Chapter 34
Revea
God, this room smells good.
I shift under the warm covers, brushing against two very hot and hard bodies. I remember asking them to stay. But I thought maybe they’d leave when I fell asleep… and yet, here they are.
And I’m so comfortable, I don’t ever want to move. Unfortunately, the amount of fluids Val kept making me drink every time I woke up has my body urging me to.
I groan quietly, opening my eyes. My chest tightens at the sight.
Three alphas on the bed, surrounding me, each with a hand or arm touching me.
Although it feels heavenly, I’m missing one.
I look around the dark room until I spot him.
Kaiden.
The largest alpha is slouched on the sofa that’s beside the bed, awake. With his tablet in one hand, the screen light illuminating his face.
Without a sound, without words, he senses me and turns.
“Help,” I mouth, stretching out my arms and clenching my hands.
I catch the soft tilt of his lips as he places his device on the side table and comes to me.
Hands around my waist, he lifts me out easily, but doesn’t place me down. Instead, he pulls me to him, resting me against his chest, bridal style.
“Bathroom?” he murmurs quietly. I nod.
Now that I’m pressed against him, his scent wraps around me.
A rich, dark oud, deep and resinous, stronger than the others, settling in my lungs like warm smoke.
When he found me at the hotel, I remember only snippets of it.
I was too busy spiralling to appreciate it. But now I indulge with heavy inhales.
“You smell incredible,” I breathe, my nose nuzzling his throat. “You all do.”
His chest rumbles softly beneath my cheek. “We smell better because of you,” he murmurs.
Once down, he encourages me in with the soft tilt of his head, and I gently shut the door behind me, glad he couldn’t hear the thumping of my heart.
I stare at my reflection in the bathroom mirror.
My cheeks are still flushed, maybe from this bug, or maybe because Kaiden just lifted me out from his tangle of packmates without strain.
I’m a feminist, through and through, but Jesus, I’m imagining how he’d throw me around the bedroom.
Maybe to another packmate once he’s done with me...
I shake my head clear of those dangerous thoughts and start running the shower, unbuttoning my shirt, when there’s a soft knock on the door.
When I open it, I find a towering Kaiden. He walks in without invitation, handing me a glass of water and a small packet of tablets.
“Thanks, but I’m feeling much better.” I smile. “I don’t think I need—”
“Take them,” he cuts in, voice firm.
I scoff, arching a brow.
He softens his tone. “Please. You might feel better right now, but maybe not later.” I don’t drop my brow. He sighs. “I’m just trying to help. Sorry. I’m not trying to be—”
“A pushy alpha?” I offer, but it loses any bite when his grey eyes darken.
“Yes. But it’s very hard to keep him from behaving so... possessively.”
He leans back against the door, closing it with a hard click, and those stormy greys trail all over me.
I swallow.
“Especially when you’re kissing every member of my pack except me.”
My mouth parts, but there’s a teasing glint in his gaze now, and I find I want to play along.
I shrug. “Maybe I don’t like you.”
His lips twitch, so do mine, until he starts moving closer in what can only be defined as a prowl.
“You don’t like me, omega?” he murmurs.
Why is that question so sexy? Maybe it’s the way he’s towering over me as my hands find the marble counter behind.
I shuffle up onto it, hoping the added height will help.
It doesn’t.
“That’s a shame...” he says, voice low as his sight drags over my bare legs, landing on my thighs, lingering where my shirt hits midway.
One finger trails up over my knee.
He steps closer, and his finger moves higher until he’s caressing my thigh in a soft circle.
I remain frozen, eyes locked on him.
“Open your legs.” That command certainly isn’t a bark, but damn do they part like it is.
He smirks, stepping in between and nudging them even wider. “Good omega.”
Oh fuck.
My heart pounds as I stare up at him, his finger still brushing over my thigh, his other hand reaching up to my shirt, slowly unbuttoning until it lies open, barely covering my breasts.
When his touch reaches the edge of my underwear, I hold my breath.
“You don’t like me...?” he repeats, voice curling around me.
But before I can respond, the pad of his finger brushes over the centre of my underwear.
I gasp, he watches, and keeps touching. Slow, little brushes. “If you don’t like me.” Up and down. “I guess you won’t be wet for me.”
I pull in my lips, refusing to let any sounds escape as I shake my head.
“No?” He keeps brushing, even softer, barely grazing. “Hmm.” His other hand lands on my thigh, the heat of his palm searing my skin, and his finger…
Falls away from me.
I let out a breath, but it catches when his thumbs reach the elastic at the top of my underwear and slip beneath.
