Page 96 of The Gift
Koda leaves the minute Henley walks in the bathroom, a dreamy Bailey still snug around on his cock. She definitely doesn’t pay credence to the sumptuous finishes and extras of the bathroom, and I’m not surprised. Bailey promised her focus was entirely on us, and it is.
I get why Koda doesn’t hang around. His need to take her is clawing at his control, shredding his resolve. Not that he’d show that lack of discipline to her, he’s too proud and way too enamoured by her. His reaction though is not based on stupid shit like jealousy or insecurity, it really is based who he is. Koda is an alpha through and through and she’s the most incredible woman any of us have ever had the privilege of wooing.
Seriously, if we’re talking pack prowess, Koda is like Henley on steroids, he has chosen not to be. Well, that statement is completely irrelevant after last night. Now though, I think we’ll be seeing Hen and Koda knocking heads more often, particularly if Henley upsets Bailey in any way. Any way.
I honestly don’t think she’s even realised how close he is to losing control and snatching her away, but he is. I can read it in his mannerisms, he’s confessed it too. Although knowing what I know of Bailey she’s probably very aware and feels no concern for her wellbeing at all around him.
Koda is a taken man, without having even knotted his woman yet. Although I get it. After I dipped into her paradise at the nightclub, I’ve been seeking out the nirvana she exudes every opportunity I get. And thank fuck she’s been staying with us because Bailey soothes a keening, I never realised I had.
Ashton is a little too quiet, all of us are out of sorts. He’s also a bit too slow. He had the opportunity of being this close to her, I take it from him and move forward, holding the shower door open for Henley to bring her in.
“Reno?” She blinks at me, her heat already starting to escalate nicely; she’s dewy and flushed, her scent changing. Soon her heat is going to steal all these smaller moments from her, and I guess that’s why we’ve gone all out trying to make the lead up as special as it can be. “Need you.”
Two words, and all my preparations in materialistic crap seems both frivolous and completely unnecessary. She looks to Henley with her hazel eyes, leaving him with all these little kisses on the edge of his mouth before she suggests for him to slide out of her pussy. I guess he got caught up in her, a small unapologetic shrug is met by her breathy laugh.
He does. He’d give her the world. Henley makes a lot of surplus noise and suggestion about her climbing straight back on. She throws her head back and laughs, looking so different than she did only a few hours ago.
A growing acceptance graces every part of her, inside and out. You can see how well the new mantle of being an omega and having a pack to follow devotedly after her sits. And her darkness is still there, it will be forever, but alongside it there’s a hope that burns brightest.
“I want you to take care of me,” she says, smiling at me and not hiding her intention, her hands gliding over her body as she struts towards me. Holding a hand out for her, she nabs it, a small tremor the only sign that she’s still getting used to this.
“Want me to take your temperature?” I grin, spinning her like I did when we were dancing.
“Nah, baby, I want you to push me up against the wall and let me ride your cock again.”
“Sounds doable.” I smirk, my mouth watering.
“It does, doesn’t it?” Bailey purrs at me and makes my goddamn heart stop.
I steer her under the cascading waterfall of the obnoxiously large shower head. The water already running at the right temperature. “Let us tend to you first.”
She groans softly as I spin her. Yelping when she realises how close Ashton and Henley are, both of them wanting what I also want—her. Without another word, we wash our woman from head to toe. Ashton uses way too much unscented shower gel, making her one slippery little omega, while Henley follows his lead with a soft sponge that chases the bubbles off her skin. Me? I’m the lucky bastard that rinses her off, continually sucking on different parts of her skin to make sure she’s squeaky clean and scent free. Though as soon as she is clean, she all but perfumes without even realising as her heat keeps changing her.
“Never smelled anything as delicious as you,” Ashton admits, as he starts soaping himself up. “I seriously think I’m going to crack the shits soon and hold you down and fuck your brains out. Make you gooey inside and out, Bailey. For the record, restraint has never been a strong point of mine.”
“After this, Ashton. Wait your turn,” she growls, baring her teeth even.
The three of us look to each other in shock and surprise, mildly fucking impressed. Bailey was never going to be mild and meek; she wasn’t before this; she won’t be after. Guess we never anticipated her being so… confident at putting each of us in our place.
I nearly come on the spot.
And then I walk backwards, taking a seat on the large, dipped bench seat that runs along the wall of the shower, beaconing her to me with a suggestive tickle on the inside of her palm. With one hand I hold my aching cock ready for her to drop down on.
“Sink that pretty pussy down, ride me until I spill inside you,” I murmur, losing the ability to talk while sucking on her throat. The honour of being the first to mark her given to me, but this is what my pack does. We look out for each other.
I hold my hands out, forming a place for her to park her ass, and Bailey squats. She wiggles, taking my cock nice and deep, leaving her feet on the bench before she starts riding me. Her pussy feels incredible, like it’s milking me already.
A shuffle of movement next to us, and Ashton and Henley come in close, Bailey’s near black eyes tracking them like a lion does a juicy rabbit. And the sly woman, wearing a wicked smirk on her face, picks up one of my hands and places it on her bouncing tits. She clenches my dick hard while she watches them.
“Going to get you a treat now,” Ashton says. “You keep riding Reno like a jockey and watch while I get your gift ready.” Ashton flicks his eyebrows up before dropping in low and taking her mouth in a kiss that leaves her moving faster.
Though she stops mid grind as Ashton drops to his knees and deep throats Henley without warning.
“Umm… yes please,” she says, her mouth falling open in intrigue and enjoyment.
And while Henley moves with Ashton, she starts to pick up and follow the flow and speed of their movement. Bailey doesn’t realise how her change of smell is impacting us. Her face falls a little, and she’s slightly appalled when only a few minutes later Henley grips Ash’s hair, holding him as he comes in his mouth.
“Jesus, Henley, that’s a little disappointing…” She bites, and I have to drop my hand and squeeze my nuts to stop from coming too. But Ashton saves my manly dignity, and answers her slur by pulling her off me, turning her to drop straight back in my lap, spreading her wide then putting his closed mouth on her pussy.
