Chapter 23
Chapter Twenty-Three
Isolde
My bed is moving. My hand reaches for something to steady myself, and I hear a hiss of pain. My fingers are squeezing something warm and…
Forcing my eyes open, I blink as I gaze up at Grant’s face as it twists in pain. Quickly releasing his nipple, I wince sympathetically.
“Oops,” I mumble, snuggling against his chest as he picks me up. “Why are we moving?”
My heat lasted for three and a half days and it just broke. I can smile since I remember most of it, which is something I wasn’t expecting.
“You are covered in things that I don’t want to discuss,” he mutters, his feet moving toward the small bathroom in the loft. I remember getting up to pee but that’s about it.
“I’m pretty sure that I have your cum leaking onto my thighs,” I tease him.
“Mmhmm,” he says. “And my bite on your pretty skin. How are you feeling?”
“Sore,” I admit with a small sigh.
“The warm shower will help then,” he says. “I’ll help you.”
The last words make me stiffen, and I begin to chew on my bottom lip. Grant was very focused on me during my heat. Did he notice my scars?
If he didn’t before, he definitely will notice them in the shower.
“I can shower alone,” I say, trying to sound blase about it.
“And?” he asks. “Alesso is making food since you haven’t eaten much, Oliver is playing with the baby, and Lucas is enjoying the chaos while he replies to emails.”
“Leila is playing?” I ask, jutting out my bottom lip. “She just sleeps and poops on me.”
Grant barks out a laugh as he sits me down on the counter next to the sink. The marble is cold on my ass, making me shift with a wince.
“I have a feeling she’ll be doing new things every day,” he says, turning on the shower. “You can’t help going into heat, and we’ve all been able to spend time with her in the meantime.”
“Are you telling me that I don’t share well?” I ask, crossing my legs uncomfortably. Maybe if I angle my body, he’ll stare at my tits instead of my thighs.
I’m not used to being nude around them. And yes, I realize how silly that is since I’ve been naked for several days now while they've been taking care of me.
It simply feels different now.
“You’re an omega to four different alphas, and three of them are involved together,” he snorts. “You share fine, until there’s a tiny human around.”
“I take severe offense to that,” I sniff, holding back a smile.
Grant walks over and picks me up, smacking my ass as my head goes over his shoulder.
“This is unnecessary!” I laugh, squeezing his ass.
“No fingers in my asshole,” he reprimands, slapping my ass again. “I got way closer than expected to my boss.”
I’m not sure what he means, but I think Lucas may have been very enthusiastic about eating me out while Grant was having sex with me.
“What’s a little tongue slip between pack members?” I ask, grinning as he steps under the spray of water in the shower stall.
Grant slides me down his body, rolling his eyes.
“I guess it’s just as well that I don’t fall under any kind of Human Resource Management. Be my good little nightmare and drop your head back for me,” he insists.
I suppose I can let him wash my hair. Alesso and Oliver both came all over me at one point yesterday. They all took turns spending time with the baby while I had my heat. A part of me is sad that I missed that.
The water rains down on my hair, and Grant slides his hand through it to make sure it’s all damp before turning me around so I’m facing away from him. He pours some shampoo into his hand and begins massaging it into my scalp.
It’s really relaxing. Sighing as my body begins to sag into itself, my lips twitch in mirth as Grant pulls me against his chest so I can lean against him. I never would have thought that he’d be washing my hair the day I climbed a tree on this property to eavesdrop on him and Lucas.
Hate has an interesting way of evolving into something entirely different.
“I can hear you thinking,” Grant murmurs against my ear. “I’m trying not to listen through the bond, but you’re really loud, Isolde.”
“Oh shit,” I breathe.
“Mmmhmm. For the record, I don’t think anyone would ever know how insecure you are if they didn’t have a direct line into your brain,” he adds.
“I noticed the scars earlier, but Lucas told me not to say anything. Survival comes in many different forms. Your scars are just a part of that story, Little Nightmare. If you hate them, change it.”
“Lucas mentioned getting tattooed,” I murmur.
“We can do that,” he says, moving my body back under the spray so he can rinse my hair. “Don’t hide. You could kill people in front of us, and none of us would blink an eye, Isolde. Stop thinking that you’re going to scare the people who care about you away.”
“I’m really fucked up,” I admit.
“Who isn’t?” Grant asks. “Living within the constraints of society is exhausting, and as a hit woman, you haven’t bothered to do that in years. Do what you need to and make sure it doesn’t lead back to us.”
“And if it does?” I whisper. I’m worried about that, because it could.
No one is bulletproof.
