Page 131 of The Gift
“Put a fucking seatbelt on her, Koda.”
“Already have. Even got the harness on, I’m flipping over to Tiptronic so I can drive one hand on the wheel, and one in our omega.”
I smile, getting on board with his suggestion, shuffling my hips up so I can undo my pants. I’m so happy I chose to wear my loose wide leg suit today.
“Tell me how she smells,” Ashton says impatiently barely a second later.
Koda does a loud inhale for Ashton’s benefit. “She smells like she’s ours.”
“Show me. Give her your phone, Koda, and open up our chat so we can all watch.”
“They’re busy doing stuff, don’t interrupt them.”
“Nothing more important than you, Bails,” Koda says, removing his hand as he steers us into the traffic. One second to triple check I’m locked in tight, the next, he’s cut across all the traffic, driving like an asshole with the music in the background, the bass turned up high so it vibrates through my seat. Like he did the first time we hooked up, so many good memories of our time already.
At the first set of lights, he has our chat open, has propped the phone up on his dash, my panties are destroyed, and his thick fingers are inside my body, pumping in, and out slowly.
Henley’s voice cuts through the fog, “Look at you, omega, fucking look at you.” Even through the phone I can feel his eyes watching me, hungry.
“We’ll beat you guys home,” Reno says, his voice deep and guttural, the vibrations adding even more intensity to my growing high.
“All okay?” I ask, quietly, not sure who to.
“Will be. I wish I drove you today,” Reno growls, “You’d be on my lap though, or maybe you’d be driving while you sat on my face.”
I laugh, moan. Jesus, everything they say works for me.
The thirty minutes to get home, takes too long or my spike is just blasting into a full-blown heat cycle. Ashton meets me at the door of Koda’s truck and carries me through the house to the huge bathroom downstairs. A bath sitting already.
“Ash, please, everything hurts. I need you.” My words rush out along with a needy whine.
He undresses me slowly, taking his time to tease but the second he touches me, the pain fades. With each button he undoes he kisses me blind, or sucks on a part of my scarred body, or pushes his finger inside my body.
“More,” I whine. As the minutes go by, I plead, and beg. Each kiss, bite, and suck, not enough. I need him.
Not even completely undressed Ashton spins me, placing my hands on the edge of the bath before he bends me over and buries himself inside my body, his knot slamming against my pussy.
“Fuck, Bailey girl,” he grits, while I groan. Him in me is what I need. Soon I’ll want more, but for now, Ashton’s thick cock stretching me is perfect. His body covers me from behind as he wraps me in his arms, driving in and out of my body, his hips pistoning fast then slow. Taking me close to the edge before pulling us away.
I whimper, and he hushes me, his teeth digging in my shoulder to keep me still while draws himself out. Removing the rest of our clothes, he picks me up and climbs in the bath before I sink back down on him and ride him. The warm water splashes everywhere. Ashton stretches his neck back, his hands on my hip holding me down as he bucks up and sends stars shooting over my eyes. When he stops my thrashing, he thrusts in deeper before his knot forces it way inside my pussy. My orgasm hits as fast as my heat spike did, rendering me speechless while Ashton moans and grunts as he spills inside me.
“Milk me, Bailey girl. Like that.” He grunts with each rise and fall we take together.
The bath cools as Ashton and I stay locked. But he keeps me hot and needy, rolling his hips when he’s in deep, his knot stretching me so my first orgasm feels like it goes on for a long, long time. He does more than take my desperation away, he turns me into their omega in heat.
“Your pack needs you now. Go get your nest ready, omega. Let us spoil you with our bodies and fill you with our seed.” I get lifted off Ash, Reno’s voice filling my ears. He turns and kisses me breathless, leaving his taste of bitter chocolate on my tongue.
Henley steps up with the softest, most heavenly towel ever made. His eyes are black and they get blacker the longer he looks at me, his throat bobbing continually. “I’m going to drink your slick straight from your pussy, omega. I’ll get all that peachy nectar coating my throat before I knot you blind. Go make your nest.”
Koda opens the door that separates this bathroom from my nest. It’s not the first time we’ve stood here, they’ve helped me open every package we ordered. And yeah, it was we because we do everything together. The pack nest is perfect and stocked with everything I need along with everything they’ve wanted for me to have.
A subtle smell rushes out of the dark nest, courtesy of the central atrium now full of flowers, sweet herbs, and the freshest soil; it’s another reminder I’m free.
I turn on the switch and the bottom of the floor lights. The lights are tiny, so small, but so important. They’re another reminder. A visual representation of what they did to save me at the centre when those little pin pricks broke through my darkness.
I walk around, my pulse hammering, my skin dewy from my bath but also from the reason we’re here. And not once do they utter a sound to hurry me along, as I whimper fixing the pearl pink sheets and blankets over the floor of my nest. Soft growls and heavy panting like soothing music, accompany me as I bury under soft ribbon edged cashmere blankets and uncover all their clothes I have stolen. One of the benefits of having a pack who sometimes get messy.
The pillows that looked so right before, get tossed out. I stumble at one point, a cramp seizing my focus, a subtle reminder to hurry up. I lie in the nest I made, and finger myself, watching them until I come.
