. As I rinse her hair and switch to conditioner, Harrison works his way up her body with the wash cloth.
“Something you need from us, Lila?” I ask on a low growl, and her eyes flutter open. Big blue oceans of desire meet mine, and I grin, tilting my head. Harrison drags the cloth over her breast, making her shiver.
Her back arches as she rises to chase the feeling, and Harrison chuckles.
“That a yes, Sweet Omega?” he asks, and she nods her head. “Say yes,” he demands. He’s been struggling with the two weeks of no touching. We all have, but Harrison was already having a hard time before Lila came into our lives.
Now that her scent is in the halls of this apartment all day and night, he’s been taking a lot of showers. Poor guy. We’re just lucky he hasn’t been jerking off in the hallway outside her door.
“Yes,” her voice is a breathy whisper as she looks up at us. I half expected Harrison to dive into the tub with her, but thankfully just his hand dips below the surface. I know when he reaches her center because she gasps, her entire body trembling.
I can’t help myself. I have to kiss her. To taste the flavor of her need for us on her lips as Harrison fucks her with his fingers.
Her hands slam against the rim of the tub as she grips the sides tightly, shaking and moaning for us with just one little touch.
“Do you know how hard it’s been, not crawling on my hands and knees for you every night, just to beg you for one touch, Lila? Fuck, you look so perfect when you come for me.” His growl sends her over the edge as she cries out, pulling away from our kiss to scream his name.
Once she’s calmed down, we help her out of the tub, dry her off, and have her sit on a vanity stool we bought just for her. Working methodically, I blow dry her hair as Harrison meticulously massages lotion into her skin.
I’m focused on my task because I haven’t done this before, so I don’t notice she’s crying until Harrison catches it.
“Lila? Shit, what's wrong, baby?” He’s on his knees before her, hands cupping her cheeks.
“No one has ever…taken so much care of me before…” she sniffs, swiping at her tears. “Today was really tough. My boss was such an asshole, and I wanted to quit at least three times. I knew coming home would make me feel so much better, but this is so much more than anything I could have expected.”
“Fuck, Lila,” I growl, dropping beside Harrison. “I hate that something as simple as this is making you cry. We just wanted to make you feel good.” My words don’t seem to make her feel any better, though, she keeps crying. “We could kill him?” I offer, mostly joking.
“Bury him in a shallow ditch,” Harrison adds, and finally, fucking finally, she smiles, and it lights up every dark corner of my soul.
“There's our girl,” I sigh, thankful that the tears have stopped, even if the pain still lingers. “We’ll take care of you, baby. Let us make it better.”
“You shouldn’t have to pick up all my pieces,” she argues, shaking her head.
“Fuck that, Lila. We’ll pick up every broken piece and slice open our veins for you if it’ll heal what that piece of shit broke,” Harrison growls, scooping her into his arms as he stands. We laid out our clothes on my bed so we could dress her after the bath.
She really seemed to like our scents all over her last time. I follow them, and he sets her on the bed, helping her into a pair of loose fitting boxers, then my shirt, and his sweats, and finally Westley’s hoodie. She hugs the fabric against her and breathes deeply, smiling.
“Come on, gorgeous, let's go see what Wes made for dinner,” I say, taking her hand in mine and leading her to the kitchen.
Still contemplating that murder…