Page 90 of The Gift
“Jesus, woman, you keep saying everything we’ve been wanting to hear you say,” Henley says as he recovers quickest, his fingers wrapped around the necklace he put around my throat so I don’t get distracted again, “Going to do this now, Bailey. No pack bites until we’re all dressed and packed to go home, no matter how much you beg. We all heard and respect your decision. Please don’t beg too much in between though, yeah?”
Reno keeps his place next to me, his hands roaming my body, his eyes locked on my face.
“Are you going to perfume for us?” Ashton asks, re-joining us as we all start moving towards the nest.
“Amongst other things, Ashton,” I admonish with a cheeky wink. And then the A-team do that thing again, spoil me with their sweetest intentions, spinning and guiding me with a soft push into the nest they chose.
Without meaning to—I’m blaming my new hormones—tears pool, and I blink them away so I can see it all properly. Billowing sheets of ivory coloured sheer material hanging from the roof, falling in soft peaks, reminiscent of a romantic four poster bed, but it’s the whole room. A mattress, huge, looks like it’s made of the softest blankets, spills over the floor, and the way the curtains are done means that there’s no walls, just a tented oasis. It’s beautiful. As is the low hung roof made of baby breath flowers, tiny lights, and cascading waterfalls of greenery. I want in the nest they’ve made for me.
“Because you’re our princess and all,” Reno says from behind me, the four of them suddenly nervous. I can smell it, much like they’d be able to.
“Nailed it,” I whisper, wiping away my overflowing emotions. I start to get more of an idea of my scent as it mixes with theirs. It is like a summer’s day with the sweet undertones of peach. Mixed with theirs; we smell good together, and I hum in appreciation.
Koda moves away, a slow grin on his face as he shucks off his dark jeans. And I don’t miss the filthy smile on his face, although I definitely get distracted by his inked back, and chiselled ass. Holy shit, like, holy shit. He’s got an A grade ass. Once he disappears, Henley demands my focus.
“You ready?” he asks, biting the edge of my lip and I squeak, but he kisses the sting away.
I pull away, confused as I keep getting caught up in what’s happening, not really listening. “What for?”
Henley flicks his eyebrows up, rocking back on his heels, his fingers digging under the waist of my pants. “You know, Bailey, you’re not the only one that sometimes needs a little alone time, right?”
Henley throws my words from earlier back at me, a cheeky grin teaming with challenge on his face. Overwhelmed, I look to Reno as he leans against the other wall, happy to watch the push and pull. He shrugs, not bothered, and slowly starts undoing his shirt. His eyes locked on mine, but I keep watching his fingers and the growing expanse of his chest. He pauses after opening each, waiting for my eyes to return to his. “Tease.” I smirk, catching up eventually.
Henley hisses like an angry rattler, but it’s without sting, dragging my attention back to him. And he too has lost his white business shirt. Henley’s skin looks silky smooth and tanned like he’s been lying on the beach. Pack Bailey really are the embodiment of fighting fit; lots of rippling muscles, tanned panes of skin to suck and, boom, I’m once again reminded that this is all for me. A flash of awareness and I’m back remembering his earlier comment.
“Well, you need to learn to share, Henley. You wanted this.” I say slowly using his hands to pull down my pants, praising Reno’s track pants I wore. His eyes drop over my shoulder so he can see all the way down, but I spin in front of him so he gets a better look at the skimpy set on. And yeah, I stop with my ass to them and do a bit of a belly-dancer inspired sway of my hips before adjusting the silky soft ribbons at the front.
His eyes flick to mine, and he mock glares at me, before he changes position so he’s directly in front of me. And then he sinks to his knees slowly, his mouth trailing down my body to rest on my hips while Ashton takes his place, holding me still.
Henley growls properly this time, his teeth snapping inches from my barely there underwear.
“What?” I ask, a little bratty.
“Tell me you did not wear those earlier tonight.”
I chew my lips, smirking over my shoulder at Ashton as he nips my shoulder before I answer Henley. “Okay, I didn’t wear this set at tonight’s shit show. I was a good girl and had my granny undies crammed with scent blocker on. No more,” I snarl, grabbing Henley by the back of the head and pulling him to my pussy, making his face bounce off my pubic bone.
He laughs, his hands reach around, fisting my ass as he kisses me through my lingerie. We barely connect but instantly we react; within a few strokes of his tongue, his chin and my new panties are wet but responding to him is so fucking good. The rough stubble on his chin scratches against the top of my thigh, and when I go to do some acrobatics to enable him better access, he throws me up in the air, making me squeal.
Hanging me upside down over his shoulder, he slaps my barely covered ass before plunging his thick fingers straight inside my body. I whimper and push against each thrust. He keeps fingering me, pulling his thick finger out, sucking on it and pushing it back in. My pussy tries to hold him hostage, but he keeps playing his game. Jesus, it’s a good game. My body shakes, and I plead for more.
And it really does seem like all gloves really are finally off. Their scents wrap around me—rain and apples, chocolate, and denim—coming together like a perfect French perfume, only this one draws a very visceral response from me, and I let go of all my self-imposed safety nets. I have to push up against Henley’s hips, my neck stretching out to catch some air as my lust explodes. Reno drops to his knees and adds more fuel to the fire by kissing me as I hang over Henley’s shoulder too.
He kisses me hard, like he always does. Dominating me perfectly. Henley’s hand on my ass circles as a grounding reminder before I hear him calling Ashton over.
“Trust me, you have to, Ashton.” I hear Henley, but I think I’m starting to crest another wave. Our exploration, the tentative times have a place but not now.
Breaking away from Reno’s mouth for a second, I snarl at Ashton, “Get your face between my legs, Ashton!”
I can feel Henley’s breath on my body as he laughs before a gentle tug on my leg has them opening magically. Unlike Henley, Ashton doesn’t muck around, and he and Reno work together, the both of them using their tongues between my lips.
Trigger Warning – this chapter is a particularly rough awakening of memories. All activities with the pack and the FMC are always consensual.
Bailey
Am I a bad omega for not getting lost in the hype of the nest once I am in the nest? The entire room might be worthy of a spread in a magazine but it’s the last thing on my mind as I get spoiled by Reno’s delicious kisses and Ashton’s incredible oral skills—seriously an ice cream would never drip down the cone with their attention.
Arching my back as Ashton flicks his tongue over my clit, I pant into Reno’s mouth, my eyes wide with shock at the rush of heat and intense feelings running over my body. Clearly, I’ve enjoyed sex before and am no virgin or shy woman in bed, but they’ve got me feeling like I’m fumbling, and unsure of myself .
