29. Sunny
Chapter 29
Sunny
H oly hell, these alphas were insane and sweet, and dear god, I wanted to jump their bones and ride them like a pony.
The firehouse was desolate with just me and Luka, and I didn’t like it. The first time we’d been left alone, I locked myself in Walker’s room because I didn’t like to wander around the firehouse alone when anyone could walk in.
When the guys realized I was hiding during the calls, Walker had shown me how to lock the doors to secure the firehouse so I would feel safe puttering around with Luka.
Which was ideal because the little monkey was often hungry after a nap, so popping him on my hip, I made my way to the kitchen to feed him.
A smashed banana and a bowl of oatmeal later, we settled in the den. Spreading a blanket and a few toys out on the floor, I put on one of those dancing fruit videos and sat back and watched him play. Luka was content to bash his blocks together, giggling wildly as he did so.
My heart raced, even though I was sitting down on a sofa, drinking a cup of tea. I found myself a little on edge every time the guys went on a call, especially from what I was feeling through my bond with Walker. It was stressful and irritating, but at the same time, I found myself deeply appreciative of it because I wasn't panicking. If he was injured, I would know through the bond. I didn't have that connection with Blaze or Rune, but I supposed it was only a matter of time.
Maybe I would look into finding some other omegas who were bonded to firefighters and see how they coped with it; they probably had some tips or tricks to help me through the stress of calls.
It wasn’t even six, but Luka was starting to get sleepy again. Maybe he needed an early night. He clambered onto the sofa and cuddled into me as I brushed his hair back. His sleep schedule had been all out of whack since the fire. Our routine had been utterly forgotten, and I needed to gain some semblance of it back, but I worried that could prove difficult at a firehouse.
Either way, I wasn’t going to make him stay up; if he was sleepy, I was going to put him down. So, with a quick detour to the kitchen to get a warm sippy cup of milk, I laid Luka in his new bed with a smile before sitting on my own, new plush bed to watch him.
Luka was out like a light a few moments later, and I lay down, content to take a few minutes just to observe him. He was growing so fast. His eyelashes were getting so long they cast shadows on his cheeks. Where had my little newborn gone?
Turning over, I ran my hands over my brand-new bedding. It was so soft and comfortable, but it was still missing something. Frowning to myself, I looked around the room. Why wasn't I content? The guys had gone above and beyond to ensure I was comfortable. Part of me was convinced I was being a brat, but there was some deep part of me that needed something else. It was a craving.
It was the smell.
My room smelled wrong .
Checking again that Luka was asleep, I sat up, hauling myself off the bed and grabbing only my phone as I padded out of the room so I could keep an eye on the baby monitor.
I knew exactly what I wanted, but there was no way in hell I was going to ask for it. Instead, I was going to be a sneaky little omega and do some thieving.
Now that I had taken residence in the captain's room, the three guys were all bunking together in the same room, while Merrick and Gil slept in another bunk room with a few other firefighters. My guys had taken the bunk room that was upstairs, near the captain’s room. It made sense that Walker and his pack mates wanted to be close to each other. The rest of the bunk rooms were downstairs. Tiptoeing into their room, I took a deep breath.
S’mores.
Over the years, I’d come across many scents that went well together, but this pack took the cake. The combination of chocolate, marshmallow, and graham cracker was truly glorious. This was what I wanted my room to smell like.
I could have asked the guys to roll around in my sheets, but that would have been humiliating. So I was going the cowardly route.
Surely the guys wouldn’t miss a few items out of their laundry baskets?
The large plastic hamper in the corner caught my eye. It was piled high with clothing. Smelly, worn clothing. Grinning to myself, I started rummaging through the items, pausing occasionally to sniff them.
One dark gray T-shirt reeked of graham crackers in the best way. Maybe it was a gym shirt? I should have found it gross, but my insides were dancing with happiness at the smell. This was what I needed.
Next I managed to find the perfect sweet, marshmallowy item. Thank you, sweatpants .
All I needed was a chocolaty one.
“What are you doing, Cher?” That warm Cajun voice spoke behind me, making me jump.
