Page 74 of A Snowy Escape

I need all three of them in the nest, cuddling and taking care of me. My system yearns to be saturated in their pheromones. No matter where I roll, I want to smell them.

Need sizzles under my skin, and I use my feet on Lawson’s ass to grind over his stomach. I would say his pelvis, but the man is ridiculously tall and has a long torso. It’s going to take some work to find sexual positions that work.

I’m just making a plan in my head about begging him to fuck me against the shower wall when he walks us into the spray of water.

My soul leaves my body as I screech, curving away from the frigid water. “It’s like ice!”

“I promise, it’s not,” Lawson says, refusing to give me any reprieve. “It’s barely cooler than what I normally shower in. I didn’t want to shock your system, so I kept it as mild as possible.”

“It burns,” I tell him, trying to twist away from the spray. “It feels like being dipped into ice water.”

“I’m so fucking sorry, Abby,” he says, shaking his head. “You’re hotter than what can be safe, even for an omega. We’ll slowly lower the temperature as you acclimate. The water should help cool you off. Then we can go from there on how to keep you comfortable.”

I cling to him to avoid slipping and readjust until our mouths are close together.

“What I need is you.” I seal my lips to his, and a growl rattles out of his chest as he opens for me.

My nipples ache as they brush his skin, and I unabashedly grind my panties against him. His hand tightens on my ass while his other palm flattens on my spine.

He finally pulls me out of the shower spray, my back landing against the cool tile. As a shock runs through my system, I mostly lean my shoulders against the wall. It’s almost painfully cold, and that’s too much to have touching my spine and lower back.

Lawson’s tongue tangling with mine is a solid distraction. He’s intense and primal, leading the kiss and devouring me in a way that makes my core throb. Though the water still ricochets against my left side, it no longer feels like torture the way it did cascading against my back.

My fingers dig into the hair at the base of his skull, and I moan as he nips at my lower lip.

“Goddamn, your pheromones are so thick,” Lawson growls, pulling back. “I have to know you’re clear to consent before I touch you. They beat it into alphas’ heads not to take advantage of omegas when they’re lost to the fog⁠—”

“This isn’t me lost to the fog,” I assure him, grinding against his pelvis. My clit pulses with need, and my perfume thickens—my system’s attempt to tease the alpha into fucking me. I have no control over it, but my body knows what it needs. “This is the pain that comes before a full-blown heat. I can form sentences. I know your name is Lawson Maxwell. Your brother is Luka. You own the restaurant and the apartment I’m staying in. Bryant’s gym is in the same plaza.”

My words must go a long way in proving my mental state because Lawson seals his mouth to mine while bringing his hand between us. He brushes the backs of his fingers down my panties, and I lament not pulling them off when I had the chance.

Lawson manages to tug the material to the side and circle my clit while I sob against his lips.

“Shh, you don’t have to beg,” he murmurs. “Just tell me if I do anything you don’t like.”

Well, I don’t love how long it’s taking to get to the good stuff, but I don’t get to complain. He teases a thick finger inside my opening, and I gasp, nodding frantically.

“I like that, for the record,” I choke out, clenching around him. “More!”

“Oh, sweetheart. You are soaked.” He nuzzles his nose to mine and murmurs, “Let’s see if this helps.” He adds another finger, and my whole world tilts as the stretch intensifies. “You’re burning my skin. That’s fucking terrifying.”

“I’m okay,” I assure him. “Just make me come.”

“I don’t exactly have a ton of practice here, but I’m going to do my best.” He stretches his fingers as his forearm digs into my lower back, making my knees shake. He’s massive compared to me, and my system loves how safe and comforting it feels.

If we were in a bed, I’d toss him down and climb right onto his cock. I can work with him not having a lot of experience as long as he’s willing to gain a little more with me.

“Do you like this?” he asks, circling my clit. “Or this?” He changes to flicking his thumb over it in fast strokes.

My face falls against his shoulder, and I nod. “Yes!”

He chuckles. “No preference?”

I try to really think about what he said, but I’m so full of his fingers, and everything feels great compared to the misery I was just in.

“Maybe the first?” I choke out, clenching around his thick digits.

“This isn’t too rough?” he asks, slamming his fingers deep inside me. He brushes that spot that makes me soar, and I’m pretty sure the sob I release tells him everything he needs to know. “Damn, sweetheart. You’re dripping down my fist.”