Chapter Twenty-Six ARK #2
She blushes and relaxes even further, and I talk her through the next four swats, taking her up to a total of five per cheek.
Her ass is a rosy-red vision, and she’s squirming so hard, her hair is sweeping the floor.
I gather some more slick from between her thighs, rubbing it into her pretty bud before licking it from my fingers.
She sniffles and squirms as I squeeze each cheek, but she jolts in surprise as Bluff steps out of the bathroom, buck naked and sniffing the air.
“Looks like I’m already dreaming,” he says, circling my bench. “Are we playing, or are we teaching our naughty girl a lesson?”
A bit of both, but we’ve worked hard for her submission and I’m not going to relent now. “We’re showing Abbie how important she is to us.”
Bluff plants his feet right beneath her downturned head, his hands on his hips. It’s a dominant position, and I can feel Abbie’s shiver as she breathes him in. “What he means, princess, is that we’ll walk into fucking fire for you, so think twice before you light a match.”
She lifts her head, tears of a different kind welling in her eyes. “I don’t want that. Ever.”
“Well, you’re stuck with us, sweetheart, so get used to it.” Bluff’s voice is hard-edged, but he drops to his knees in front of her, cupping her face in his hands. “Such pretty tears for a naughty girl.” He leans forward and laps one off her cheek with the flat of his tongue. “Tasty, too.”
“No surprise there,” I murmur, because everything about this woman is made to satisfy us.
As infuriating as she can be, I love Abbie’s stubborn pride and resilient spirit.
I love the fact that despite her suffering, she still cares so much about righting the wrongs of the world.
It’s only caring about herself that we need to correct.
“You’ve had a lot worse than a few swats, sweetheart,” I remind her, running my fingers over the scars on her back.
It still makes my brain blank out to think how she got them – and how I contributed to that suffering – but I keep my touch light.
She doesn’t jerk as hard as she used to, but I can still feel a tremble of tension run up her spine.
“When I’ve finished spanking your ass, I’m gonna rub some soothing cream into them. How does that sound?”
She gives a soft murmur of assent, and I pinch the darkest part of her cheeks, making her hiss. “What was that for? I’m being good!”
“Just warming you up for the grand finale.”
She rolls her eyes at me, but Bluff hums and presses his thumb into her mouth.
For all her prickly vibes, she doesn’t hesitate to suck it between her pouty lips, another bloom of slick filling the air.
“Speaking of grand finales,” he says, studying her face, “she came on my beer bottle so hard, I thought she was gonna clear the quad with her scream.”
I blink at him, my hand twitching over her ass, caught between paddling her and strangling him. “Are you telling me that’s how you spent movie night?”
Bluff grins at me, pulling his thumb free and sucking it clean. “If you weren’t so obsessed with your little space operas, you could have been the one she was blowing under the blanket.”
I groan, my dick now as hard as iron. I deliver the remaining swats quickly, but by the end she’s a mess, tears dripping off her nose and her thighs so slick, she’s a hair trigger from coming.
I run my fingers through her pussy, enjoying the way her walls flutter, and then focus on her clit.
It takes barely any pressure at all before she’s coming apart, Bluff crooning and licking up her tears as she sobs through her release.
It’s no surprise that she’s woken Pitt and Wings, and they sit up to watch me rub the healing cream into Abbie’s back.
A couple of swipes across her red ass and she’s begging me to stop, so I carry her over to the bed, settling her against Wings’ chest. Pitt has rolled behind him, his mouth on his claiming bite and his hand moving slowly under the covers.
Their scents have blended with their bond, alpine forest and dark chocolate filling the air, and I feel a rush of peace at the sight of them together.
Like our pack has another dimension that will only get stronger as they get closer.
I crawl up next to Abbie, but Bluff stretches out across the base of the bed and props his head on his arm. Every one of his scars are on display, and I feel another jolt of contentment. This time, for the wounded brother who’s finally come in from the cold.
“You can’t sleep down there,” Abbie protests, scrubbing the tears off her face. “There’s room for you next to Ark.”
Bluff rolls onto his back and gives his hard cock a tug. “I like keeping an eye on the door.”
“Plus, you’re in the best place to snag Abbie when she goes to the bathroom,” Pitt adds, chuckling into the back of Wings’ neck. “Get ready for a midnight ambush, butterfly.”
Abbie snorts, but Wings is staring at her with his heart in his eyes. He traces a tear trail down her flushed cheek, before hooking her hair behind her ear. “Just as long as someone has an eye on her, I’m okay.”
She bites her lip, pressing her fingers to his downturned mouth. “I’m sorry, Wings. And I promised I’m going to be so in your face, you’ll get sick of the sight of me.”
He sighs, but finally pulls her close to kiss her hair.
She lets him nuzzle her for a moment, but she eventually crawls over him, slinging a thigh over his hips.
He rolls onto his back, a smile slowly blooming on his face as she braces her arms and peers down at him.
“Do you love me, soulmate, or have I ruined that forever?”
There’s such longing and hope in her voice, we can’t help but lean in, watching our two omegas work through a bond that defies designations. It’s just them. Abbie’s fiery heart to the sweet balm of Wings’ devotion.
His fingers drift over her throat, clicking his tongue at his mangled tattoo under our claiming bites. “Well, it looks like bonds are even more permanent than ink, so I guess when we say forever, we better fucking mean it.”
She leans down, smiling into his sparkling gray eyes. “Then let’s celebrate our forever, mate.”