“Rune!” I gasped, turning to gape at him with a guilty look. When did they get back? How did I miss hearing them?
Wearing his turnout pants and a T-shirt, he looked deliciously sweaty, and his scent filled the room almost immediately.
“Hi…” I smiled awkwardly, trying to figure out how to explain away what I was doing.
“Hi.” Rune chuckled, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe with a smug smile. “Doing some laundry?”
“Yes!” I said, but my voice wasn’t believable in the slightest. I huffed. “I wanted your scents,” I admitted in a small voice. “I’ll leave them, I’m sorry.” I threw the shirt back and started to stomp out of the room, only there was a giant leaning against the doorframe in my way.
Ducking my head, I intended to squeeze through and hide in my room for the rest of the night. Maybe the rest of the week.
He had found me digging through his sweaty, dirty laundry, huffing it like it was goddamn glue. I must have looked insane.
He wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me in for a hug. It took monumental effort to stop myself from inhaling his scent.
“Take whatever you want, Cher. You don’t need to ask. Though, I think it’s only fair I get some items that smell like you too.”
I gaped up at him, at that easy grin on his face. My core clenched as my skin heated with familiar need.
Fuck.
I wanted him.
Rune had discussed wanting to court me and take me out in time… but did I really want to take time? The sex with Walker had been mind-blowing; what would it be like with Rune or Blaze? Walker and I had only happened a couple of times—I was under the impression he didn’t want to push me, considering our bonding was rather sudden and unplanned.
Biting my lip, I decided to throw caution to the wind. I was wearing yoga pants and an old T-shirt of Blaze’s with one of my old bras we had recovered from my place. A sheer, slightly small bra that made my tits practically spill out. Armed with that knowledge, I grabbed the hem of the T-shirt I had worn for the last two days and yanked it over my head, handing it to an astonished Rune.
His eyes honed in on my chest, and he swallowed, unable to look away.
“Fair is fair. A shirt of mine for a shirt of yours.” I smirked as I handed over the shirt.
I hadn’t thought this through, though. It wasn’t like I could just walk out of the room. I didn’t care if Walker or Blaze saw me. In fact, I would have probably liked that.
Unfortunately, they weren’t the only firefighters at the station.
Hands on my hips, I waited a moment for Rune’s brain to reboot.
“I… uh…”
I bit back a laugh. There was something empowering in the knowledge that I was the one reducing this sexy giant to a babbling mess.
God, I wanted to touch him.
Rune shook his head, snapping out of his haze. Lurching forward, he gently grasped my neck, pulling me in close for a bruising kiss.
He tasted as good as he smelled, which I didn’t think was possible, because he smelled like fucking perfection. Smoke clung to his skin, so much stronger than normal, but I was so lost in the feel of him that I honestly didn’t care.
What did the rest of him taste like?
“Sunny,” Rune groaned, pulling away. “We need to stop, or I won’t be able to.”
I looked up at him, biting my lip.
If I wanted him, this was my moment. I had a choice to make. Keep shying away, embarrassed by who I was and my situation, or grab the proverbial bull by the horns and have a damn good time. Maybe this was Walker's fault. He had shown me what good dick was like, and now I was addicted.
“Maybe I don't want you to stop. Maybe I want to taste more.” The words tumbled out of my mouth before I could chicken out.
Rune’s eyebrows lifted as he regarded me with surprise. For a moment, he appeared torn. “I thought you wanted to go slow?”
I rolled my eyes. “Technically, you are the one who talked about slowly courting me. I just agreed. Since then, I’ve decided I want to play.” I paused for a moment. “But if you don't want to, that's totally okay. I don't want to push you into anything.”
Had I been reading him wrong? He had been giving off signals that suggested he wanted to go further with me. But maybe I’d seen what I wanted to see.
Taking a step back, I attempted to untangle myself from Rune, but he held me firmly to him. His grip was like iron.
“I want that,” he admitted in a raspy voice as he raked his gaze over me. “But I’m filthy from the fire…”
I pursed my lips, cocking my head to the side. “Well, I guess we better shower, then. The bathroom in here is just for our pack, isn't it?”