“Lift up.” Again, not a bark, but my hips start to move…
No.
This time, I fight against my need and my whining omega.
I stare straight at him with a soft scowl that’s supposed to show determination.
He huffs a laugh. “Ah, so you’re a liar, omega?” I bite my tongue. “I just want to check how much you dislike me.” He starts shuffling my underwear down, but I don’t move, because I know I’m drenched.
Soaking.
He’s probably already felt it with those teasing little grazes.
But the game ends the second he feels it fully. Unless...
I slowly lift my hips, and those eyes turn molten as he slips them down enough that they fall off on their own.
The second he goes to touch me, his head dropping to look, I whisper, “I’m imagining someone else.”
He stills.
Time seems to slow as his gaze sweeps back up to me.
I’m smirking. I’ve gotten under this alpha’s skin. I’ve played him at his own game—
His thumb brushes over my centre, and all humour falls away.
He tilts his head as he watches me, moving the pad of his thumb up and down, parting me gently, grazing my clit with gentle circles.
“You’re a bad liar, Revea,” he murmurs, voice laced in grit.
His gaze stays on my face when the tip of his finger notches against my entrance. My mouth parts.
“You’re soaked for me,” he hisses.
To prove his point, he slips his finger inside—fully. A moan falls from my lips, but it’s quickly smothered by his other hand.
“Shh,” he whispers, adding a second finger and pumping into me. “You need to be quiet, omega.” He keeps going. Another muffled sound escapes me. “Shh…”
He sinks deeper.
My eyes almost roll back from the feel of him and the thought of his packmates being so close, just behind that door, while he fucks me with his fingers…
It makes me even wetter.
“You like that, don’t you? Me playing with you while my packmates are oblivious next door?” He presses his forehead to mine, keeping my mouth covered as his fingers seem to go deeper.
“Fuck, Revea. You don’t like me? But look at you.” With his hold on my mouth, he tilts my chin down so I’m watching his fingers sliding in and out. “Look at this pretty pussy taking my fingers, soaking me... Remember on the phone? What I said about how tight you’d be for me?”
I try to nod, but I’m drowning, every thrust so deep, so slow.
When he eases in a third finger, I cry out against his palm.
“Shh, omega,” he murmurs against my temple. “Let me get you ready for me.”
My eyes shoot open, and he catches it.
A dark laugh rumbles out. It shouldn’t make me wetter, but it does.
“Only if you come,” he adds, increasing his pace.
“You won’t come if you don’t like me, right?
” The brushes on my clit turn firmer. “You’re not gonna come on my fingers at the thought of my cock sinking into you next, huh?
At the thought of you trying to hold in those little sexy moans as I fuck you on this counter, while my packmates sleep next door.
You won’t come if you don’t want that... ”
“Fuck.” My gasp is muffled against his palm as I explode, trembling around his fingers, whimpering, shaking, my pussy clenching around him.
“Oh no, baby, did you just come?” he teases in a dark rasp, slowing his pace as I keep coming.
“Fuck,” he growls, kissing my temple before his eyes drop down again. “So fucking pretty. That’s it, ride it out.”
My hips are moving on their own, riding the last bit of my orgasm over his fingers. He isn’t even moving them now; it’s all me.
When I’m finally done, I slump back against the steamy mirror, eyes shut.
His soft laughter echoes around me, and the next thing I know, there’s a cock against my entrance.
I shake my head. “I can’t,” I whisper, my clit still throbbing from the aftershocks.
He grips my hips, dragging me back to the edge. The tip of him slips between my folds, sliding up and down.
“Darlin’, we know your number is three.” His swollen tip is right there. “I think I need to fuck the liar out of you.”
He slowly inches in, and my mouth opens on a breathless gasp.
One hand remains on my hip, and the other slips to the back of my head, bringing our foreheads together again.
“Tell me if it gets too much,” he says, his act completely dropping, gaze filled with concern.
I nod, that’s all I can manage, and he takes that as confirmation to keep going.
He inches in. I gasp, “Fuck, Kaiden.”
He wasn’t lying about his size. I knew pack alphas were larger, but I didn’t realise that was in terms of cocks too.
“I know, baby. I know. But you’re taking me so damn well.” His words are spoken through gritted teeth, and that just makes me wetter. My scent turns stronger.
He groans. “You like praise, omega?” He slowly pulls out, then sinks in another inch. “Huh? You like hearing how fucking perfect you feel?” Another. “You’re so tight and hot, pulsing around me, pulling me in like I belong inside you.”
Another needy moan escapes, muffled by his hand.