“Then I have a team ready to make it disappear,” Grant grunts.
“Lucas is in the public eye more than most people. He’s careful of how much people see, which is why he’s going back into his lab for a few hours tonight.
We all understand that the world is on fire right now, and how important it is for you to have an anti-forced heat medication. ”
“Could he get in trouble for this?” I ask, starting to feel my anxiety spike higher.
“His findings are supposed to go before the board of directors per his agreements with them,” Grant explains. “Lucas has always maintained that he’s not hanging up his research hat. It hasn’t been an issue in quite some time because he simply hadn't had time or inclination for it.”
“Until now,” I murmur.
Grant runs his fingers through my tangled hair with conditioner, making noises under his breath as he flicks unmentionable fluids from its strands.
Poor alpha.
“Yes. You’re his reason, Isolde,” he confirms. “If he does it at home and not on company time, he doesn’t have to disclose it and he doesn’t have to worry about creating more than just enough for you.”
“I suppose this would be a dangerous thing to release to the public.”
“Forced heats are not typically done,” Grant says. “I’ve heard of a couple of breeding camps that do, but their locations are secret.”
“What a disgusting removal of rights,” I whisper, goosebumps of anger moving up my skin. “You know that now that I know this, I’m going to have to find it.”
“Fucking hell,” Grant sighs. “Shop talk is turning into vigilante activity, isn’t it?”
“You’re an asshole.”
Grant shoves me under the water, and I sputter as it goes up my nose and into my mouth.
“I wasn’t under the impression that water boarding would be part of washing my hair,” I complain.
“For once, hush,” he growls, kissing me hard. “I’ll help you find that place soon. Your plate is more than full at the moment.”
Grabbing his shoulders, I jump up to scale him like my own mountain. It takes a little more effort because our skin is slick, but Grant chuckles and hoists me up.
He continues to wash my hair with one important distinction: his face is buried in my tits. His tongue licks over my nipples before biting each one, my moans getting louder as I perfume.
“We don’t have time for this,” he says, sucking hard on my nipple until I cry out. “Fuck…”
“Why aren’t you?” I taunt.
“Fine.”
Grant presses me against the cold tile, his cock rolling over my arousal as he continues to kiss me.
“Uh-uh,” Lucas barks at the door. I whine, but there’s no real alpha bark in his words. “No fucking until I get some food into you.”
“Damn,” Grant mutters, his prickly cheek rubbing over mine. “I had a feeling I was going to get cock blocked. Sleep with me tonight?”
“I’m not aware of what the sleeping arrangements are like,” I tease.
“They’re whatever you want them to be,” Lucas says. “Grant.”
“Fine.”
Grant pumps body wash into his hands and begins to pay very close attention to my breasts. I can’t help but wonder if he’s doing this to piss Lucas off.
“Screw it. I suppose that’s close enough. There’s clothes on the counter,” Lucas says, leaving the room.
“I don’t want to let you go yet,” Grant growls. I can feel his cock teasing me, and I manage to move my hips until he’s at my entrance. “I can’t handle being this close and not feeling you wrapped around my cock.”
“Then don’t.”
Easing himself inside of me, I gasp as I feel his size as it stretches my walls. His piercings feel so good as they drag along my nerve endings, and Grant’s jaw slackens as he groans.
“Naughty girl,” he rasps.
“Punish me, Daddy,” I sass.
“Gladly.”
Grant holds the globes of my ass as he fills me up with his dick, keeping the pace hard and fast. He doesn’t use the wall, he simply uses gravity to fuck me.
“Yes,” I whimper, living for the fact that he threw caution to the wind.
“We are going to be so late,” he grunts. “Bad girls get punished.”
“I thought that’s what you’re doing,” I cry out, feeling my orgasm threaten to crash down on me.
I don’t think we’ll be that late joining our pack. My alpha is dramatic.
“Should I let you come, Little Nightmare? You asked me to fuck you, but does that include a happy ending?” he smirks.
“I’ll fucking cut it off,” I snarl as I bounce on his dick. “Science has come a long way. Maybe Lucas will buy you a strap on too.”
“Overshare,” he growls. “Goddamn, you’re a feral little omega.”
“Edge me and see how much worse I can get.”
“Give a girl a really good heat, and she’ll make your life a blood soaked nightmare,” he chuckles. “I’m close. Your cunt is the best—”
“Watch your next words, Alpha.”
“It’s the best I’ll ever have or want,” he finished. “Come with me.”
I feel a wash of amusement and love through the bond, and I gasp with how strong it is. Grant has tricks up his sleeve. I don’t know how this works, yet here he is using the bond to make me come.
And it works.