Rune nodded. “That's the best decision we ever made. Only the three of us use it, and Walker has been cleaning it almost obsessively,” he said absently as I grabbed his hand, pulling him toward the bathroom. The room was a lot larger than the private bathroom of Walker’s I’d been using. There were four rough stalls, but the walls only came up to the waist, so they were hardly private.
“Clothing off,” I commanded.
Where this new brave Sunny had come from, I had no idea. Maybe my desperation to see Rune naked was making me bold.
As we tore each other’s clothes off and stepped into the shower together, Rune couldn’t take his eyes off me. Usually under the harsh fluorescent lighting, I would feel self-conscious, but he had a way of looking at me like my body was utter perfection that made me feel beautiful.
Grabbing a bottle of body wash, I poured a generous amount into my hand. “I suppose I better get you clean.” I grinned as I started rubbing my hands all over him. God, his muscles were bulging almost aggressively under my touch.
Rune didn’t keep his hands to himself either. He explored my skin, my neck, my waist, taking his time when he got to my breasts.
I had to stand on my tiptoes to wash his shoulders, but I didn't mind one bit. As I did, his hands flew to my hips to hold me steady on the slippery surface.
“Fuck, you are perfection,” Rune muttered. In the steamy, confined space, his scent was that much stronger, graham cracker invading my senses to the point I could practically taste it.
How was it this giant could make me feel so powerful?
I had been pointedly avoiding a particular part of his body until I finished washing his torso. I hadn’t even looked, despite the desperate urge to.
Rune’s cock was pressing into my stomach, and judging by the feel of it, he was big in every way.
Giving him one last, hungry look, I sank to my knees. His eyes widened and he started to stammer when he realized what I was doing.
“Sunny, you don’t ? —”
“Oh, I want to. I very much want.” I smirked up at him, turning my attention to his cock.
His beautiful monster of a cock.
Since he was well-endowed in both length and girth, I was going to need plenty of warming up before I took that beast. I could only imagine how big his knot would be. Even though I was an omega and designed to take knots, I did have a moment of doubt as to whether he would tear me in half with his.
His graham cracker scent was stronger down there, but it was muskier.
“You guys have some basic EMT training, don't you?” I asked with a thoughtful hum, reaching out and stroking the deceptively soft skin.
“Uh, yeah. I…uh, why?”
I shrugged playfully. “Just making sure if I dislocate my jaw trying to take this monster of a cock, someone can administer medical attention,” I said in an excited, breathless voice.
“You don’t have—fuck!”
His words were cut off as I opened my mouth and took almost half his length into my mouth in a single thrust. My jaw burned from being open so wide, but I didn’t mind. It was that nice sort of burn that made my pussy weep.
Working his length slowly, I swallowed around him as he bumped the back of my throat.
“Fuck, Cher.” Rune’s voice was gravelly as his hand tangled in my hair. He didn’t guide my movements, letting me remain in control as I took my time acclimating to his size.
Each thrust of his cock made me more excited. Thank god we were in the shower, because a puddle of slick was gathering between my legs.
It didn’t take long at all for Rune’s cock to start throbbing, a telltale sign he was getting close.
“Cher, I—” He broke off with a moan as I hummed around his length. His knot started to swell, and I knew he was getting close.
Rearing back, letting his cock fall from my mouth, I grinned up at him before sticking my tongue out and licking his length like a lollipop.
When I brushed his knot with my lips, an idea struck me. Sucking on his knot, I pumped his length with my hand several fast, powerful times.
“Damn, how… Sunny!” Rune said disjointedly.
That did the trick, because when I looked up a moment later, Rune’s cock exploded. Thick ropes of cum burst out of him, landing on my neck and chest as I gently stroked him through his release.
With wide eyes, Rune sagged back onto the tile. “Fuck, I think you just drained my soul out via my cock…”
“Looks like it.” The statement from behind us made me jump, but as soon as the voice registered, I turned to Blaze, who was standing in the doorway, watching the scene before him unfold with rapt attention.