Saint’s Reward
SCARLETT
My pussy pulsed with every slow, careful lick.
I lay completely naked on the sleeping pad, surrounded by three massive, blood-streaked Alphas who refused to let even an inch of me go untouched.
The gashes on my leg and arm had stopped bleeding.
As Saint dragged his warm, rough tongue over the deepest puncture on my inner thigh, I watched in stunned awe as the torn flesh knitted together, pink fresh skin forming impossibly fast.
It had never healed like this.
I was wolfless—a human Omega born to an Alpha father and Luna mother, something the pack had whispered about my entire life. My wounds usually took days, but this savage injury should have left me bedridden for a week. Yet under their tongues, it was closing in minutes.
Saint kept licking higher up my inner thigh, slow and reverent, his massive shoulders keeping my legs parted. Every stroke brushed closer to where I was aching and slick. My clit throbbed. I was embarrassingly wet, and I knew they could all smell it.
“I… I can’t believe it’s healing so fast,” I whispered, voice shaky.
Kane chuckled darkly against my hip. “That’s because you’re ours, love. Our saliva, our bond, our claim—it fixes what’s broken. Even stubborn little Omegas who pretend they don’t need us.”
Rhys’s elegant fingers trailed down my stomach, then cupped one of my full breasts, palming it possessively. He squeezed gently, thumb brushing over my stiff nipple. I arched with a gasp.
“Rhys…”
“Shh, darling.” His voice was soft as he rolled my nipple between his fingers. “Let us finish healing you.”
Saint lifted his head from my thigh, ice-blue eyes wide and desperate, lips shiny with my blood. The massive Alpha looked almost shy. His huge shoulders trembled as he stared up at me from between my spread legs.
I squirmed, trying to close my legs. “I’m… I’m fine now. You don’t have to keep licking me like I’m a pup…”
“Please…” he rasped, voice low and wrecked. “Just a little more. Let me taste you properly. I need to make sure you’re really healed… please, mate? I’ll be gentle. Just a little bit. Please?”
The raw, puppy-like begging in his deep voice made my stomach flip and my clit throb. This giant murder machine who had just torn a monster’s head off was begging so cutely it made my chest ache.
Kane chuckled. “Reward our puppy, love. Look how good he’s been. He ripped that thing’s head off for you. Least you can do is let him lick this pretty pink pussy until you’re dripping down his chin.”
I whimpered, thighs trembling. “…Okay. But just… just a little.”
Saint’s eyes lit up. He growled happily and lowered his head between my thighs.
The first long, slow lick up my soaked slit made me cry out. His hot, rough tongue dragged from my entrance to my swollen clit. He groaned like I tasted better than anything, then pushed inside me, fucking me with it in slow, hungry strokes.
I cried out, back arching. “Oh my god…”
Kane sucked my nipple into his mouth with filthy wet sounds. Rhys claimed my mouth in a slow, dominating kiss, tongue stroking mine while his fingers teased my other nipple.
Saint licked deeper, circling my clit before dipping his tongue inside again. His massive hands gripped my hips, holding me open as he devoured me.
I lost myself in it. Every lick sent waves of pleasure crashing through me. My hips rolled helplessly against his face. Kane bit down gently on my nipple while Rhys swallowed every moan.
Saint looked up, lips glistening, eyes glassy. “More? Please, Scarlett… just a little more. I’ll make you come so pretty for us.”
Rhys pulled back from the kiss. “Answer him, darling. Tell our good puppy exactly what you want. Use your words.”
I swallowed hard, voice barely a whisper. “Saint… lick me. Please. Make me feel good.”
His eyes flashed with raw hunger. “Yes,” he breathed.
But Rhys wasn’t satisfied. He pinched my nipple, rolling it slowly until I moaned. “Louder, little one. Tell him how you want it.”
Heat flooded my entire body. Something inside me snapped, shyness melting into pure, overwhelming need.
I clutched Saint’s thick black hair with both hands and looked straight down at him.
“Lick my pussy, Saint,” I said, voice shaking but firmer. “Use your tongue on my clit. Suck it. Fuck me with it. Don’t stop until I come on your face.”
A growl tore out of him.
He buried his face between my thighs like a man starved. His broad tongue dragged up my dripping slit before latching onto my swollen clit, sucking hard. I cried out, hips jerking. The pleasure was so intense my vision whited out.
Rhys sucked my nipple deep into his mouth. “Look at you, commanding your Alpha. So beautiful when you take what you need.”
Kane grinned against my neck, biting gently as he palmed my other breast. “Our dirty little Omega. Grinding that pretty pussy all over his face. Fuck, you’re perfect.”
I tightened my grip in Saint’s hair and started grinding shamelessly against his mouth, smearing my slick over his lips, tongue, and chin. His tongue fucked inside me in deep strokes, then circled my clit faster, sucking and devouring.
“Oh god, Saint, right there…!”
The pressure built impossibly fast. I rode his face harder, thighs shaking around his head.
“I’m gonna….!”
I screamed as my orgasm crashed through me. I squirted hard into Saint’s open mouth, thighs clamping around his head. He groaned deeply, eyes rolling back, and swallowed every drop greedily, gulping it down like it was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted.
I stared down at him in dazed horror, still twitching. “Oh my god, Saint, spit it out…!”
He didn’t. Instead, he surged up my body and crashed his mouth against mine, tongue pushing deep so I could taste myself on him—sweet, musky, filthy. I moaned into the kiss, shocked and impossibly turned on again.
He pulled back just enough to whisper, voice wrecked. “Thank you, mate.”
I was still panting when a voice called from right outside the tent.
“Scarlett? You in there?”
Lily.
My entire body went stiff. My eyes flew wide.
The three Alphas froze—Rhys with his lips still on my breast, Kane’s hand cupping my soaked pussy, Saint’s tongue still tangled with mine.
Lily’s voice came again, worried. “Scarlett? I heard screaming… are you okay?”
The silence inside the tent was deafening.
And I was still naked, dripping, sandwiched between three very possessive, very aroused Alphas who didn’t look like they wanted to stop anytime soon.