CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO - BIRDIE #2
Colt grins, punching him in the arm. “It’s taken years to get as annoying as I am.
” But when he turns towards me, his eyes are soft, his scent curling around me like sunshine spilling through a warm blanket.
“You hear that, Baggage? We’re soulmates.
That means I get to cling like sand in your bikini. ”
I hum as I tilt my face for his kiss. His hands slide up my hips, feathering across my ribs before they settle over my breasts. His fingers are slippery with oil, but there’s still that perfect burn as he rolls and stretches my nipples.
I moan, releasing the edge of the tub to cup his hips.
His cock is flushed pink from the water, and I glide my hand up and down the shaft, marveling at the silky texture.
As I tweak the piercing in his glans, he hisses in pleasure.
My mouth waters, but Hog has settled in the water behind me, and I moan as his fingers brush my nipples.
They’re so tight, I can feel the throb of my pulse in the aching peaks.
“We’re gonna take care of you, Omega,” Hog promises, tilting my face up for his lips.
Our tongues slide together as our chests meet, and I rub against his pelt of hair like a cat with an itch.
We’re both kneeling in the water, but he wraps his hands around my hips and carefully lifts me to my feet.
I blink at the rush of water sliding over my skin, but Colt makes an appreciative sound in the back of his throat.
“What a pretty prize,” Hog rumbles, his head tilted back and his thumbs caressing my hip bones. “Do you think we should open it up?”
It takes me a moment to realize that he’s talking to Colt, but the alpha doesn’t miss a beat. “Would only be fair,” he says, his hands skimming over the curve of my ass. “You’re a big guy. Plus, my fingers are twitching to play with her clit again.”
“Then let’s get her dripping wet,” Hog hums, leaning forward to kiss my navel. “Think you can take both our hands in your sweet pussy, Omega?”
I nod quickly, my knees almost giving way at the first brush of his knuckle against my folds.
My hands drop to his shoulders, gripping tightly as Colt runs his finger up and down the crease of my ass.
He skims over the sensitive opening before reaching my pussy, and I suddenly have two thick digits probing my softest parts.
I moan, my head dropping back. They thrust into me, gently at first but increasing their pace as I clench around them.
Colt slides another finger in, hooking against my walls, while Hog rolls my clit with his thumb.
My scent thickens, filling the air with omega arousal.
Someone squeezes my nipple hard enough to make me hiss, but it’s a perfect kind of pain and I rock on their fingers, widening my stance as far as the tub will let me.
Hog’s beard brushes my belly again, his soft lips kissing away the slight sting.
It’s only as it rubs against my mound that I realize he’s going to kiss me where the ache is the deepest.
He peels my folds back and licks me like a starving man.
I’m already so wet, he must be half-drowning in my slick, but he makes no complaints as he lashes his tongue inside me.
I clench down on their fingers, shuddering as Colt runs his lips over my scent gland.
It’s still throbbing, but it’s merely background noise to the sweet agony in my clit.
Hog has it between his lips, sucking and licking the sensitive nub until I’m grinding against his face.
Three of Colt’s fingers spear inside me, rubbing my trembling walls.
It’s sensation overload, and I make a sound somewhere between a whimper and a snarl.
Colt chuckles at my agony as he bites on my earlobe, while Hog responds by growling on my clit.
It’s all it takes to hurl me over the edge, my orgasm crashing into me like a tsunami.
My legs shake, pleasure raking up and down my thighs like silky claws. Slick pours out of me, a torrent as fragrant and sticky as the bath water. Hog catches some of it on his tongue, but I’m an omega in heat, and there’s so much that it trickles down my thighs.
“Damn,” Colt says softly, swiping up a little of the excess. “What a beautiful waste.”
I gurgle a laugh, but my knees are giving out for real this time. I grab the side of the tub, but Hog’s hands are on my hips, guiding me down onto his thighs. Even though the tub is alpha-sized, it can’t be very comfortable for him, but his face is flushed with pleasure as I settle over his lap.
“You’re covered in me,” I point out, rubbing a trembling hand over his beard. “Want to take a shower and wash it all off?”
“That would be worse than a waste,” he rumbles, cupping the back of my head and bringing my mouth to his. I squirm a little at the taste of my slick until I realize there’s a reason he’s humming in the back of his throat. “We’re kind of delicious together.”
He chuckles at the surprise in my voice. “Scent mates. We’re made to go together.”
I smile and trace the curve of his lips. “I like the sound of that.”
He kisses me again and I melt against his chest. I could stay here all day if the water wasn’t starting to cool around us. As if reading my mind, Colt runs a hand over my back. “You want to come try out your nest, sweetheart?”
I blink up at him. “What about all the slippery oil getting on all the pretty stuff?”
He smirks. “The good thing about a nest, the messier it gets, the more you’re gonna want to roll around in it.”
I still have my doubts, but we climb out of the tub, making half-hearted attempts to dry off. It’s only as we pad back into my bedroom that I remember Axel is waiting for us. Tied to a chair. His chest wrapped in rope, and his scent like burning embers in the air.
“Shit. That’s not right…”
“Leave it,” he says as I cross the room towards him. He lifts his head, and I realize his eyes are so dilated they look black. “It’ll be easier now.” His throat works on a swallow. “It’s better when I can see you.”
I frown, because restraining him and hurting him are two different things.
“Look, I think this is overkill. If things get a little crazy, we can just stop and reset.” I’m not sure how that will end any differently than the scene in his bedroom, but I can’t just leave him tied up. “It doesn’t have to be like this.”